06-30-2021, 05:12 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Galaxies weave stories along the entire canvas that is Skandar and he can’t help but see exactly what Aela can see within those webs of nebula and starry patterns. There is a clear picture in his mind of how those scents of the swirl patterned stallion had ended up on the golden plains of Aela’s coat. A deep seething jealousy bleeds out from that fiery wrathful thing that lives deep within his core as it awakens and starts to slither to the surface. The stallion speaks of opportunity and he allows himself to release a little of that angry energy into his laugh, expelling some of that tension that squeezes something hollow in his chest. “An opportunity.” He repeats, tilting his head and considering him. “And who benefits from this opportunity, you or me?”
He can still feel that sinewy movement tightening around his ribcage, squeezing at his insides and searching for release. But his expression remains as unreadable as ever as his crimson gaze darkens with disdain. “Why you, I wonder…” He muses aloud, not caring at all if the other hears him and becomes insulted. He hopes he does, hopes to bait him for the truth that lays beneath his lies. “What is it that she sees in you?”
This is not another brother he thinks, no this is someone.., something else.
Something he has reason to be envious of just as much as he is in awe from it.
The cool winds of fall send a cold breeze through the long strands of his raven mane, littered with thistles and other wildflowers that have been caught in their wild tangles. He rolls a gold lined shoulder to ease the ache of tension he feels broiling inside. He knows that for the sake of this kingdom, they need power and bodies. And there was an opportunity here, he wasn’t that blind to see it. He exhales slowly, easing his temper into a colder place. One that didn’t feel quite so much. “What can you do for us then? Why would I need you?” He sneers and waits to see if he might find a reason to lie to himself and believe that there was nothing to worry about concerning a stallion of the galaxies that could make the world burn in the blink of an eye. Exactly what she had always desired and what he might not be able to give her.
He can still feel that sinewy movement tightening around his ribcage, squeezing at his insides and searching for release. But his expression remains as unreadable as ever as his crimson gaze darkens with disdain. “Why you, I wonder…” He muses aloud, not caring at all if the other hears him and becomes insulted. He hopes he does, hopes to bait him for the truth that lays beneath his lies. “What is it that she sees in you?”
This is not another brother he thinks, no this is someone.., something else.
Something he has reason to be envious of just as much as he is in awe from it.
The cool winds of fall send a cold breeze through the long strands of his raven mane, littered with thistles and other wildflowers that have been caught in their wild tangles. He rolls a gold lined shoulder to ease the ache of tension he feels broiling inside. He knows that for the sake of this kingdom, they need power and bodies. And there was an opportunity here, he wasn’t that blind to see it. He exhales slowly, easing his temper into a colder place. One that didn’t feel quite so much. “What can you do for us then? Why would I need you?” He sneers and waits to see if he might find a reason to lie to himself and believe that there was nothing to worry about concerning a stallion of the galaxies that could make the world burn in the blink of an eye. Exactly what she had always desired and what he might not be able to give her.
obscene
@Skandar
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