Doesn't the blue flame burn hotter?
IMPERIAL... A spine quaking shiver sent through his entire body as the sound enter his ears. Immediately they flattened. Blue eyes widened as he stood frozen... Waiting... Listening... Wishing that like his father he could turn into a ghost. Disappear without notice. But he couldn't, he would have to swallow his organs that were creeping up his throat and answer his calling. If he didn't worse things were to come he was certain..
His smallish hooves felt like blocks of iron as he forcefully dragged his sorry carcass towards his voice. Procrastinating as much as potentially possible. His brother had seemed to escape. Lucky bastard. Soon the chocolate and cream stallion was in view. His devil eyes locked upon his small form. He glanced about cautiously, taking note of the half dead creatures crying out. They were scattered, some mangled, some just a tad broken. They were held captive, much like him- to no fault of their own. Fearing his father's gaze but forced to look up. Much too soft surfaced, "Yes, Father?"...
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