tyrath

Nothing signalled the change of the seasons like some good ol'fashioned weirdness. He'd heard tales of a fish who talked, and had seen the dead come back to life — a tree who talked and had a face? Well, that wasn't too far out when you considered what could crawl out of the wood work.

He hadn't had much reason to walk the Deep Forest, not since his father had moved to the Throat. Now he had his ma, his pa and his siblings within his grasp and where most would of chafed under having such closeness — he welcomed it. It wasn't hard to get space, he had wings, he could take off at a moments notice.

The need to travel had struck him again, and so here he was. He had no particular plan in mind, no plans. So colour him intrigued when he stumbled upon the gathered equines of all varieties. Quad horned head cocked to the side as he glanced over the gathered, the fire which raged within his body flickered and flared with each pass. Until a few stood out from the crowd, nostrils exhaled a plume of flame as he finally moved forward to join the throng. Vaguely, he heard the red stallion comment about what all the young ones were doing away from their parents and he smirked toward the larger equine. "Sometimes the kids need a break from the parents, no?" He snickered, then his crimson pits turned toward the bloody splattered filly with the unmistakable face of one of his own siblings. Curious, he'd never seen her before, though it wasn't unexpected — who knew just how many there were.

She responded to one of the horned and winged present, and his eyes are instantly drawn toward the colt, unashamed as his eyes scrutinized over his muted hide and horns. He's handsome, and the thought is rolled around his head for a few moments before he moved on, he'd remember the calf. "It could be a monster," He mused in agreement, eyes highlighted by the flames which roared from his nose in a snorted exhaled "or it could be power, made fire and flesh." He didn't see why he should hide his own desire, within that egg could be a Dragon. A dragon that he could call his own, if he can be chosen among all of them gathered. "And you," Crimson pits snapped to the muscular filly near him, "you remind me of Kid." He said nothing more than that, instead, he chose to focus on the egg now and the earthen guardian who kept it within it's grasp.

"You look troubled, tree." He commented lightly, tones laced with curiosity and inquisitiveness.

"Talk."

This is the Hour of Twilight,

and all will burn