Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
He has never thought himself as strong. He had always been weak, unable to protect himself or the ones he loved. Now he was different, pieces of him broken and put back together, forged with ice. The soul of a polar bear residing within him, merging into every fiber of his being. Peace was evasive, to be thought of as stoic… As the calm in a raging sea, would be surprising. Unheard of.
He hadn’t chosen this path, had not asked to be remade. Had not asked for the trials and the crosses he bore, for the beast inside him. There had never been a choice, it had always been to fight to survive or die. Her soft touch on his neck brings him back, slowly registering how close she was. Looking down at her as he twists his skull slightly, her caress warm against his chestnut flesh. The bear is silent, unsure of her fire. It’s not the same as when he was with Ellyse, this merging of fire and ice sparking in such a different way.
He doesn’t pull away from her, ears swiveling forward as he ponders her statement. ”You may be right…” And she is, he realizes. Carnage had wanted to see the passive stallion feel something else, had wanted to see his rage. ”I doubt that’s what he intended.” The flat bitter words as his heart becomes sore with the memories. He doubted that Carnage had lured and wrangled them all to make them better versions of what they had once been. No, he remembers the screams echoing in the cavern. Carnage had just wanted some fun.
Spark releases whatever hold she has on him as she sneezes and he finds himself smiling at her, not aware of the warmth within his gaze. Around her he feels like he is thawing, defrosted. The bear grumbles with discomfort but is unusually quiet, afraid of her flames. His own muzzle lightly bumps against hers, their breath intermingling. ”But what of you? Your fire…” He trails off, wanting to leave his past behind.
Ledger