Blazing Storms
They had found a new home, recently, and as was natural had taken a little time towards these new lands, firmly establishing the pecking order, so to speak. There had been a mare in charge, the strongest or at least the boldest of the group, with an indigo stallion close behind her, nearly her equal. A blue sea mare had followed their lead, and coming up behind them all was a small foal that was... Disturbingly brave. Flint and the lizard-looking serian that was finally drawing next to him had needed to secure their place in this family; Now, Flint lead them, second only to the strange shifter that looked after all of them, and the bold golden mare followed his lead. There had been a close tie between the indigo stallion and the scaled green one, but in the end the green elemental had won the next position with the indigo following him. The blue water mare was last, still, though they all suspected that the bold colt would grow to be an even greater influence in their family than the older, scaled elemental.
Now that their places were secured, however, they found an urge to walk upon long untrodden lands, the lands they held in their birth-right. Flint was eager to explore; Hybrid, the scaled stallion that was diligently distracting himself with the charged post-storm air, was more interested in what was already around them.
"Hurry up, or get left behind."
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Do you remember anything about this place?"
"No, nothing."
They had chosen to forget; it was easier than carrying the burdens of their past.
Hybrid snorted at the strong-willed stallion that walked ahead of him, pausing long enough to consider his bond-mate. There had been question over rather he would accept this new bonded; she would have to be seen as strong enough to lead him before she could be accepted. He would allow no other to care for him. Hybrid didn't quite understand this, or why the stallion had such hot blood. But he did know one thing; he wouldn't have any other beside him for protection. His elemental talent was great, but his body... His body was simply fragile. Flint was no warrior, yet he was still sound of body and strong of mind.
Maybe this is why he demanded a proper leader for a bonded. He wanted someone that he knew would do their job well, as he took his role in the family seriously.
Either way, the humidity was increasing as they neared the trees, and with it the charge in the air. This was going to be a fun trip.

