keep your dreams in check
Rouhi had spent the last few years hibernating away in the depths of the forest, sleeping away in a collection of undergrowth and trees, having left Hyaline and abandoned his duties without a single word to his leader, he felt as if he was almost ashamed of himself for leaving so abruptly and without word to anyone, which meant he had felt the need to hide away and only return when he felt ready.
Now the stallion feels that the time is right for him to return, to travel to Tephra where he lived for a while before all hell broke loose in his life.
Though since the stallion had been hibernating for the past few years, his body is once again coated in scars and wounds that had been inflicted when he was only a foal, when he had been born into a family just outside of Beqanna that hated all magic, he had endured torture and had his wings ripped away from him almost every day. Though Rouhi never squandered, he believed he was born with magic for a reason, escaping the herd that he was bound to, removing himself from the life that his parents had chosen for him and allowing himself to fly free, finally removing the chains that held him down for so long.
The stallion's hooves begin to burn, signalling that it was time to be reborn, to remove his many scars and burns and create a new and cleansed body he could call his own once more.
Rouhi halts close to the border, his legs now a bright orange as they go up in flames, despite the fire, Rouhi's expression remains stagnant, unafraid of being reborn like he was the first time it had happened, surprised when his body suddenly went up in flames.
Now his body begins to burn, small snowflake-like particles breaking away from his body as it begins to crumble, setting alight the undergrowth and burning away the foliage around him.
It only takes another minute or so for the stallion's body to burn and crumble, falling onto the scorched earth as a pile of collected ash, remaining still as the breeze around it softens.
After a few seconds, the pile of ashes begins to spout fire again and Rouhi's body begins to reform, appearing as molten rock as the fire melds his body together and cleanses him of his scars.
It does not take long before his body is fully reborn, his scars gone and skin clear. Rouhi shivers slightly as the temperature drops, the fire leaving his body as his wings take form, though the earth around him still burns. Rouhi quickly moves and beats his wings, putting out the fire swiftly as he moves in a circle, observing as the flora around him wilts and dies "My apologies" he whispers, lowering his nose to the ground, a small blue aura appearing as he attempts to revive the flora around him. Rouhi watches the different species of flowers rise at his command, a smile appearing on his pink-tipped muzzle as he walks back toward the Tephran border.
Rouhi calls out as he halts, his many years of diplomatic training telling him instinctively to stop at the border and wait for someone to appear, and so, the winged stallion waits.
Rouhi