i'm down to absolute zero. || smoak

[Smoak]

Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.

Smoak, having returned from the playground unscathed and fatigued, roams the grassland of Tephra with a curiosity that does not quit. His small belly grumbles, yearning for dinner, but the bone-armored boy decides that he can explore for just a little bit longer before he has to go find Mom. With lanky, awkward legs, he forgets his fatigue momentarily and shoots through the long grasses, his lithe body nearly hidden in the long shoots.

Bounding over the occasional stream of glowing, molasses-like plasma, the young boy is mindful not to step too close to the lava. He moves nearer and nearer the volcano, lost in his own game until he recognizes the small copse of trees that he can usually find Dad hiding in, when Dahmer isn't poking at Ellyse's short fuse or venturing to the River. The young boy squeals loudly as he bolts towards the trees and over a small stream, tiny hooves planting heavily in the soft earth to block the path that Dad usually takes to come back out of the trees, as if preparing for a stand-off.

"Oh!" Smoak exclaims, suddenly face to face with a large black stallion who, most definitely, is not Dahmer. "I'm sorry, I thought my Dad might be in here. He usually is," the silver champagne boy offers by way of an explanation, his amber eyes looking up at the scarred stallion who seems to be... sizzling?

"Are, uh... are you okay, mister? You're on fire."

Smoak

lineart colored by sanaa

@[Offspring]