I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
The icy claws of winter are slowly giving way to the sweet, clean scent of spring. A moist breeze heralds the warmer days to come, twining and twirling around the earth until it meets the creature of fire. Or rather, the horrific monster with fire for skin.
He is in the meadow again. It is a wonderful place, he has discovered. The ground sucks at his feet, the snow melting, retreating, in each spot that he steps. Just as others might flinch from his flame, so too do the glacial fingers of winter. His bland gray eyes survey his surroundings, wondering what he might find here on this day. The meadow is never short of interesting creatures. Creatures who might benefit from his tutelage.
Although, whether it is actually a benefit or not is entirely a matter of opinion. In his, there are none who could not benefit. Others might simply call it torture. He is not picky though. They may call it what they will.
Today is different however, for rather than finding the expected, he stumbles into something quite the opposite. Or rather, she stumbles into him.
He shifts, scarred head swinging around as his nubby ears swivel forward, mild surprise showing upon his burned features. A small filly has stumbled into him, accusing words spilling from her lips as she does so. He stares at her, wondering what this child believes him to be. Were she clever, she would recognize him for the monster he is.
She is newly born, still reeking of the event. But beneath that is a vaguely familiar scent, one the tugs at his memories, bringing forth a face he had forgotten only moments after he had been finished with her. He realizes then, that this child must be the result of that brief interlude (one that had likely been far more pleasant for him than it had her). A slow smile begins to curve his lips, one redolent with satisfaction.
As he turns to face this child, the flickering of his flame skin dims and dies, leaving naught but heavily scarred and mutilated flesh. Perhaps she had been burned when she had inadvertently bumped into him (he doesn’t look, doesn’t even particularly care. Not yet, at least), but he does not wish to continue to do so. Not until he has decided if she is worth keeping.
”Why shouldn’t I leave you?” The question is asked in a low, raspy voice, challenging her accusation. Daring her to give him a reason to keep her.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie
I'm not sure why this keeps messing up :/ sorry