Solanis
Kyros
I am not the sun...
He had been sleeping dreaming of being with his lost family. Parelia was teaching him how to use his magic wisely, while his aunt and father looked on. Suddenly everyone but his golden and teal father dissipated, taking the light with them. Ilios's deep warm voice floated through the darkness. Chills shuddered through his body as he stared hungrily at the fading image of his father. "Remember Sansa, the heart and roan mare." Black eyes flew open his breaths coming in shaking gulps. He could remember now, they had visited the mare, making sure she would not abandoned his child like his own mother had done. His heart soared hopefully, but how would he ever find her?
The scent of blood caused the young colt to jump and spin around. Instinctual fear flooded over him and he swallowed hard forcing it away. He was not the sun, as his father had been, but the moon. He would chase away the darkness from others lives and defend them. Half rearing he rushed towards the iron scent. His ears pinned moments before he burst out of the neon foliage and gazed at the scene before him.
A beautiful spotted bay roan mare stood with a newborn. His eyes widened as he noticed the hearts upon her pretty face. He heard her speak a name, Tybalt. A deep true smile lit up his face and ebony gaze. "Miss Sansa..." He lowered his head respectfully and ruffled his ashen wings. Carefully he stepped forward his eyes gazing over his tiny brother. He looked so much like their father, except he held no ivy markings. Two tiny nubs for horns poked from his face, while wings were gathered at his sides. He stopped a foot or so away fighting the tears that threatened to spill.
"Welcome to the world Tybalt, I'm your brother, Kyros." He lowered his muzzle inhaling deeply memorizing the colt's scent. he was kin, and there for his world. The tiny colt would never half to be alone like he had been. He had a mother, a brother and sister somewhere, and a faithful brother. He was still very young himself, but he knew in that moment he would lay his life down to protect this tiny boy. "You will always have me." His voice was an emotional whisper more for himself, but loud enough for mother and foal to hear if they listened. He offered his muzzle hoping the boy would accept his affection.
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