I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
Days blend and blur into one another, melting into a mass of time that holds little meaning to the charred stallion. He has never had any need to track his days better, for he has always existed upon his own schedule, doing what he would in his own time. Occasionally his siblings requested his presence, breaking the monotonous leisure of his days. Of course, what might be leisure to him would often be considered torture to others.
He has slowly been collecting pupils with which to fill his days, those he might teach to love torment as he does. She is one such pupil. That she is off his blood makes little difference. If nothing else, it only made her more fit for the study.
He had collected her some time ago. She had lived here quietly, quick to learn what he had to teach, even in spite of her defiance. In truth, this is likely what made her such an apt pupil. She could give as well as she could take. That is a rare quality indeed.
He is not actually searching her out today, but when he sees her there upon the shores of the cove, he cannot resist approaching. It is his prerogative after all.
She stands in the water, waves lapping at her slender legs. As he approaches, the flames envelope him in a sudden whoosh, fire crawling across his charred skin, caressing him with soothing heat. He steps into the water beside her, his burning body brushing subtly against hers in a touch too scorching to be ignored. The cool water of the ocean sizzles where it touches his skin, the liquid around his legs hissing and spitting as cold collides with hot. With a slow smile, he presses his muzzle against her crest in an almost affectionate gesture.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie