Desreal: I hold onto you; you lift me up, and always will; SAPHIRA

"I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemies eyes
listen as the crowd would sing
'now the old king is dead - long live the king!'"

He nods, absently.

It’s not ideal. He knows that. He’s been in Legend, in Solira, for too long to ever become a Wolf. Alshain is looking for direction, because that’s what he needs. He needs something to put his soul into. He needs horses that need him. A captain without an army isn’t much of anything aside from a pretentious and opinionated twit, which may or may not accurately describe my Falcon.

He wants to stay with Saphira. Especially now that Dusan’s been born and Alanna is back out of hiding.

He has faith in Saphira if nothing else in the world.

“Fenrisulfr is queen now,” he says. He doesn’t know that Fenrisulfr knows Kurai – was practically raised by Kurai – and this is probably for the best. “And Baraqel’s been stolen, so I have him for company.” Alshain smiles at the thought of the young stallion – impetuous as hell, lazy and selfish as the day is long and more obsessed with blowing stuff up than Alshain imagined possible. Alshain’s rather adopted the “crazy kid” (as he refers to him in his mind) as a son of his own, because Baraqel is probably the most un-Kurai-like organism that Alshain’s ever met.

“Kratos came to me the other day. First thing he said was, ” Alshain then affects Kratos’ sulky, sarcastic voice, “Dad, could you PLEASE take Alanna and Dusan back to the mountains?’ And then, he proceeded to tell me that he’s having a kid. Kratos.” Alshain pauses for a moment. “Having a kid.” he pauses again .

He doesn’t even want to know how that happened. “I’m barely used to the whole ‘father’ thing and now I’m going to be a grandfather.” he blinks. He’s barely ten years old. This is preposterous.

He turns to look down into a nearby reflecting pond, taking in the majestic Spanish head, the dark falcon-eyes which, as always, are intense and piercing as the blades that whip through the Wind that is omnipresent around him. He narrows his eyes at his reflection. “Do I look whiter?” he asks. He shakes his head and turns back to Saphira. “No. I definitely don’t.” He shakes his head again. “Ugh…I have to get back to the battlefield.”

It’s true. Alshain + no army to train + impending doom + more kids + GRANDKIDS = beat things up or bust.

A L S H A I N;
that was when I ruled the world;
AIR II || TWISTERBLADE