:WYRM:
It’s an uncanny habit for strong forces to somehow attract one another. Like magnets, neither distance nor time will dull the inevitable pull that brings both Wyrm and Heartfire curiously together at odd points in their lives. It would seem that no matter how hard the jaded boy tries, he cannot prevent the greater momentum of the universe around them. “F*cking destiny.” He mulls, “What an ugly bitch.” His lips, though, remain taught and unwilling to bend at her eager arrival. Where once a maniacal smile might have flashed for her, now only his bicolored eyes slide to the side in acknowledgement.
“I’ve been looking for you.” She tells him, already so completely sure of herself. It’s sickening, to suddenly be aware of just how highly Heartfire - no, she; He must remember, only she now - thought of herself. He doesn’t slow in his journey, only silently wonders how lonely it must be on her gilded pedestal. How kind of her, to reach out and grace him with her presence. Irritated now, the brightly painted stallion slows to a halt beneath an open patch of sunlight, turning his full attention to her while the pale dust motes come to settle on her speckled skin. With the slow inclination of his head his breathes her in, lungs filling with the very essence of her.
“You stink.” He grunts, tail snapping at his hind legs. “What is it that you want, hmm?” He prompts, settling comfortably at her side. A palomino stallion, with one wing … and curved horns. He remembers, trying not to lose sight of his re-awakening while drowning in her cold stare.