08-13-2021, 01:23 PM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
His “adoptive” mother is far from overprotective and neither is the Prince she serves. They both encourage his wild sense of exploration and a sink or swim method to parenting but what can you expect when you live amongst the Fae and their merry band of misfits? While some in the Pampas may cast him an odd look from time to time, he is mostly accepted with all his strange and destructive talents. He still worries though, despite their wary acceptance, that he was born wrong. That the things he can do and see and create are bad, that word imprinted deep into his young developing mind.
The tall purple lupines and lush red-petaled poppies strewn across the rolling hills of his new home are beautiful but he finds he has a deeply ingrained need to wander and explore. He sees the Dark Fae Prince in the distance as he makes his way through the wildflowers. His little head barely breaking above the petals as he prowls towards the invisible borders (like the jungle cat whose spots he had stolen) that had been explained to him. When does the Prince sleep? He can’t help but wonder as he catches the bright red of his eyes following him. He hesitates, expecting to be stopped but the stallion makes no move to halt him as he crosses over that line and into the beckoning night.
Sleep can wait when he has a whole world to discover.
The moon moves further into the sky and as it casts its silvery caress across his dappled back, he begins to glow golden beneath its touch. It’s the one thing about himself that he doesn’t consider bad. The one thing that seems to actually draw others in instead of driving them away. He is his own lantern in the dark, easily finding paths with his brightly lit body and soon enough finding himself in the common lands.
Lightning bugs dart in and out of the long grasses and the summer evening is warm and enticing when he joins them, pretending that he too is a glowing little bug as he loosens his lanky legs and gallops around them. They can only keep his interest for so long, he had left the Pampas for a reason. He finds that this time of night is the best to practice without too many judgmental eyes watching. He had wanted to give up his powers for good, still wishes this every now and again, despite Aela’s encouragement to dig deep and learn how to master them better. His connection to the otherworld had greatly intrigued her but in the interest of keeping Obscene happy by not burning down his beloved flowers, she had made it clear that his mastery over fire should come first.
So he practices, drawing flames around him in criss-cross patterns as he remembers Aela’s words in his head about needing to learn how to defend himself. His walls of flames are getting better, able to draw them up from the grass around him until he is encircled completely. He lets the fire die and is about to call it again when something sparkly catches a feral yellow eye.
Apparently he is not the only one who had wanted some privacy in their practice.
He is drawn closer and closer as the stars start to fall from the sky and encircle a winged pastel filly. He is hesitant at first, unsure if he should approach her. The cruelty he had suffered in the Adoption Den had not been forgotten but ultimately that desire to find and connect to others his own age runs deep. As he carefully creeps closer, he notices how her entire body seems to sparkle like the little balls of light that float all around her and the darkness that runs up her wings. Usually he is better in his prowling but he is distracted (dazzled) and his small hoof snaps a small twig, bringing the stars around her to wink out as her head whips around and her midnight eyes land on him. “Sorry.” He breathes, glowing brighter in his embarrassment of being caught. The twig he had broken suddenly erupts into flame and quickly sizzles out beneath his hoof and he simply stands there, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t mean to do that.” Is what comes out, rushed, and it’s unclear if he is referencing the fire, startling her, or both.
The tall purple lupines and lush red-petaled poppies strewn across the rolling hills of his new home are beautiful but he finds he has a deeply ingrained need to wander and explore. He sees the Dark Fae Prince in the distance as he makes his way through the wildflowers. His little head barely breaking above the petals as he prowls towards the invisible borders (like the jungle cat whose spots he had stolen) that had been explained to him. When does the Prince sleep? He can’t help but wonder as he catches the bright red of his eyes following him. He hesitates, expecting to be stopped but the stallion makes no move to halt him as he crosses over that line and into the beckoning night.
Sleep can wait when he has a whole world to discover.
The moon moves further into the sky and as it casts its silvery caress across his dappled back, he begins to glow golden beneath its touch. It’s the one thing about himself that he doesn’t consider bad. The one thing that seems to actually draw others in instead of driving them away. He is his own lantern in the dark, easily finding paths with his brightly lit body and soon enough finding himself in the common lands.
Lightning bugs dart in and out of the long grasses and the summer evening is warm and enticing when he joins them, pretending that he too is a glowing little bug as he loosens his lanky legs and gallops around them. They can only keep his interest for so long, he had left the Pampas for a reason. He finds that this time of night is the best to practice without too many judgmental eyes watching. He had wanted to give up his powers for good, still wishes this every now and again, despite Aela’s encouragement to dig deep and learn how to master them better. His connection to the otherworld had greatly intrigued her but in the interest of keeping Obscene happy by not burning down his beloved flowers, she had made it clear that his mastery over fire should come first.
So he practices, drawing flames around him in criss-cross patterns as he remembers Aela’s words in his head about needing to learn how to defend himself. His walls of flames are getting better, able to draw them up from the grass around him until he is encircled completely. He lets the fire die and is about to call it again when something sparkly catches a feral yellow eye.
Apparently he is not the only one who had wanted some privacy in their practice.
He is drawn closer and closer as the stars start to fall from the sky and encircle a winged pastel filly. He is hesitant at first, unsure if he should approach her. The cruelty he had suffered in the Adoption Den had not been forgotten but ultimately that desire to find and connect to others his own age runs deep. As he carefully creeps closer, he notices how her entire body seems to sparkle like the little balls of light that float all around her and the darkness that runs up her wings. Usually he is better in his prowling but he is distracted (dazzled) and his small hoof snaps a small twig, bringing the stars around her to wink out as her head whips around and her midnight eyes land on him. “Sorry.” He breathes, glowing brighter in his embarrassment of being caught. The twig he had broken suddenly erupts into flame and quickly sizzles out beneath his hoof and he simply stands there, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t mean to do that.” Is what comes out, rushed, and it’s unclear if he is referencing the fire, startling her, or both.
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