Phaeton
The magnificent fiery bronze chestnut stallion. Briena created him by art.
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Phaeton reared with a bugle, then burst into hot, white, holy flames. His mane blazed, his coat burning, glowing. Darkness was no match, and to touch him as the dark energy touched him now was to encounter true, terrifying pain.
Phaeton reared again, then bolted after the Demon. The stallion moved like wildfire, leaving glowing hoofprints in his wake. He planted himself by Briena's side, ears flat to his head.
Phaeton The fiery chestnut stallion's hooves clipped upon the pavement outside the Tavern door as he made his solitary way toward the door. As he reached it, he lowered his head and butted the door open. Once the door was wide open, he squeezed through.
Phaeton looked around at the room with the usual equine curiosity one would expect to see from a healthy, hot-blooded stallion of his caliber. Ah, but back to business. He was searching. Searching for one thing in particular... His creator, though a nice filly would be good, too.
Phaeton flashed his tail across his flanks and snorted. His Creator was not there. With a low snorting nicker, he maneuvered himself around and squeezed back out through the door. So much for that mission. No Briena, and not a single horse filly in sight. Hmph.
Phaeton poked his large head in through the door and gave a ringing whinny. He could smell his creator strongly! Her Blood. A loud bugle erupted from the stallion's nose. He reared up and pawed the door madly. She was in there! She was hurt! Briena was hurt, he just knew it!
What he didn't know, was that she was just fine now, thanks to the quick help of Quark and Nero. Alive, and elsewhere. The door, meanwhile, was not so good.
Phaeton screamed with his mind. "Briena!? Briena!?" No answer. His deep voice was enraged. "If someone is hurting you, I shall crush their head upon the floor, I swear it!" He whirled and gave the door a last might kick. The door went flying into the room, and hit the other wall, splintering. He whirled again with that eerie battle scream of an enraged stallion, and charged into the Tavern, hooves leaving glowing and smoking hoof prints on the wood floor.
Phaeton rose to his hind hooves as a man came for his head. His wild eyes flashed defiantly, and his chestnut body, almost as red as Briena's hair, flickered with holy fire. White hot. Any Demon nearby would likely feel a growing sense of unease at the stallion's presence. "Where is she!?" He yelled at the man, Nero,(Poor fellow) "Where is Briena?!" His mind was wild with protective rage.
Phaeton 's ears twitched. He started to relax. The fire went to a dull, yet lively glow in his eyes, and his coat stopped flickering. "Oh..." His ears went a little droopy, to the sides as he noted the mess he had made of the Tavern. The great horse was actually embarrassed. "My apologies..."
Phaeton gave that equine huff. "Briena Created me."
Phaeton smiled. "I was not but a drawing upon parchment. She drew me."
Phaeton looked at the man. "She is weak. The moderate spells exhaust her. She made me on a rare moment. A full moon flux of her power. She does not know how powerful she truly is.
Phaeton looked at the man again. "You should drink her blood. Your voice sounds... Oh." His great head ducked. He suddenly understood. Then his fire ears pirked. Briena could help.