Ni'Srilan: The Desert: The the explosions were not from you

Through ones fire
She, whom meaning of a word unspoken
Shall shatter your way of thoughts
Her heart and soul
Burning and prisoner
For that one kindred stag.

Hybrid however is the one to notice the ebonite and neon colored stallion. His eyes grow paralyzed and he halts. His mother looked closely at her son until crossing her eyes looking at the same perplexed stallion as well. Even if he is the opposite she can clearly tell, Baraqel is to be his father. Her eyes grew gentle but also aware of him. She knows nothing of him but even so she wants to know what he truly is thinking but she does not speak it out loud. She has seen Cyan maybe once? But that was a long time ago, when Marshall was still her master. Well, perhaps not master, he is still her father. Making a mental note to go visit Desreal in hope to meet him again the mare heard the deep tone of Cyan and replied with her voice that held no remorse of sharpness, not yet at least. ”Yes, I’m looking for a stallion, ebonite with neon-green, seen him? Oh, but aren’t you Cyan? You’ve grown big.” She releases a silent smile; it is neither playful nor teasing, just stretching out the time for the lack of curiosity. Is she bored? Not at all, she just likes to make the time go around while finding out another’s nature. With this she looks at the stallion, her mind has gone shut and she awaits for her curious ability to open it again, if not open she does not read others mind. It is your turn to move Cyan, be careful, this is a new mine field you’ve entered.

Through ones fire
She, whom meaning of a word unspoken
Shall shatter your way of thoughts
Her heart and soul
Burning and prisoner
For that one kindred stag.

FIRE II
KAJIKOMORIUTA
A P P R E N T I C E
AMBASSADOR
STRANDWOLF & HYBRID THEORY