Disbelief.
That was the only word to describe what had just happened. His flesh and blood abandoning him for some trivial pursuit of happiness. What irked him more was that he had no choice. She had no choice. By the laws of the land she was Trekoris' to do with as he pleased and it burned his insides to think of what that meant. This Brotherhood could be a machismo society and who knows what harm could befall onto his sister.
Having starred to where they had departed from until the sun had set, he debates what he should do here. Karat had begged him not to tell their father of her leave but how could he honor that request. A request that could put her in harms way. With a quick pivot of his metallic body, he sets out across the kingdom. Emerald tipped ears buried in matching tendrils of mane. His eyes see where he goes but all he truly seeing is the replayed image of Karat walking away with the golden pegasus. A snort expels harshly from his nares, creating a puff of white vapor. Darkness was quickly consuming the lands and he was no closer in figuring out what he should do.
The clip of iron on rock echoes through the lands. Possibly bringing attention to himself but typically his looks did that. The sun reflected off his form something fierce. Making his identity undeniable to any who may know of him. Having lived here for nearly half a year, he has met few. Occupying his time with training mostly and protecting his sister. After the run in with the dark clown he had sworn no one would harm her again. So he practiced and perfected the art of metal transformation every waking moment. It had been that daunting day that had turned him into the iron clad beast he was now.
For a moment he stops. Standing solid before a stream of lava, he loses himself in its orange glow. Emerald eyes stare intently into the hypnotic flow of molted rock. Commanding his powers to bring up a vein of iron from beneath the earths surface. His mind spins the unruly metal just above the heated earth. Watching it soften and become malleable. With a faster rotation it begin to straighten and in turn become long and thin. Never before has he used the heat of Tephra's volcano to fashion a weapon of iron. Though he doesn't need its help, it fascinates him still. Taking his mind off his worries for at least a while....
Kromium
Blood is Thicker Than Water
@[Warrick]