Gale
started under neon lights, then it all got dark
i only know how to go too far
It tilts Gale’s head with practiced ease, enjoying the sensation of once more possessing a physical body. The muscle and sinew have regrown since Carnage disintegrated Gale’s body, but that is far from his first death, and the Curse that puppets him does so with cruel expertise. All it must do is wait for its host’s healing, wait for the inexplicable magic that will make Gale whole once more.
It can feel the Healing even now, a crackling sensation that mirrors the lightning that darts along the stallion’s iridescent blue skin. The flickering electricity is not dimmed by the splattering rain and splashing waves. The lightning reaches up when Beyza frees the storm, disappearing into the black-bellied clouds that pour rain down from overhead. The rain is icy cold and soaks through Gale’s navy hide, but the electric blue gaze never falters from where it is fixed to Beyza’s.
Only when she begins to project emotions does he finally blink, and his pensive expression wavers to something closer to delight.
Was it the distress and grief that fueled the black magic? Or had the lightning that Gale discovered been strengthened by the contact with the storm? These questions will give Gale many sleepless nights for years to come, but the Curse does not care. It knows only that when it reaches into the pool of its Power it finds it overflowing.
Gale’s mouth turns up in an enamoring smile, but the overall effect is ruined by the way his blue eyes never seem to move. The smiling creature is entirely without empathy, but it recognizes humor.
“You will kill me?” It asks with a soft huff of laughter, reassessing the mare in front of him as though there is no storm battering them, as if there is no haste to their discussion. The Curse considers itself secondary in Power only to the greater magic that had in part created it, and that ranking is one that the creature has already contested. Death is not permanent for the warped dark thing that wields Gale and the wings of lightning that flicker into existence along his brindle sides.
“I would like to see yu try. Perhaps it will be even more enjoyable than killing Ryatah was.”
@ Beyza
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