”How considerate of you” I reply with only a hint of sarcasm.
I am left wondering what exactly the Lagoon and this humourless brute expect from me. Productivity, apparently. Keep the brotherhood strong; keep a steady flow of trinkets, defend thy turf and all that. All easy enough though it would be easier still if he just smiled. The paint grunts his name effectively ending the conversation to which I happily remain silent. I am eager to break my stare and depart to the scrub, find myself a patch of grass and somewhere to lay low. The pillaging can wait till tomorrow.

Common etiquette isn’t common knowledge to me, it has been years since I have had to live within the confines of rules and regulations, and even then I didn’t really comply. Common sense tells me that some form of permission would need to be granted before one went gathering mares and a reputation and I assume it would be this bloke that holds the magic wand. Would explain his exuding joy. As I open my maw to speak the lad interrupts me with a parting request.

Try not to die. He likes me

”Consider it done” I lean ever so slightly towards him, my towers following suit. ”So, I have your permission to be productive? I saw a few lonely dams on the way in that I’m sure would just love my company. Shall I give them a new home?” There is a twist of sadism in my tone. Tormenting women has become one of my favourite pastimes and is the only use I really have for them now. The lagoons the perfect set up too; I can have all the fun of roping ‘em in but I haven’t got to worry about their god damn feelings nor the future of the seeds I intend on planting, forcefully if need be, in their bellies. I can line them up like trophies and bargain my way to a better life. Possibly build an army with the Fallo name. Bliss.


OOC// just clarifying, Fallo is asking permission to steal a mare or two..don’t know from where yet :) Did you like the Moxy HTML?