08-25-2021, 04:23 PM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
There is nothing he dislikes more than other children.
Bonebone seems to prove that fact rather quickly when he calls him stupid as if it was a fact of nature. The jaguar colt merely smiles as if he wasn’t a sensitive creature. And then throws his fire magic at the other and tries to make his black mane erupt into flames as he had done to the filly in the den. Aela would approve, he thinks, because he is defending himself and surely that can’t be bad. She had told him he had a right to protect himself from those that hurt him.
When he’s sure the strange colt has learned a lesson and the smell of singed hair stings his nostrils, the flames wink out with a blink of his feral eyes and he smiles. Pleased that he had controlled it this time and a fairy hadn’t needed to intervene. “You’re no death fairy.” He finally says (for this colt is far more confident than he had expected) with a slight scowl, glancing at the other for any sort of wings or long pointed ears he might have missed in the dark. “I live with a Fae. He’s a Prince. You don’t look anything like him. Death fairies aren’t even real.” He scoffs, making a mental note to ask Obscene or Aela if death fairies were actually real the next time he saw him. Or one of the souls that he called from the afterlife, surely they would know.
Despite his distaste of the non-magical boy he is intrigued by the way the colt holds himself, the fluidity of his movement, and most of all why he was here so late at night like he was. As the other comes closer, squinting against his glow, Fyr gives an uneasy smile. Despite being pleased that he might know more than this boy, Draco (which sounds like a dragon in his head), the confidence doesn’t come as easily as it does to the other. “I’m not a fairy. I’m….Well…” He pauses, tilting his head and considering the other. Finally he lands on the one word he knows very well. “I’m terrible.” He says solemnly. “But you can call me Fyr.” He says it in both pronunciations out of habit, not caring which one “Draco” will eventually land on.
“Why are you here so late?” He finally asks, curiosity outweighing his initial displeasure as he manipulates flames from mid-air and let’s them circle around himself and the other colt, just in case the other boy planned on leaving without answering his question.
fyr
@Bonebone
Look at these two creeps