I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
They come. Of course they come. A burning man comes into their midst and they are drawn like flies to honey. But then, who would not come see a man on fire? The world has always been filled with voyeurs. He could be dying a gruesome death and they would come to watch. But he had survived fate. Likely he should have died, eaten alive by flame. But a magician had found him worthy, had gifted him with an eternal flame. And he had left his mark, to ensure the entire world knew of his power.
The first to approach is a filly, small and garishly bright. As he turns his head in her direction, the brand decorating the very center of his forehead is displayed, limned by fire. His gray eyes fall on her, studying her with banal interest. He isn’t quite sure what to make of her at first. She is bold in her approach, a careful mask for the cold calculation that lingers just beneath the surface.
She praises him, in a rather roundabout way. He wonders if she knows, if she is aware of the realms beyond theirs. It is the only explanation for so many of the things that had occurred in the magician’s cave. So then, perhaps, it is not so far-fetched that they would see their father again, learn of his approval or disgust.
As he stares at her, considering such deep thoughts, flame licks and swirls around his charred skin in a grisly dance. It takes him a long moment to give her any sort of response, and when he does, only a single word escapes on a hoarse breath. ”Raelynx.”
Another approaches him then, a colt he recognizes. He had been present those many months ago, when fated siblings first had met. He speaks too, reminding him of their first encounter. Of the squirrel he, they, had tortured and eventually killed. He shudders at the reminder, not in pleasure, but in fear. That squirrel had come to him, tormented him in that horrendous other-world. But perhaps that is just what he needs to overcome the madness. More squirrels.
But then, he thinks, squirrels are not nearly enough. They present so little challenge. A squirrel will never grow to understand the true beauty of pain. And what he wants is someone, something, who can. He gazes at the pair of the speculatively. The boy he thinks would understand. But the girl, would she? A smile edges onto his lips, a smile that would send shivers down any sane creatures spine. And without a word, he extends his neck and presses his burning muzzle against the filly’s neck.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie
So apparently he's just going to try to burn everyone he meets now :|