i dream in phosphorescence » block Posted on February 27, 2025 at 00:24:33 AM by Helios
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Helios’ mood had been black of late. He should have expected Lucifer to break their deal in some capacity. The black had never done what was expected of him, except continue to return. That much at least he had expected; Lucifer would, of course, want to rub the Arabian’s nose in his failed deal. Kade, though— the stallion’s lips thinned into a tight line as a grunt huffed through his nasal cavity—Akkadian had chosen to leave with Lucifer after all. The spotted boy had spoken truthfully that day: Helios had known he was going to leave at some point, but how could he have anticipated that so much would go so wrong?
The taking of Mhidas had brought insult to injury, further souring the copper king. It led to his self-imposed isolation in which the stallion oscillated from raking himself over the proverbial coals to theorizing ways to neutralize the threat that Lucifer posed upon him. If deals were no good, then what ways remained open to a path of peace? Would they really be locked in this endless cycle of challenges and thievery? How much longer could the ladies of the Dunes stand to stay at his side when they, too, were at risk?
Anger and shame had consumed him in the days following the theft of his sons. He hadn’t been able to face Mazikeen or Vŕna in the immediate aftermath, but Helios sought them out now. It was a good thing he had, too, for Asmodeus had come. The chimera’s bold and impudent statements drew him forward all the quicker from the dunes the copper stallion so closely resembled. The flutes of his ears twisted away from the trio, nearly flattened against the crest of his arched neck. The irises he bore were dark as a desert storm cloud as Helios bore down upon them.
Mazikeen’s response pleased him. The sound of her shrewd skepticism and confidence in his intervention sent a thrill of pleasure through his veins, nearly dissipated in the roil of his anger. Creamy strands of the stallion’s mane clung to his neck as he tossed his head. Helios settled himself, tail lashing, in the space between his mares while facing the other stallion. ”I suspect he would do nothing once you were in his clutches,” he states with a cool steadiness that surprises the stallion. His muzzle ghosts over the skin of the spotted mare’s neck and then offers Vŕna a fond kissing touch to her cheek before finally turning his umber gaze back to his former neighbor. "Well.. Nothing other than campaign for a kingship he’s done nothing to earn.”