I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
He is fortunate perhaps, that he has no care for his family, and they so little for him. His mother had been horrified by the monster she had created (for he has been twisted since birth. It is only recently that his body had been remade into a visual representation of his true self). And he in turn had been horrified by her, that disgust spurred to even greater heights by the torture he had endured at the hands of a dark god.
Only his siblings seem to recognize his true potential. And even then, they care no more for him beyond what he can do for them. Beyond the symbol they represent as a demented group of manic youth, wishing only to please their father, to win his approval. But his father is dead. And frankly, Raelynx has never sought his approval, not for himself. He humors his siblings' whims because it keeps him entertained. And when one has as few responsibilities in life as he, diversion is paramount.
And that, perhaps, is the best explanation of why he is here. He seeks amusement, in whatever form it may present itself to him, because sometimes, tormenting wildlife is simply not enough. It might hold his brother and sister’s attention for extended periods of time, but he needs something more. Physical pain is such a small portion of the realm that encompasses true agony. He would know. His eyes had been opened to its true potential. A potential that, sadly, does not lay solely in the torture of small and insignificant creatures.
But here, in this meadow, there are so many possibilities. It is delicious, intoxicating.
The thought of it makes him impatient, makes him yearn to be the instigator, makes him want to inflict himself on others. Ultimately however, it is not necessary. Just as he is beginning to edge forward, another approaches, slipping himself so easily into his clutches that a small smirk tugs at his cracked lips. The charred nubs of his ears swivel forward as his placid gray eyes latch upon the stallion.
Oh, and what a delightful creature he is. His body tells stories, so many tales of horror and pain. Raelynx wants to touch them all, to remind him of the pain they had caused when he had received them. He wants to give him new ones to remember him by, to remind him gloriously and undeniably of the pain that is life. And he wonders then, will he let him?
There is only one way to find out.
”Raelynx.” His name leaves him on a raspy breath as his drab eyes devour his scarred body before he finally drags his gaze up to meet Drow’s. ”You are looking for something.”
It is a statement, not a question. He knows without a doubt that this stallion is looking for something, else he would not have approached him.
Raelynx
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