I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
He is slow to arrive. But then, the concept of time is as foreign to him as the absence of pain. He hears her call. Of course he does, but obedience is not something that has been indoctrinated into him as it had been with his other siblings. He is used to coming and going as he pleases, doing as he wishes, when he wishes.
But he does answer, finally. Curiosity, if nothing else, compelling him to approach. It had been some time since their initial meeting, when she had sought out her fellow siblings so that she might gather them all together. Like little trinkets, she had collected them all, bringing them home to be admired. And whatever else you might accuse Raelynx of, intelligence is not one of them. So he had come, to be admired like the rest of her trinkets.
He has changed from that unkempt, uninspiring child she had first met. Whether that change is for the better or for the worse is yet to be determined. A matter of opinion, if you will. He had become the plaything of a god, His to torment and maim as He would. And oh had He. Had it not been so, he might have one day grown into a handsome creature. Now, it would never be so. The hair has been burned from his body, the flames consuming not just his graying coat but parts of his skin and muscle as well. His body is now heavily scarred, a mottled mixture of black and gray, accented by his burned, rounded ears and the brand on his forehead - a simple, foreign mark that stands out starkly against his charred skin.
As he approaches, he does not wear his flame; the flame that had been gifted to him so that he might forever remember his torment. Rather than a skin of fire, today he wears a skin of char. A small, horrifying smile curves his cracked lips as he wonders how his golden, beautiful sister will react to the unsightly monster he has become.
He slips alongside her, opposite of Kirin. He is tall, allowing his dull gray eyes to easily find the lavender stallion over their sister’s back. The smile deepens then, teeth glinting whitely behind those blackened lips. He does not say word as he slinks forward, halting only when he stands directly beside Nicia at an uncomfortably close distance. As his insipid gaze turns from Kirin’s to find Nicia’s, he says nothing, allowing the smirk twisting his lips to saying everything that he needs to.
Raelynx
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