Owner: Midnight Tails
Horse's Name: Uisce (ISH-ka)
Height: 14.1hh
Gender: Mare
Rarity: Rare
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Artist | Cloud' [gallery] |
Time spent | 40 minutes |
Drawing sessions | 3 |
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No one is sure what it is about fire that transfixes him so much. Maybe it's that he rarely sees it, but whatever it is, it's a complete obsession.
The light red stallion stood alert in the moonlight, his mane and tail stirring slightly in the breeze was the only sign of movement. His ears perked forward, his eyes focused on the glowing spot on the horizon. The wind shifted and his nostrils quivered as he inhaled deeply; smoke. The smell surrounded him and sent his heart racing. If there was smoke, there had to be fire.
The glanced back at the small herd he had been following. There were a few mares and an older lead stallion; he was pretty sure he could steal the mares or defeat the stallion for leadership...but the pull of the fire was too strong.
He headed for it at a gallop, his muscular legs pulling him over the dunes with ease. The closer he got, the stronger the smoke smelled and the more he knew he had made the right choice. There was something about fire that spoke to his soul.
He slowed as he got closer. There was something else mixed with the smell of fire; humans.
He could see it now, dancing against the blackness of the night sky. Red, yellow, orange and blue all dancing together, leaping higher as they destroyed whatever they touched. So beautiful and powerful yet at the same time destructive and untamable. The humans thought they could control it, but the stallion had stood by one night and watched as it enveloped and destroyed one of their homes and barn. He had been a yearling; it was his first experience with fire and while the other horses in his herd had run and put distance between themselves and the flames, he had stayed. He stayed until he could feel the heat on his coat. He stayed until breathing was difficult and sight was nearly impossible through the smoke.
Every fire took him back to that night and that feeling of awe. This fire was different. It was set in a pit, away from the homes. He pranced nervously, wanting to move closer but being wary at the same time. His eyes left the fire periodically to check his surroundings, that's how he finally noticed the human.
She was a teenage girl, and she sat near the fire, feeding it. She would periodically poke it with a stick, causing it to dance higher and burn brighter. They were still for a long time, simply watching one another and the fire. Finally, as Journey crept closer, she spoke softly.
"I remember you...from the night the stables burnt down. All the other horses ran, but not you. You stood and watched, just like I did. Everyone thought I was scared...but I wasn't."
As she spoke she slowly moved closer to the big stallion. He snorted and reared, striking the air with his forelegs, and she stopped.
"I wasn't scared...and neither were you. You love it the same way I do. I can tell because you come running every time I set one. We're the same, you and me. I've been setting them for you. And you're even more stunning up close."
Journey started to relax, the heat from the fire was causing a thin sheen of sweat on his neck and shoulders, but he didn't move. He wanted to step closer but the girl was in his way. He was staring to realize she meant no harm. Her voice was starting to have the same hypnotizing effect as the fire and he stretched his neck towards them both. The girl smiled and slowly held her hand out towards him.
"I'll wait. And I'll keep lighting them for you. You're just like fire; gorgeous, wild and free. I know I can't tame you, just like I can never really tame fire, but I'm hoping we can be friends."
She slowly backed away, leaving Journey a clear path to the edge of the fire pit. His ears perked forward again. He'd never been this close. He cautiously stepped forward until he was about a foot from the edge. The fire burned taller than his head and completely consumed his field of vision. The heat was close to unbearable but he stayed. He barely felt it when the girl laid her hand on his shoulder as she came to stand next to him. They stood quietly watching the fire, an unlikely friendship starting in an unlikely way, but it made perfect sense to them.
Set your world on fire and seek those who fan your flames
→ Name Details ←
Pronounced SHIN-ukh, Sionnach
is the Old Irish word for fox.
Not only is Sionnach's
coloring very much like that
of a fox, his birthday is St.
Patrick's Day, and my own
family is part Irish.
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