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[Volcan]

volcan

Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die

A young grulla tobiano mare is the first to react to Volcan's erratic behaviour. Her pitched voice carries over the field to the silver mare, causing her to raise her head from its low and hostile position so that she can examine the girl more thoroughly. Though younger than Volcan, as observed by her less-developed frame, they are the same height. One, however, is clearly soft and gentle - at first impression's persuasion - and the other more hardened, aggressive. Genetically and environmentally predisposed - born of Scorch, abandoned at rebirth. Anger is her first nature.

"How'd you guess," she answers bitingly, her tail swishing at her hocks. The chance of her powers turning against the filly is minimal; she represents no observable threat to Volcan's well being, and besides, she knows where she is. She knows the purpose of the land she stands on. And although she refuses to be claimed, she needed to keep her other options open. She speaks again, less clipped, but just as hard. "I'm Volcan."

Her name escapes her lips just as a second stallion approaches, his nature far more acceptable to the mare than that of his predecessor. Still, the mare eyes him skeptically; although she had been raised by Vanquish, the mare has grown to distrust practically everyone. Beqanna changed - and it changed her ability to trust, too. Little did she know that of all the men in Beqanna, this pegasus is possibly the best chance she had at recovering information of her family - and that chance barely exists at all in the first place. And if he had been listening to the rumours during the time of  Scorch's death, or her birth at the Falls, then perhaps something would click. Perhaps.

"I suppose that's the only place I'll fit. Flattery doesn't come as easily to me as to others," she states implicatively, looking right at the bay.

Her eyes travel back to the filly then, and seem to reconsider her; then, she performs the same action on the stallion. These are her options. These are her possibilities, her could-be futures, her tomorrows. The grass around the trio twitches non-organically, reacting to Volcan's trepidation and consternation. She awaited further information.