Post by Cookie on Jun 10, 2006 14:45:54 GMT -5
Fire looked at Kohana's retreating figure with a mixture of disgust and anger. He might be dark, but he wasn't completely heartless. He wasn't like those other so-called darks who darted around picking up slaves like a bug drinking blood from every equine in the vicinity. Slaves always created more work than they got done. Especially if one got bored and decided to rape one. Then there was a pesky foal running around, always getting underfoot. All the same, he followed Kohana to his lands.