Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
She glows rather than laugh, and Gale draws back. At her glare he turns his head and gives her a scowl of his own, and he is stiff beneath her touch.
He considers ripping the boy in half just to show her he’s not to be commanded.
Yet Bolder remains whole, and Gale does nothing more than watch her ask the colt if he has been practicing his shifting. The Curse is dubious - its existence has made that bloodline wary of skinwalking - so when the colt’s color adjusts rapidly Gale’s frown turns to an expression just shy of interest.
“You should be more advanced.” He tells the boy, thinking of the fight his daughter had put up as he’d ripped out her throat. “Your eye for patterns is impressive, but you’ve clearly been held back.” His tone is cool and almost dismissive, yet his crackling blue eyes do not ever leave Bolder’s.
“What do you think, Maze? Do you think he’s worth training?” Or is he too weak, stunted by lack of ability or training? Gale probes him curiously. Roughly, too, and the lightning that stretches toward Bolder from Gale is sharper than usual, crackling with static electricity as he searches for whatever magic lives within his nephew's heart.
@Mazikeen
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current appearance: glowing perlino stallion with feathered quetzalcoatl forelimbs, lightning, and iridescent navy blue scarring
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