[open] I feel so alive for the very first time [Radar Pony/Any]

[Obscene]

I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me

When he was young, Liz had told him (brief facts without much detail) about the half-siblings that existed from her complicated past. Vindictive, Bardot, and Cersei. A handful of older sisters, he the only boy among them. On Offspring’s side however it got more complicated. His father had held many dalliances before he ended up with his mother and there were children that perhaps even his sire was unaware of. The only one he had ever heard about, had ever seen from afar, was Levi. Levi had returned to Tephra after their father had stepped down as Overseer and right before Obscene had been born. He had never formally met his brother, the once true Heir of Tephra, as Liz preferred to keep to herself (when she wasn't entangled in the heat of her lover) in the deep tangled depths of the ashland jungle and avoid the others. 

But he had seen Levi from afar, the idyllic older brother. Remembered the flame that licked his mane and tail, their fathers flame. The blaze that he had been born without. A bitterness had burned acidic on his tongue then, fueled by jealousy.

As it does again when the hair between his teeth spits into a hot white flame and singes his tongue, peeling the skin around his mouth. A roar of anger escapes him as he spats out cinders, his tongue tasting of ash and pain… and something familiar. He steps back away from her as she leaps to the right with a splash, pain mingling with his rage as that flicker of serpentine energy beneath him writhes and crackles in fury. Whatever it is that bubbles beneath his surface isn’t strong enough to yet emerge but something else does. A flash of gold light appears around his muzzle and suddenly the pain begins to cool. The peeled flesh around his lips seems to knit and mend on its own, his tastebuds no longer dull and ashen.

Somehow he had healed himself from the damage she had inflicted but he can’t even begin to wrap his head around that. No, instead his burning gaze is completely focused on her with a glare and there is that wiry smirk fitting perfectly on his healed mouth as he is overwhelmed with his own emotions. “Are we still anything alike?” She coos at him and he tests out the word before he says it. Finds that it does not dissolve on his tongue. “Yes.” He snaps and the doubt that crowds his mind suddenly seems confirmed. “Who are you?” Before she can retort with a smart ass comment, he throws his head as his nostrils flare with frustration, threads of black and gold thrown in disarray as his pupils slit in the ring of red and he steps towards her. “Not your name. Who are you?” He hisses as something raw and hot twists in the usually cold confines of his chest.

Because he already knows. Deep down he knows but just needs to hear her say it. 

obscene

@[Sunlight]