Like parted souls, divided for an age ;;

Havoc sputtered out in a vision of an apocalyptic wonderland of fire and lightening sputtering from the havoc ridden sky. It was in that moment, the sky turned charcoal in the distance and she could not hold herself back. Instantaneously, she appears where a familiar figure and strange male stood, watching the theatrical show just out of plain sight. Apparently just in time too, lightening came down with precise accuracy she had never seen before in a deafening crash right before her friend. ‘Let’s make a nightmare..’ his final words, only adding gasoline to a bright unpredictable fire. Her comrade had fallen off the brink of composure and unravelled like fabric without a sign of stopping. It was as though Serafina was going to pommel the strange stallion into the sands beneath their hooves. Instead fire spread quickly shooting out like ribbons, so that it encased them entirely in a deadlock embrace.

Without word, she slithered closer drawn to the chaos, her head slung predatory low, wings dragging and scraping against the gritty sand. With an abrupt movement, she raises her wings toward the heavens like two cobras ready to strike. The pulsing power of Elyria’s gift shot out from her citrine at the base of her tail. She called upon the sands around them, hovering around them, encasing them in what looks like a slow rotating cyclone of sand, shooting into the tumultuous sky. She screeches her demonic, dragon cry until it faded, broken upon the whistling squall. “Forget temporary nightmares, let’s bring you hell. Shall we?” Of course they were doing just fine without her, but Celexa couldn’t help sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.

Hell, a place she dwelled personally with all the other misfits and unforgiving satanic creatures. “Make a move against me and I bury you.” Her voice echoes carried upon the wind as madly as her acidic laughter which danced through the levitating sand, feeling her hold on the steadfast hold of trillions of particles she possessed in that moment. Were they having as much fun as she was? Part of her wonders how long she could hold the sand and rocks alike. What the consequences would be if she were to simply dropping it, revealing her bestial horse form and them in a sandy grave above ground. Hardly a fitting burial, especially for her comrade Serafina, but the brute did not know this fact. Could she allow her friend die? Was the beast as heartless as she was thought to be?

“Perhaps I shall unbind you if you answer me this..” She pauses, waiting to hear their response and wondering if Serafina had put any trust in their bond. Perhaps they would play her game and maybe they wouldn’t, regardless, she was not about miss out on this little opportunity. Celexa was always pushing buttons and both of them were already quite volatile, she is curious how they will respond to her more than abrasive ingression.

She wonders if she allows the sand to fall, if they pissing contest would continue. “Now that we have established that both of you hold power, why not we put it toward common purpose?” Her voice is like a sardonic lullaby laced with poison and a crispness that was as cold as her serpent blood. Of course, her motives are precarious and devious. But her intention was not to cause harm to the entrapped duo, for now, unless provoked. Perhaps together they could create something even bigger combined. This could be fun.