wolves in our own skin, we're savages; flamevein

[Flamevein]

some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice from what I’ve tasted of desire, I’ll hold with those who favor fire - R. Frost If she only knew. He does not conform because it suits them…he conforms because it suits him. He conforms because he craves the taste of power heavy and sweet on his tongue, and what better way to get there? The stallion is a clever beast if nothing else, and he can easily recognize that the ascent to power is a long and arduous path. Why not enlist help if he could? Joining this kingdom would give him a platform to the top, a springboard so to speak. It was rarely, if ever, that he did anything for the overall greater good. Always he was chiefly concerned about himself and his own somewhat sinister wishes. Perhaps she viewed him as a typical kingdom sheep, but she would be sorely mistaken. He is never the sheep, but always he is the wolf. He grins at her threat, flicking his tail across his haunches in an ultimate display of nonchalance. “Nasty threats from such a pretty mouth…tsk tsk.” he clucks to her, tilting his head as he watches her with curiosity. She steps forward, invading his space, but he doesn’t retreat. Instead he closes the space further, peering down at her with his blue eyes, that queer nebula blaze standing stark on his face. He would not be surprised if she can feel the fire in his veins. He’s often wondered if he was warmer, so to speak, than other equines. It would only make sense. After all, he was born a comet with gasoline in his veins. “I wouldn’t say mysterious…more so I don’t go telling all of my secrets to strange little trespassers who wander into my home with who knows what kind of mischief on their mind.” he says lazily, pulling his eyes from her and looking into the forest. “You know, you’ve yet to give me a name. So who’s the mysterious one now, hmm?” Sighing, he turns back to her. He purses his lips, as if to blow a kiss (if horses could do such a thing) and blows gently. The breath turns to flames, which turn into a hand. From the hand comes slender fingers, which reach for her cheek. He does not mean to burn her, but caress her perhaps, if he were given to such gentleness. Suddenly he inhales and the flames disappear back into their creator. “See, I’m not mysterious at all. Now you know my secrets, so how about a name?” For now he was enjoying their cat and mouse game, and for now he would continue to play along. For now. flamevein fire bending son of carnage and alcippe