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Wet Fire Bug - Galahad - 07-18-2017 It was becoming normal. Well, as normal as such a strange life can be. A life with cautious excitement, lost friends, and don’t forget the flaming feathers upon his back. So it was bound to happen that when things had become so normal, they would get un-normal. He didn’t mean to, he’d been ever so cautious, but it was only a matter of time. Of course it was also raining again. Da had said it must never stop. Still, the colt was tired of being pinned up. He’d walked the forest alone before, granted, not when he was supposed to, and come back to tell the tale. Surely they could let him go out now? In daylight? It had won him that golden ticket of permission. Besides he was getting older. He came midway up Ma’s shoulder now, and his horns had grown long enough to comfortably sit their ivory and gold cuffs. So he was feeling quite a little bit of pride as he wandered the woods to seek someone or something new. Problem was, something found him. In a darker section, where the leaves and vines kept out most of the rain…something stirred. The lofty youthful trot haltly slows as his seas look more carefully around him. A shiver in the bushes to his right startles him, causing him to jump sideways. Yet he doesn’t run. Still he feels even more the ever watching eyes above, and his head lowers slightly. “Hello?” Nothing answered but the usual hum of the rain and insects. His harks begin to fall back, and he steps back. Quick! Something grabs his hind! The colt squeals, kicking out with the other and retching himself from its grasp. He tears through the forest, leaping over limb and dodging bushes. That’s how it happened. He hadn’t meant to, but it’s hard to be careful when you think you’re running for your life. Sounds behind him push him on and he races harder till there’s nothing but a bush before and thoughtlessly, he leaps through it. Legs scramble to kick through, that’s when he feels the heat. Hot and pressing on his back. No! He kicks harder through the shrub till he is finally spit out on the other side, rolling himself on the root. “Ah!” He hisses as his own flames catch him as well, singing his coat on his shoulder. But the bush…The foal drags himself up, spinning to look behind. It glows like a touch, slow but growing the white flames begin to consume the bush. Whatever was following him wouldn’t make it through there. But the comfort is short lived. The colt glances up, but the one time it was needed, the rain barely falls, stopped by the canopy. With a limp from his burned shoulder, the pale colt backs up, his eyes wide with realization…he can’t fix this. His heart starts to race in his chest. He knew he wasn’t supposed to really cuss…but setting the whole forest on fire seemed a good enough reason… “Fuck.” @Requiem RE: Wet Fire Bug - Requiem - 07-18-2017 RE: Wet Fire Bug - Gabriel - 07-19-2017
RE: Wet Fire Bug - Galahad - 07-20-2017 Sea eyes glance around for…anything worth any help. There was nothing around him but more fuel for the flames. A voice breaking the roar of silent panic the pale colt jumps in his skin. What he finds though, is a filly…and colt. The girl is a pretty multi-hued thing of black white and gold ( a combination he had been seeing a lot of lately). The colt is…mud covered? Ah, there wasn’t time. The pale gold colt starts, “I-“ but then he stops. There wasn’t time for conversation. Instinct grips his legs, much like it did the other colt, to backaway, to flee. But the girl doesn’t… “Hey!” His timid voice becomes strong as he watches the girl walk towards the flame. She was just standing there, looking at it. Harks still flat on his head the colt looks to the other, but he’s no help. “HEY, you’ll burn!” He calls again, this time willing his locked legs to step up to her side, limping with the burn but not thinking of it now, ready to pull her back, to waken her. Then he catches her murmur, but not her words. He stops calling just enough to hear the hiss of the rain. In wonder his eyes watch the small rain storm, his fear washing away with its waters. The white flames thrash in torment, but quickly relent and return the plant to its moist state. The gold colt watches in silence as the twin of the other, noting his odd movements, slips into the rain revealing a coat not too unlike hers. Humility and guilt keep him speechless, even as the girl sighs in completion of her task. Instead Galahad merely watches next to her, forgetting he’d stepped so close. The other colt comes from his shower, and the pale colt smiles to him, it was small and meek but there. Then he asks a question, and the colt feel slight uncomfortableness settle on him. The other colt didn’t mean harm I the question, and Galahad’s own head, having been at its height, lowers. But he stumbles. “My-“ His wings? Wings. Wings were on the other, he had just feathers. But they had done that…”I was-“ It sounded so foolish now. I was running from a- and he didn’t even know! Harks lower slightly on his head, but not in anger. “Thank you for your help…” Was all he finally mumbled. He meant it, the sincerity clear enough but his embarrassment kept him back. Then he sees the colt do something rather strange. He pulls a wing from his side, and keeps his distance from the other. The sea eyes of the babe, narrow, but he doesn’t have time to question it. Sure glad I’m not on fire. It sacks him in the gut so hard he feels his eyes grow wet. It shouldn’t (it wasn’t supposed to maybe) but it did. The colt backs away from the damaged plants, choking too much on his own heart which swelled and cracked. He didn’t ask for this! He didn’t ask for this magic or the flames! He cursed it. He hated it! Ma wouldn’tlet him sleep next to her. Casca wouldn’t play with him like he used to. Da kept his distance. And this! This wasn’t even his other half. The half that was entirely made of fire. The side which he was cursed with at birth. The side they couldn’t even see…and he was glad for it. If this fire was enough to scare them, what would a phoenix do? It all compressed on him, pushing into him so he could say nothing immediately back. Only his head hung and sea eyes could not meet theirs. Not in embarrassment now but in shame. It comes as a whisper, perhaps they’d hear perhaps not. He wasn’t with them anyway, not in his mind as it wrapped around the wound struck. “I wish I wa…”before it mumbled off. Then the sea eyes blink back the emotion, and he states more clearly for them. “I’m sorry.” His solemn face looking back up to them. OOC:: @Requiem @Gabriel |