07-22-2016, 02:51 PM
He's seen the others, what their powers are. It's not that he's in awe of them - quite the contrary. He pities them. He pities the way they walk with such a big target on their heads, just waiting to get taken out. It's a giant "Look at me, I have power!" that Pyro would never, could never, want. Who would stop them from coming for him? Or worse - his power? There had to be those that could take away the power, just as there were those who could grant it.
Pyro would rather slip through the shadows, undetected.
The shadows vibrate now, and he's aware of those around him. A strange filly to the side, eyeing him up, watching him closely. She approaches, and then - without any warning - she shifts. She is at once there and not there - a form that is etherreal and uncontained. She floats, she whispers, her tendrils brush over his skin and send goosebumps down his spine.
Who is this? WHAT is this?
He's too intruiged to be afraid, after all, something so shocking cannot be processed quickly enough to jump to fear. He watches her with wide, curious eyes.
"Quite the party trick," he says breathily, looking her over. Against his better judgement he extends his muzzle to see if he'll touch her or simply float through her.
Pyro would rather slip through the shadows, undetected.
The shadows vibrate now, and he's aware of those around him. A strange filly to the side, eyeing him up, watching him closely. She approaches, and then - without any warning - she shifts. She is at once there and not there - a form that is etherreal and uncontained. She floats, she whispers, her tendrils brush over his skin and send goosebumps down his spine.
Who is this? WHAT is this?
He's too intruiged to be afraid, after all, something so shocking cannot be processed quickly enough to jump to fear. He watches her with wide, curious eyes.
"Quite the party trick," he says breathily, looking her over. Against his better judgement he extends his muzzle to see if he'll touch her or simply float through her.
PYROCLAST