So it seems it was another mare but one who did not love her son dearly. I admit my actions were inexcusable as a young stallion but to let it taint the bond between mother and child? he pondered, a crinkle firm upon his brow.

"Sojourner? I perhaps remember her" he admits with an unapologetic shrug of his shoulders. It had been a blur of heat and lust. DR could not admit to remembering anything about the mare that had borne Warsaw. It seemed Warsaw had done well for himself. He was a king, with a queen and a prince to call his own. A burst of pride settled in his chest. Despite not having Devil in his life, his son had risen from the ashes to become a dragon.

"Your father has done well."

As the colt strikes out for the beach, Devil is quick to follow. Later, he would blame his age for the lack of suspicion or the mannerism reminiscent of a puppy that urged him to follow his grandson.

The water is cold but not unbearable. Devil kicks out with smooth strokes, having little difficulty with the ploughing waves. His onyx eyes are fastened upon the frame of his grandson, noting that the colt is not as strong a swimmer. He does not shy away when the colt swims close, quick to drop his head and nudge the boy's face clear of the waves when the water becomes too much. It would be remiss of him to allow his grandson to drown on the way to his home. "Careful Ironclad. There is no rush." he cautions the young colt.

Devil takes a moment to orient himself once his hooves have a firm footing in the sand. His coat is darkened to a sooty gray, mane and plume plastered to his frame. He sneezes once before shaking free as much of the water as he can. I didn't think I would be getting a second bath today First, the waterfall and now the ocean. It almost seemed as though someone had taken offence to his scent.

"Grandfather Devil this is my mom" Shit.

Devil turned when his name was uttered. It seemed he and Ironclad were no longer alone. They had managed to stumble upon Warsaw's queen within moments of touching foot upon Tinuvel. DR gazes at the sooty woman for a long moment, contemplation plain upon his features. He did not know what to make of his son's queen. She was petite and delicate -- so different from his Cobra but alike as well. Time would tell if he favoured her as his daughter or turned a cold shoulder to the mare.

"A pleasure to meet you. I am sure that you are wondering where your son found a strange stallion and why he thought it prudent to bring him to your home. I was minding my own business at the Falls when your son charged in upon hearing my name. I am Devil's Retribution and it seems his sire, your mate, is my son." Better to give the mare all the pieces to the puzzle instead of jumping to the worst of conclusions.

"Hello little one. I promise that I mean you no harm." Devil is quick to reassure the young filly but also to keep his distance. It would not be wise to give Warsaw the wrong impression, seeing a foreign stallion so close to his new child and mate.

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