I'll hold with those who favor fire; Gallows

[Flamevein]

He doesn’t know why he continually finds himself in her company. She’s snide, and arrogant, and with that ancients “do no wrong” mentality. In short, she was an asshole. But so was he, so he supposed it worked in a sense. They could shoot jabs at one another all in good fun. Flamevein didn’t consider himself to be a man of many friends, and nor did he have any desire to change that. Friends were usually nothing more than baggage and those who’d ride the coattails of someone much more powerful, and he didn‘t have time for that bullshit. He was more of a solo act, not a backup dancer. Despite that he’d grown accustomed to the sassy mare, and found himself valuing her company.

Even when she was giving him shit. Like now. “Hot as fuck, thank you very much.” he purred, ignoring her jab about him joining ranks in the Jungle. There was only one thing that could possibly be good about living in the Jungle- he wouldn’t have to go far to find a decent piece of ass. Thankfully, he wasn’t so desperate that he needed to live in a tribe full of women. “Busy. Yes. I like to stay busy…idle hands are the devils playground, after all.” he said, a wicked grin placed on his handsome mouth. Yes, it was for the best that he wasn’t let alone for too long. His thoughts were usually on a dangerous path. “Block the view? Darling, we’ve improved it. You can go anywhere on this God forsaken spit of land and find fucking trees. You can only come to the Valley if you want to see a giant wall of fire. Clearly, in this case, a womans touch wasn’t needed.”

flamevein

i set fire to the rain