02-26-2025, 08:50 AM
i burn from the hell i've seen, but the devil can't hold me down
He danced in spite of the cool night air. He danced in spite of the meadow sleeping below him. He mostly danced in spite of himself. The chill meant nothing to him, and his flaming wings cut through the cold effortlessly. The empty land raced by beneath him, oblivious to the wonder and magic that was phoenix flight. Higher he went, higher and higher until it felt like the stars were within his grasp. He had no solid reason, nor did he care to have one. The fire propelled his flight, and his heart created the song that spilled from his throat. Those were reason enough for him.
He sensed her before he saw her. Not in a magical way, but in that way all living things can sense one another. Perhaps it was a shift in the energy, or something even more subtle. He was not one to question such things, anyways. Whatever the case, it made him cease his upward climb, crimson and orange wings spreading wide as he banked across the sky. It did not take him long to spot her. Like him, she stood out. Unlike him, she was the moonglow, whereas he was the sun made living. A soft glow emitted from her, a star in a sea of blackened pitch. With little more than a thought he created a burst of fire and flew headlong into it, disappearing in a sea of sparks. But he did not stay gone. That same fireball erupted near the ground, brighter than the sun and crackling with a ferocity that could only be explained by magics unknown. From the fireball he emerged, shifting from bird to equine in the blink of an eye. He landed trotting, the phoenix gone but for a few feathers floating behind him on the breeze he had created. They sizzled and spit as they hit the damp grass, gone to that place that all magic things disappear to when they are no longer of use.
It had been so long since he had spoken to another. His immortality had allowed him to live countless years, but faces and days grew hazy after so long until eventually they were gone all together. He had long ago realize that it was easier to forget than it was to lose over and over again. But something about this night had pulled at his lonely heart, and he was happy to see another. With a shake of his navy head he approached the small-statured mare slowly, having taken note of her apprehension. He offered her a smile before offering her is name. "Fireheart." he said. While his singing voice was well-honed, his speaking voice was another matter entirely, and the rust on his vocal chords was evident. "You seem sad." An observation, followed by a distinctly avian tilt of his head.
fireheart
ooc- no judgement from me! i'm back after about 8 years, so definitely rusty myself! >.<