It's said she's made of storm cells
and a wild wolf's hungry heart

There was a kind of intimate feeling that overwhelmed the filly as his eyes snapped to her. She continued to smile through it, at least do her best to rage against the fire that fluttered within her stomach when he actually looked at her. And when she heard his rough voice again, he had asked her to show him how. Kiada looked away for a moment, unsure how to show him in this instance. Romina and her had spent a lot of time working with their heightened emotions of anger to change them to where they didn’t appear to feral. Kiada, when angered, showed vicious snakes and wolves along her back that Ru’in had seen once before. Romina, when angered, her antlers illuminated with a bright light against the gentle opalescent hues.

But as she felt his eyes bore into her as a whole, she turned her ink dipped head to look and see what kind of animal was on her back for the moment. The feeling within her had caused a unique animal to appear – one she had never seen along her back before. These foxes were new, and Kiada associated them with the burning sensation in her chest and fluttering in her stomach. She turned to look at Ru’in briefly again, knowing that he was the reason for the strange feeling within her. And if she were to show him how she practiced containing it, perhaps she could start there. “Okay.” A soft breath to him as she let her gaze drift back to the mottled tusked colt in front of her.

She noticed that the closer she was to him, the worse the feeling got in her gut. The worse the feeling got the more practice the filly would get with trying to contain the thoughts. On dainty ebony legs, she stepped closer to him – a similar proximity as before if he would allow her. She turned somewhat to the side so he could see her magic as the foxes flickered brighter and more fiercely as she approached. She closed her eyes then, focusing on pushing the feeling away – and while it stayed reminiscent, she tried to mask over it. She tried to take the innocent feeling from before with her emotions, when she talked about Romina and her family and use this to try and create the deer along her back. It was difficult for her, trying to push the feeling aside. They were emotions after all. Hard to mask and fake.

Kiada focused further though, working harder in the moments it took to get the feelings to shift. By this time a thin amount of sweat began to bead along her buckskin pelt, dampening along her withers and the stripe that ran down her spine interrupted by the plumes of flames. Eventually, finally, she got the feeling to subside. The flames flickering to regain the deer that had been there previously. It formed them in a regal view, antlers held high to the sky. Yet, when Kiada opened her eyes to see if it had worked, she exhaled a sharp breath she had been holding in. Her sides heaved slightly trying to catch up the missed air that slipped from her lungs before her control didn’t last much longer on the deer.

And just like that, the burning sensation returned – the deer had been swallowed by the foxes once again.

"Talk."

that she's learnt the lightning's secret—

to ripping darkened skies apart.

Kiada