I come unraveled in the silence; savage pony

[cringe]

how to be a monster:
1. learn the taste of dirt and pain.
2. teach it to others till your knuckles bleed.
3. see if that makes it easier to breathe.

 
He is bred of a monster, but he does not look it.
No, he looks more like his father (or – the one who bore him; the unorthodox nature of his conception makes titles mixed and strange). Pale gold, like winter sunlight, a diluted version of Rapt’s richer tones. He’s handsome enough, though he’s not preoccupied with such things.
He is bred of a monster, and this becomes evident when layers are stripped away, when his other abilities are laid out – the dark smoke of the fear aura, the clutching hands of possession. He has not been kind with these gifts, is quick to use them, to possess and to frighten.
 
Sins of the father, they say, but to him, they are gifts.
 
He has tasted the sweetness of fear, of control, and it melts across his tongue. He’s come to crave it, now, which is perhaps why he’s returned. He’d been in distant lands, isolated. It hadn’t bothered him – he did well enough, in such isolation – but what use were his talents in a vacuum?
No, he is destined for more.
And so the son of a monster and his disciple slips into the forest, skin shadow-dappled and eyes dark and hungry as he searches for someone who might just appreciate his gifts.
 

cringe

@[savage] <3