09-03-2020, 09:17 PM
Wrath occupied his mind from the moment he woke. Wrath, and the scent of smoke hanging in the air. For a moment, the pale stallion lifted his head to the wind, eyes slit uncertainly, draconic sight bleaching the landscape down to its warmth and cold. Oh, and there was far more warmth than there should have been.
The horizon bled in shades of crimson and gold. Tongues of flame licked the sky, and Santana watched the home of his friend, of her family, burn.
Heavy wings flung out by his sides, as the scaled stallion threw himself at the sky. Fire burned within his own breast, the embers of anger threatening to shred the equine skin, to exchange it for other, more lethal garb. Control was a hard won thing though, and he held onto it with an iron grip while the landscape melted beneath him.
All was burning brightly, filling his sight with brilliant ribbons of light. Ribbons that twisted and threaded before him, weaving a pathway that drew him onward. Hot white gave way to paler warmth, figures that shifted and melded with the heat until his eyes gave up their strange effect, leaving blackened carnage and torn earth in all its miserable glory.
It would break Eyas heart.
A cluster of oddities gathered in the heart of things, horses in odd shapes and sizes that gathered with palpable tensions in their lines. Oh but he could smell the smoke in his lungs, the fire in his brain. And he could see the tinder in another's throat. A roar of feral predation ripped through his maw, talons erupting from his forelegs as he fell from the sky.
Spiraled to the smoldering earth.
Fell upon the horn-faced dragon who burned the land.
The horizon bled in shades of crimson and gold. Tongues of flame licked the sky, and Santana watched the home of his friend, of her family, burn.
Heavy wings flung out by his sides, as the scaled stallion threw himself at the sky. Fire burned within his own breast, the embers of anger threatening to shred the equine skin, to exchange it for other, more lethal garb. Control was a hard won thing though, and he held onto it with an iron grip while the landscape melted beneath him.
All was burning brightly, filling his sight with brilliant ribbons of light. Ribbons that twisted and threaded before him, weaving a pathway that drew him onward. Hot white gave way to paler warmth, figures that shifted and melded with the heat until his eyes gave up their strange effect, leaving blackened carnage and torn earth in all its miserable glory.
It would break Eyas heart.
A cluster of oddities gathered in the heart of things, horses in odd shapes and sizes that gathered with palpable tensions in their lines. Oh but he could smell the smoke in his lungs, the fire in his brain. And he could see the tinder in another's throat. A roar of feral predation ripped through his maw, talons erupting from his forelegs as he fell from the sky.
Spiraled to the smoldering earth.
Fell upon the horn-faced dragon who burned the land.