09-30-2015, 11:43 AM
Where there was chaos, Flamevein knew Lokii wouldn’t be far behind. While the pyro craved the power and prestige that came in the aftermath of chaos, Lokii craved it all. They made quite a pair, the pyro and the illusionist. If things had materialized when they’d first met, perhaps already their names would already be etched into the history books. However, they had both fallen into the trap of their stagnant king and had simply went their own way. But now the tides were changing, and chaos was starting to rear its head once more. And they deserved a place at the crest of that wave. They were the first Valley members to ever suggest such a thing, and if not the first then certainly close to it. It seemed only natural that they would be, for lack of a better word, friends.
So he sought the trickster out. He searched the Valley first, but his search was cut short by the raising of the new cosmic fire barrier around the kingdom, as well as the branding of her loyal members. It was his first time crossing through the magical flames, and a shiver went up his spine as the warm flames caressed over him. Once he was free he headed towards the meadow. It wasn’t a place he often visited himself, but it seemed as good a place as any to search for his old friend. The journey wasn’t a hard one, and he kept small flames around his ankles to clear his path through the snows. Think smarter, not harder. The nebula-faced stallion slipped into the meadows surrounding forest quietly, almost stealthily. If he was here at all, surely it would be in the shadows, plotting or scheming. He weaved in and out of the trees like a cat, and he paused for a moment to scratch his shoulder along the trunk of a particularly sturdy-looking oak. When he had satisfied the itch he didn’t move further, but simply stood, clearing the snow around him almost idly. He’d done this much, the trickster could do the rest.
flamevein
i set fire to the rain