He wanders, on the edge of insanity, these days.  There were few things here he hadn't seen.  Even fewer he hadn't tried to destroy.  But as one plant met its demise, his mother was quick to repair it.  

Fucking A-NNOY-ING! 

The winter hadn't touched much of Tephra but with spring came teensy flowers and he despised flowers.  They were so pretty and girly and cutesy. PUKE!  He finds such a flower and stomps his hoof atop it with a cackle.  "Die flower, DIE! Mwahhahhha," he chants with a mischievous grin and glowing demon eyes.  Quickly he spots another, and another, and another, "Gods! They are reproducing." He says reproducing like he really knows what it means.  Only a yearling though, he knows very little about such things.  

With a wrinkle of his muzzle in disgust, he re-examines the travesty before him... "Well now... We can't have that now can we," he says, almost matter-of-a-fact like.  The wheels in his mind begin turning and soon death seeps from his hooves.  The poison dries all the fodder around him to a crisp, along with it the once colorful flora dims as well. 

Death is a beautiful thing...

Satisfied with his new patch of dust, his head rises.  Fiery eyes finding movement not far off in the field, something blackish with blueish tips.  This is one such thing he has never seen before, so he approaches bravely.  Whoever it was, was smaller than him and so he does not fear them.  His voice calls out, "Hey you! Kid... What you doing out here all alone?" He finally is close enough to see it for what it was, a foal, not more than a few weeks old.  His mottled face tilts as he looks to the child's activities.  Strange.  Is his first thought.  I like it!  His second and last... 

With his head raised at its peak height, his firey eyes note the growing pile of dead vermin.  He was unsure what he was witnessing and it is clear by the slight tilt of his head.  Amusement crawls across his face though at the colts spitfire answer.  He causes him to chuckle softly but the laughter soon dissipates as a boulder is cast into the sky, aiming for the sharp screech of gull flying overhead.  Zain's head tips upward as he views the smart smack of bone on stone and the body falls lifelessly to the soil.

The angle of his head had followed the birds trajectory and now he looks to the colt, "Impressive," he sneers.  Ideas pop into his mind at the kids usefulness in his own en-devours.  "How would you like to be part of my crew, kid?"  he proposes with a devious grin....    

The mottled bay was the spitting image of his father.  He often envied the fire wielders great powers and lived to hear stories of when he was young.  The one that intrigued him most involved his mother(least likely of all the ponies in BQ).  He had banned a group of misfits together and wreak havoc on Beqanna with their combined powers.  Ironically he had come to learn that his mother had once held the poison that he could will to seep into the soils.  That she had traded it for the power to renew what had been destroyed.  He thought her foolish for giving up such a grand talent.  His father had also told him how the aftermath had changed him.  That's where he always ended the story and where Zain was determined to continue it...

As his flaming eyes look down at the younger colt, he simply grins when the boy questions him, "One you'll want to be a part of I assure you..." With his final syllable he turns and begins walking to the brook that separated the volcanic rocks from the mainland, "Stick with me kid and your talents will not go unnoticed..."