SO RICH, SO PRETTY
He's seething when he lands, though he kisses the ground divinely as he touches it. It's a beautiful thing his landing, no one that knows him would expect less. Kirin is a proud man-child, vain even, but he is glorious. They all are, The Children, and rightly so. It would be a heady task to dissuade any of them otherwise.
Kirin folds his wings against his lavender skin, snorting with irritation at the wall of fire before him. If he wasn't so pissed off he might admire the beauty of it, or rather the beautiful spectacle it made against his coat. Not today, today he glared angrily as the rainbows played up the fire in his silvery eyes. The Gates had wronged him again, this time it was personal. Let Tioga live her lie there, let her renounce their blood ties, but to hell with her if she thought to take what was his.
He hates to wait, so he wastes no time in making his presence known, rearing and yelling into the nebula colored blaze. He didn't know who he would find at the helm of the Kingdom and he didn't care either, so long as someone showed.