01-23-2022, 03:47 PM
through the fire and the flames
Aela had always tried to stress that he should bow to no-one. There were those that were weak and those that were not and he should consider himself in the latter category. He still recalls the lesson she had given him when he had been younger, to find those that would be a challenge to him and best them. To always be on top as he held the gifts of the gods. The opaline stranger thinks of asking forgiveness instead of permission. He recalls that there is no such thing as forgiveness or need for permission when it comes to the likes of him and tries to embody that confidence. She presses for more information in that same playful lilt but he does not miss the way her grin momentarily falters when the coyote yips in the distance. Was she afraid? Why?
The dappled stallion doesn’t answer her question, at least not right away. Instead he studies her openly and wonders what that glint in her flecked eyes had meant. Deep down he had known his mother would have never approved of the friendship he had with Lies. She would have thought the star girl was beneath him, that friends like BoneBone were the only ones worth having. He disagrees, although he would be loathe to say such a thing to her directly. He thought the filly that could call down the stars was strong in her own way. He thinks the mare in front of him might be made of that same caliber. Or perhaps more than that for Pangea was suppose to house those that could manipulate and deceive, something he had never truly understand his mother’s praise for. It seemed the kind of terrible he had always tried to avoid, that curse that had been whispered to him when he had only been a few minutes old. There is a dark thought that maybe he was meant to come here, destined for a place that held monsters from fairy tales. Destined to be Terrible no matter what Aela had said.
He watches the lazy rotation of fire that revolves around her, sees the way the flames reflect against the gold of her eyes. She offers her thanks as he continues to try and understand his confusion when it comes to the likes of her and the corner of his mouth ticks faintly upward again when she sighs with pleasure. “I didn’t give you one.” He replies with a slight mischievous gleam in his feral gaze, similar to that of the lost Prince of the Pampas who had also left his mark on him. He eventually relents though. “It’s Fyr.” He pronounces it in the way of fire first and then the one of fear, whichever she prefers. He decides to answer her previous question as well.
“I’m looking for my mother. Or anyone from the Pampas.” He finally says and his mouth no longer curves upwards but instead turns down, the flames that circle around her now dancing in his own tawny eyes.
The dappled stallion doesn’t answer her question, at least not right away. Instead he studies her openly and wonders what that glint in her flecked eyes had meant. Deep down he had known his mother would have never approved of the friendship he had with Lies. She would have thought the star girl was beneath him, that friends like BoneBone were the only ones worth having. He disagrees, although he would be loathe to say such a thing to her directly. He thought the filly that could call down the stars was strong in her own way. He thinks the mare in front of him might be made of that same caliber. Or perhaps more than that for Pangea was suppose to house those that could manipulate and deceive, something he had never truly understand his mother’s praise for. It seemed the kind of terrible he had always tried to avoid, that curse that had been whispered to him when he had only been a few minutes old. There is a dark thought that maybe he was meant to come here, destined for a place that held monsters from fairy tales. Destined to be Terrible no matter what Aela had said.
He watches the lazy rotation of fire that revolves around her, sees the way the flames reflect against the gold of her eyes. She offers her thanks as he continues to try and understand his confusion when it comes to the likes of her and the corner of his mouth ticks faintly upward again when she sighs with pleasure. “I didn’t give you one.” He replies with a slight mischievous gleam in his feral gaze, similar to that of the lost Prince of the Pampas who had also left his mark on him. He eventually relents though. “It’s Fyr.” He pronounces it in the way of fire first and then the one of fear, whichever she prefers. He decides to answer her previous question as well.
“I’m looking for my mother. Or anyone from the Pampas.” He finally says and his mouth no longer curves upwards but instead turns down, the flames that circle around her now dancing in his own tawny eyes.
Fyr
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