Rainforest Cliffs
He has turned this place into his home. The Floating Key doesn't have the rock he used to use in the Throat to tell him what time to get up, nor does it have his designated sleeping space, but he's turned it into his own. He has found another tree to sleep beneath, and there's another rock nearby with a different notch that he can tell the time with, and it's going to have to do because he senses that he will never be able to return to Helovia. With his routine restored, the yearling feels slightly better about things, although no amount of order within this chaos will bring back his mother, nor rid him of the black pit inside his chest where she used to be. Vulkán is not good with his emotions, but he knows that he doesn't like this one - grief.
It was all going so well, until he saw those glowing eyes. They placed a seed of white-hot pain into his mind, a burn that he cannot shake or rid himself of. It is borderline unbearable; he finds himself wondering if death would be preferable, if indeed it's even possible to die in this corrupted place. The only relief can be found when he pictures the words that flash on repeat through his mind - share three secrets. Help another with their trial. Help tell a destructive lie. He doesn't understand the words, because why would he wish to do any of those things? He does, however, feel their pull inside his body, and senses deep inside that they are the cure to his affliction. Doing them, though, will be a completely different story, given Vulkán's lack of ability to lie, lack of secrets, and lack of empathy. This rainy, sweaty day finds him blundering through the forest, blinded by the pain inside his head. His eyes are screwed shut, his wings spread out in front of him to guide him through the trees. Frustration is obvious in his posture, however he knows that he must control what emotions he has else his horns and shoulder will spew lava that actually hurts. "Oof!" His chest collides with something - it's warmer and fleshier than a tree, and the yearling recoils with a snort. Reluctantly he peels his eyes open, trying to ignore the burn that rampages through them. The target he's blundered into is a mare, but rather than apologise, the colt simply stares numbly at her. |
Hope it was okay to PP him walking into her, let me know if you want me to change! @Weaver
