Ankyra Sound the horseman

Arrille was a suitable name; as suitable as any calling could be for such a young thing. Kierkegaard had played the second party in producing several litters of offspring on his own, but he had never had the chance to name his own children and he wasn't sure what he would do if that opportunity arose. Still, he knew that there might come a time when it would and he found himself flustered at the thought. The boy Arrille had inquired what his own name was, so the wraith faced him with a small nod and offered his own introduction. “Kierkegaard,” he said quietly. The ghost never offered his last name to those who asked, and so many did not know of his family or his lineage. He was afraid he would happen upon others who shared his name, so he held it to himself and only offered what they needed to know – sometimes he would not even offer that.