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Kianzo
While you burn at the stake, I dance with the flames.
The old, grizzled is careful with his long and slender companion. The princeling can see it in the judicious movements of his head, taking pains not to jostle the think or thrown to from his two-horned brow. Annoyance prickles in him as the elder man ignores Kiada’s question entirely. He may be irked with his sister, but only he may ignore her presence. She deserved the attention and respect of others. Briefly, ash puffed in the air before him as he thought (again) to throw his magic in the man’s face, freezing the stallion helpless so that he might see the striped hyena cub devour the newly hatched snake.
And the decrepit’s next words only furthered the colt’s desire to do exactly that. But there was something—perhaps it Kia sidling closer to him with a gentle pout on her lovely face; or perhaps it was the man’s sudden alluding to their mother. Regardless of what it was, there was something that let the darkling prince allow his ashen magic to fall harmlessly to the earth.
Keusi whined angrily behind him, still hungering for the slithering body. But Kianzo ignored her. He was less able to ignore the leaning warmth of Kiada, however, as she edged closer and closer. And, once her shoulder hit his, his body molded around her; instantly, with only a touch, his ire was forgotten as two halves fit back together to make a whole.
“Of course,” was his brazen answer to his the man’s comment, eyes beginning to glow with malicious laughter, “Did you want our mother to be with you? A useless, old nag?” He snorts, eyes darting to the snake with a venomous snort of amusement, “You’re well-matched to your companion: both useless.” In response to the old stallion’s scoffing at their dam (whom only he, her son, was allowed to scoff at) the colt’s own mean streak began to show.
And the decrepit’s next words only furthered the colt’s desire to do exactly that. But there was something—perhaps it Kia sidling closer to him with a gentle pout on her lovely face; or perhaps it was the man’s sudden alluding to their mother. Regardless of what it was, there was something that let the darkling prince allow his ashen magic to fall harmlessly to the earth.
Keusi whined angrily behind him, still hungering for the slithering body. But Kianzo ignored her. He was less able to ignore the leaning warmth of Kiada, however, as she edged closer and closer. And, once her shoulder hit his, his body molded around her; instantly, with only a touch, his ire was forgotten as two halves fit back together to make a whole.
“Of course,” was his brazen answer to his the man’s comment, eyes beginning to glow with malicious laughter, “Did you want our mother to be with you? A useless, old nag?” He snorts, eyes darting to the snake with a venomous snort of amusement, “You’re well-matched to your companion: both useless.” In response to the old stallion’s scoffing at their dam (whom only he, her son, was allowed to scoff at) the colt’s own mean streak began to show.
@Albrecht this is a little all over the place, but I wanted to get it up!
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