08-24-2015, 07:32 PM
Its been too quiet in the Valley as of late, and you know what they say about idle hands. They’re the devils playground after all. That’s maybe even more true in his case. Boredom doesn’t suit him, he is not built for idleness. Those around him do not fair well if he has no outlet for his…energy. But his flames serve a purpose beyond relieving him boredom (they barely do that these days). He’s found most horses are leery of fire, whether it be their natural instincts or the fact that they’re just stupid. Either way, fire makes a useful boundary. Not that they had anything worth breeching the boundary for these days, but he liked to think he was doing something useful in any case. But usefulness was not his ultimate goal in life. Power, and the rewards that came with power…now those were things he strived for. He was a son of the Dark God, gifted with gasoline in his veins and a comet for a heart. One could maybe say it was his destiny.
He hears her long before he sees her, the sound of feathers pushing air is quite unmistakable. Though he does admire those gifted with flight, it is a power that lacks a certain sort of grace. Now his power, his power is full of finesse and unpredictability. Admittedly, he is somewhat biased. Nevertheless his blue eyes track her through the sky, that queer nebula blaze barely peeking through the tangled mass of black forelock. Finally, the mare damn near crashes into the earth and the gasoline-veined stallion raises a brow above his blue eyes. “Please tell me you’ll work on your landing skills, and I’ll lie straight through my teeth just to make you happy.” he said easily, cocking a hind leg in an ultimate display of indifference. He’d always had a lust for power, a certain need to taste it heavy on his tongue. From the very moment of his birth, he had been searching for it. If the world had to burn for him to get a sip, then they’d better learn to extinguish fire. “What’s so bad about seeing the world burn? Plenty in these lands deserve it. Ashes to ashes and all that bullshit.” He’d been quiet so long, it was almost strange to hear his voice. It had a certain raspy quality, probably an affect on smoke inhalation. And there was a certain something that hid beneath his words, the wolf carefully disguised as a sheep.
flamevein
i set fire to the rain