I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
The rich scent of blood reaches his nostrils, luring him to approach a group he might have otherwise ignored. He cannot resist the siren call of that scent. The only thing that might have been more enticing was the scent of burning things.
He does so enjoy making things burn. Nearly as much as he had loved being burned. He wishes only that more understood such divine ecstasy. And that, perhaps, is his entire driving force, the impetus for his being. Finding others that understand as he does.
He eases into the group, mutilated skin writhing with a shell of flame. While he might not have need of its protection, he had never claimed not to be vain. It is simply that he does not preen in the same way that his lovely lavender brother might. No, he revels in the terrible and horrifying sight of his burning flesh rather than the true beauty that might once have been his.
He slides past Kersey, his flaming skin skimming lightly past hers on an almost gentle caress as he continues forward to inspect this new creature Kirin has brought home. A creature covered in fresh crimson blood. When he finally does halt, he is close to the new mare. Far too close.
What would she think of the mutilated monster that stands before her? he wonders. And as the thought crosses his mind, a small, faint smirk touches his charred lips.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie