Burn slow, burning up the back walls; Kitra/Akbar/Qatar/Etro/Gaza (any of em <3)

[Volcan]

Volcan

Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky

Of her supposed siblings, Volcan knows little - nothing more than that they exist, in fact. She knows nothing of Vanquish’s relationship with Lyric, or of Yael’s own adopted children, other than that they roam the far stretches of this universe, just as she does. Even less so does she know of her true blood siblings, of her twin Vi, who searches even now for her friend beyond the lands of Beqanna. Despite being freed from Camrynn’s time-altering grasp, Volcan still lives in a bubble of ignorance, completely unaware of her lineage, her siblings, her legacy.

The day of revelation looms closer with every wane and wax of the moon; but for now, this reality is all she knows.

He stands like Vanquish, and she knows him to be one of his immediately. His scent reminds her of her adoptive father, though in a strange way that she doesn’t particularly enjoy or trust; the bespeckled man smells of lightning and snow, rebellion and chaos. Her nostrils flare to study the scent more closely, but her train of thought is interrupted as the man greets her.

Ears tilting back just so, Volcan lifts her chin, scrutinizing the Percheron stallion with slivered eyes. He could lift one hoof and end her existence here and now should she become unwary. The sight of them must be laughable; a spindly girl barely managing 14 hands standing off against a monster of a stallion towering well around 18 hands who must be twice her weight. She isn't laughing, though. 

“I am Volcan,” she replies coolly, from between ecru lips. Although the two are simply greeting each other, the filly feels almost that this first impression is one she can not lose to the titan before her; this interaction held weight. “And what is your name, boy?”

This is not the end, this is just the world
Such a foolish thing, such an honest girl

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