Desreal: we should kill things together; ALCATRAZ

They are similar, or parallel.

Both Golds. Nightmare and Savage. Both masters of the Lightning element in their own right. Both more or less menaces to society.

Kurai knows who Alcatraz is. He’s heard of him. Who hasn’t?” he fought him once, but Kurai doesn’t usually lend much thought to Blitzkrieg encounters – he fought there because he knew that, once he triumphed over the Elementals’ mundane tests, he would be reunited with his true form and shed the cocoon of silken fur and warm blood that bound him upon his arrival here.

He senses Alcatraz’ Lightning before he sees the other stallion. His own is not so obvious; it shudders beneath his scales, lends a certain dynamic tension to the atmosphere around him.

Everything about Kurai is subtle and psychological in its madness – except for the scales, wings, and fangs. Those are pretty conspicuous.

“Well, scales are rather becoming.” he says with a shadow of a smile, and a swath of oil-black raven mane falls down across a narrow, penetrating star-shine eye. He watches Alcatraz curiously, inclines his head to one side in an odd, inquisitive motion, shifting his wings against his metallic sides. “What brings the Jaeger’s Commander to abandon his post? Surely a certain arrogant, pseudo-heroic new featherhead recruit hasn’t driven you into insanity already?” there is a certain venom in his voice beyond the near-jesting of his words. Said arrogant, pseudo-heroic featherhead should still be dead.