Therthis!

Therthis

The black trotted towards his master, and his enemy, dark wings folded against his sides. No need to shout, I can hear you just fine when you want me to. he thought. For a moment, the half unicorn stallion wondered if his constant chatter had worn down the king of hell enough that his foe was ready to kill him.

Or release him. Either one. Therthis couldn't exactly care less at that point, especially with the memory of Scar's bloodied, beaten form still fresh in his mind, and, fresher still, her gentle words to him, even after he had hurt her so terribly.

Wanting me to do something? Play a game? How about tag? Do you know how to play that, or did you never have time to learn it? It's most interesting, when played correctly. Especially if one player can fly, and the other can't. Although, some are wise enough to ban flying when I play with them. The colt routine. Therths had used it on a few occasions, mostly on Exile in order to see his looks of complete and total exasperation. The black had quickly figured out that some of the same tactics would work on Satan, and had immediately implemented them.

"Yes, oh horrible mean one?" he asked, coming upon the other horse, his voice perfectly patronizing. "What might you wish, you lovely thing you?" still in the same patronizing tone, although at the end, the black added in a slight bit of sarcasm.

Therthis

The black stood sock still for a moment, before he suddenly burst out laughing. "Excellent form! Yes, I do babble. Am I an idiot? Most certainly not. I got what I wanted, didn't I? Admittedly, the way I went about getting it is immature, but all is fair in love and war, and since I love those you've made me hurt, and I'm still at war with you, it goes double."

Turning to the second part of Satan's reply, the black nodded slightly. "Unless they steal from me or my allies. Then again, the likelihoods of me stealing from them and not just waging an all-out war against them would be slim to none... As for returning to this land, oh heavens please no! Return Atanas to it, or help him return to it, possibly. Help another get it, possibly. Try to come back or take it for myself? Are you mad?! Do you know how hard I used to try to avoid being the one in charge? And then, of course, Xan went off and got himself killed, and Bambala asked me to guard Red Sun till Atanas was old enough to rule. Then, there was the matter with Exile, which placed me as king of the Gemdas... A title which I happen to loathe. Sadly, when I tried convincing one of the betas of either this land or the Gemdas to take on the title, they flatly refused... Said I'd make an excellent king...."

He paused, realizing he was starting to babble again. Shaking his head, he nodded to Satan and, opening his wings, jumped into the air, headed back to Scar, free to heal her wounds, and take her to his land.