I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
The small, dark filly that had stumbled into him is doing her very best imitation of affronted hurt and anger. She is spirited, and for unknown reasons, this causes a slow grin the curve the fiery stallion’s charred lips. But then, it is not difficult to figure out. The spirited ones are always more fun. They fight. They do not simply stand by and accept what is handed to them. They are difficult to break, giving pain in return for his trouble. But they are, inevitably, troublesome. Is he ready for such a challenge?
He would like to think so.
The girl’s words are spit at him sulkily, causing the grin edging onto his features to deepen. It is not a nice smile though. No, it is something horrible to behold, macabre on his cracked lips. His dull gray eyes linger upon her, studying her in half-hearted interest. ”Hmmmm,” he says finally, his tone nearly a growl. ”Enlighten me.”
But then she is wrinkling her muzzle, her nostrils flaring before she takes an impromptu nose dive into the cool snow at their feet. He blinks, wondering if perhaps there is something wrong with the child. Something not immediately visible to the naked eye. But when she speaks, he recalls how she had bumped into him, barreling nose first into his flaming skin.
Foolish girl. She should be with her mother anyway. The smile slips from his lips, his features returning to their usually placid, uninterested caste. Swinging his muzzle around, he aims a sharp nip at her rump, intending to teach her a well-earned lesson.
”Pain is life.” The simple words issue from his lips on a rumble. It is a lesson he had learned young, had taken to heart, has lived by to this very day. In fact, he hadn’t been any older than she when life had first taught him that inexorable lesson. Better that she learn it now.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie