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"Do ya ken you're a pure mean lookin' cunt?" Lochlan asked the dullahan with the shittiest grin possible.

“A pure, mean…excuse me?” The undead Irishman scowled, his wide mouth bowed downwards. Though his eyes were hidden beneath his hood, it would be accurate to say they were most likely squinting in displeasure. He was the very picture of victory in his time; he deserved respect! “I’d be more careful with my words if I were you. You never know when you will offend entirely the wrong person.”

No one ever said Cormack was nice. Or generous. Or respectful. But he did have an awfully graceful bow, which he displayed as soon as Lochlan revealed his name to the dullahan. Sure, they had a bumpy start at first, but he was willing to give Lochlan the benefit of the doubt and allow for a decent introduction.

“Lochlan, eh? Hm. I’ll believe it.” Sure, it was an awful pun, but somehow it suited him quite well. Cormack would never admit it, but he had a horrible soft spot for jokes of any sort, even though most wouldn’t think he had a single shred of humor in him. “Have you been here an awfully long time? I must admit, I travel a lot, but I’ve never come this far along the river. A shame, really. It’s lovely in a…wet kind of way.”

That fucking bow. What a flagrant display of stuck-up behavior. Lochlan almost laughed, but decided it better not to disrespect him any further. Still, he wasn’t the bowing sort, a bit more rugged and not as well-versed in such manners. It was a very pretty gesture though.

“A few hundred, aye.” A few hundred years, he meant. He turned one way and the other, giving his home a nice once-over with those odd glowing seagreen eyes. He liked this little home he’d made for himself, even though his actual house happened to lie at the bottom of the nearby loch. “It dinnae look like much here, but I suppose you aren’t fancyin’ a swim to the bottom to see how nicely I’ve got my real home set.” He jerked his head to direct the dullahan’s attention downstream where the river emptied into an impressive body of water. Well, impressive if you liked going for a swim or seeing a bunch of entrails and bones littering the shores.

"Do ya ken you're a pure mean lookin' cunt?" Lochlan asked the dullahan with the shittiest grin possible.

“A pure, mean…excuse me?” The undead Irishman scowled, his wide mouth bowed downwards. Though his eyes were hidden beneath his hood, it would be accurate to say they were most likely squinting in displeasure. He was the very picture of victory in his time; he deserved respect! “I’d be more careful with my words if I were you. You never know when you will offend entirely the wrong person.”

Humans had never really been a problem. Cormack could slice his blade through their necks with ease, and usually without much of a fight. After all, their mortal blades did nothing when pierced into his undead body. Something non-human, however, had all kinds of power he wasn’t willing to play with. It would seem that he and Lochlan would always be at some kind of stalemate as far as argumentation went, neither of them willing to start violence with the other. Perhaps that was the way it was meant to be.

“Hm. Wiser than some of the other beasts.” Cormack wore a satisfied grin. Lochlan wasn’t the dumb creature he had almost been expecting, and that was a pleasant surprise. Cormack was tired of dealing with the stupid types. “You’re smart. I like that. Well, I suppose I should introduce myself, seeing as I’ve been standing here for quite some time.” he finally decided. “I’m known as Cormack. Many of the living have come to call me Dullahan as well, or the Headless Horseman to the country folk. Well met.”

There he went again calling them beasts. Sure, he might not have looked quite as human as Cormack himself, but he didn’t consider himself a beast by any means. Then again, Cormack’s opinion wasn’t too far off from anyone else’s. No one really viewed kelpies in a positive light after all.

Lochlan seemed a little surprised by the introduction, just nodding his head with an amused smile. “Cormack, aye?” He tried to remember if he’d heard that name before, but he couldn’t match an instance to it. “Oh! A Dullahan? Is that right?” The kelpie might have briefly considered diving back into the river had Cormack not made a decent first impression. He’d never come across one, no, but he’d heard stories and that was more than enough. “I’m Lochlan, if you’d believe it.” He grinned, fully aware that his own name was a bit of a pun.

#submerged sounds;

"Do ya ken you're a pure mean lookin' cunt?" Lochlan asked the dullahan with the shittiest grin possible.

“A pure, mean…excuse me?” The undead Irishman scowled, his wide mouth bowed downwards. Though his eyes were hidden beneath his hood, it would be accurate to say they were most likely squinting in displeasure. He was the very picture of victory in his time; he deserved respect! “I’d be more careful with my words if I were you. You never know when you will offend entirely the wrong person.”

In all fairness, a dullahan was not something that one came across every day. They weren’t like the wretched slaugh who traveled in many numbers and added to their ranks almost constantly. Cormack felt that he was a special case, that he had earned his individuality. It took a special kind of wickedness in life to become something so dreaded in death.

“A run for your money? Now, now, don’t sell yourself short.” Cormack had a vile grin on his face. “There is no pride in being pushed this way and that. A servant. Weak, benign. A true monster is proud of what they are. But, I suppose I can understand wishing to keep the peace, at least when your home is not in danger. On that note, I feel it wise to tell you that I am not here to brutalize you or your…lovely home.”

Lochlan may have been incredibly confident in his skills, but he hadn’t allowed that to make him reckless. Many years of experience taught him that despite his strength and abilities, he wasn’t perfect and one wrong move could take him out of the game in a heartbeat. Humans he wasn’t all that worried about since they tended to be weak and rather predictable by comparison, but something like Cormack? Probably not the best idea to underestimate him, just to be on the safe side.

“Lettin’ your pride get the best of you is one of the fastest ways to get the nasty end of a sword.” He commented back, mimicking Cormack and crossing his arms in front of him. “Probably for the best. I wouldn’t want to cross whatever it is you happen to be. ‘Sides, gettin’ rid of one body is well enough, but both of you? Naw. Never seen your kind so I wouldn’t know what to expect anyway, from you or that horse.” He nodded his head to the black steed. “Don’t look too different from myself when I’m in a mood for it. Not quite as wet though.”

#desolateisle #reflections;

Iona had a little knowledge about kelpies, but she supposed each one was a little bit different from the next. "Are there other kelpies around here?" she asked, looking one way and then another as if it would give her the answers. It appeared that the two of them were alone for the time being, but that didn't mean there weren't other creatures hiding in the deeper parts of the river.

“Naw.” He answered simply enough, tapping a hoof against a scratched up river rock. “I don’t care much for company or big family groups. Too much potential for trouble and makin’ the humans even more suspicious. I make sure to chase away anything I don’t like messin’ around in my territory.”

◎ "Um, sir?" Wisp spoke up so quietly it was almost impossible to hear them. Their fingers tapped together, held up underneath their chin, as timid and bashful as ever. "Have you ever met a human that you liked?"

Oh, this teeny thing again. At least they were talking more than a single word at a time. Lochlan, being the nice guy he was, crouched down to be closer to their level and waited patiently for their question. “Naw, cannae say I have. They’re all the same, no point in tryin’ to save it.”

#wisp #desolateisle #reflections;

◎ If there was one thing that Cormack was always interested in, it was the subject of the atrocities humans and creatures inflicted upon one another. "Tell me, kelpie beast." he started, casually adjusting the bloodied cloth around his neck. "Do you remember the first time you ever killed?"

Kelpie beast? That wasn’t a very polite way to refer to someone that would gladly snatch his head off and take it under just to see if he’d drown, body attached or not. “Aye, don’t you always remember the first?” He didn’t know just how long this guy had been in existence, but Lochlan had been terrorizing this river and the loch it fed into for hundreds of years. “I was just a wee colt. Dragged this young lass down and made a necklace out of her bones.” He finished with a nod and proud smile.

#desolateisle #cormack #reflections;

“Cormack better Corback the fuck up before he gets Corsmacked the fuck up.”

#kelpie crack;#desolateisle #cormack

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"Do ya ken you're a pure mean lookin' cunt?" Lochlan asked the dullahan with the shittiest grin possible.

“A pure, mean…excuse me?” The undead Irishman scowled, his wide mouth bowed downwards. Though his eyes were hidden beneath his hood, it would be accurate to say they were most likely squinting in displeasure. He was the very picture of victory in his time; he deserved respect! “I’d be more careful with my words if I were you. You never know when you will offend entirely the wrong person.”

Cormack’s opinion of other creatures varied. Some he held great respect for and others, not so much. It wasn’t the nature of them per se. He could appreciate anything or anyone who enjoyed the thrill of the kill as much as he did, but it was the graceless form of some of these creatures that he wasn’t a huge fan of. That being said, he had never seen a kelpie before and had no real way of judging something he had never come into contact with.

“Then I suppose I won’t completely dismiss their worth.” he said. He had a sneaky suspicion that whoever he was speaking to happened to be one of these creatures. Why else would he defend them so playfully? “Overpopulation? Now that is an interesting concept. You don’t seem to value the lives of others too much, do you?”

Lochlan had come across a good variety of weird beings and creatures, but a dullahan? Nope, not even once. Of course, he wasn’t even sure what or who he was dealing with right now, but once he figured it out, he would likely be quite surprised. They weren’t from around these parts after all, especially not some deep river in the middle of a heavy forest notorious for harboring a malicious kelpie.

“Naw, not so much. Least not the ones from that group up the path.” He gestured with his thumb in the direction of the nearest human settlement. “Somethin’ like you an’ me though? Prefer to keep things as clear and nice as possible, ya ken? No point in makin’ enemies with somethin’ that might actually give me a run for my money.”

✘ from Iona

“Th’first bite is always m’favorite.” Lochlan explained with a full mouth, careless about whatever the hell manners were. He wiped his bloody lips after swallowing the chunk of flesh ripped clean from the body next to him, offering a sharp-toothed grin to the little lady. “Ye not from here, aye hen?”

Iona was not a trusting creature. She often knew a lie when she heard it, but somehow, she almost wanted to believe Lochlan. Perhaps a lot of it was wishful thinking. Still, her grimace softened the longer she stared at the corpse until eventually the sight of it meant nothing to her. Just another pile of flesh, blood and bones.

“I suppose you’re right.” She nodded her head, satisfied to believe the lie for now. She made the choice to do so, knowing full well that ignorance could be bliss in this circumstance. “You’re a fisherman? You don’t look like any fisherman I’ve ever seen. The ones that live by the sea have beards and coats and…shoes…” She was staring at his hooves now, completely transfixed. What a strange talking horse.