I burn from the Hell I've seen; Brinly, Any

[Fireheart]

i burn from the hell i've seen, but the devil can't hold me down

He has known many emotions in his long life, but unkindness was never one of them. There has been loss and subsequently sadness; that is the curse of the immortal, after all. Anger, though rarely so and never enough to tarnish his soul. But in all of his years it has never occurred to him to be unkind simply for the sake of it. Perhaps that is a part of the flaming bird that lives deep in his chest. Perhaps it is a product of his raising, though he can barely remember his mother's face let alone her manners.

Perhaps he was simply kind to others because others had always been kind to him.

Her arrival is without fanfare, but he notices her straight away anyways. Much like he himself is fire made flesh, she too burns against the green of spring. Her reds and oranges match his own plumage, though her fire seems to burn hotter and brighter than his in some way. Perhaps it is a difference in the magic, or perhaps it is a difference of the soul. As she approaches the newly revived tree he watches her closely, taking note of the trepidation crawling across her face. Not quite a scowl but something in her life has clearly hardened her. As she speaks, he considers her words with an avian tilt of his head. No one has ever asked him why before, so the question gives him pause. It is a simple answer to him, but something tells him she is looking for more than simple.

While still considering her words he flutters down from the branch and in a whirl of golden sparks and crackling embers he becomes his other form. A navy blue stallion, with the blue blending seamlessly to orange as it travels down his points. The fire is gone, but shadows replace the flame and twine around his legs slowly. "Because I can." he says simply but not unkindly. "Because I can heal what's broken, and this magnificent tree deserved another spring. It would be a shame to waste such a gift, no? I'm Fireheart, by the way." He offers her a smile with his name, and it is a genuine thing.

The world may be unkind, but he is not.

fireheart

@Brinly