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something takes a part of me; any - Ironfire - 12-01-2018 Sharp, searing pain stabbed through his eye to the back of his head, and Ironfire let out a roaring scream as white flame wrapped around him, a pyre burning hot and high, reaching into the night sky like a beacon shouting his agony to the heavens. He couldn’t see, though whether it was the pain in his head or the fire he couldn’t tell - all he could see was the white hot blinding flash as it seated through him in knife-sharp bursts. The light swallowed him down, dragging him under into gleaming oblivion. And when he woke, it was to a dull, echoing silence in his head, cavernous halls of white sounding with nothing but a single name: Ironfire. All he knew was it was his, though where it had come from was anyone’s guess. A mother? Perhaps, though the word brought no face to mind, no scent to curl up or tuck himself into, no name to tell strangers who he belonged to. Whose blood ran in his veins. Perhaps his blood didn't matter, though the thought itself felt like heresy in some horrified little corner of his mind. Some visceral piece of him that knew more than just the white light fading from his vision, bleeding out from the inside until he could see again. And what he could see was utterly unfamiliar, striking in the way no part of him recognized it. A strange wasteland carved from red and yellow sandstone, sparse vegetation sporadically dotting the land with bits of color, a river winding through the center of the canyon, cutting slowly but irrevocably deeper into the earth as it flowed. “Where the fuck am I?” he asked no one in particular, dragging his...apparently purple ass off the ground and getting to his feet to look around. He started to wander, following the river upstream more out of the general stubborn feeling that going against the current was more fitting somehow than out of any inherent sense of direction. Maybe it was the lingering effects of that vicious headache that put a little extra stomp to his walk and a scowl on his face. Or maybe it was just his shining, effervescent personality. He couldn’t quite tell yet. One way to find out. He’d just have a little stroll ‘til he found someone and then ask where the everliving hell he’d wound up. Handy if they happened to recognize him and know more, but he wasn’t naive enough to bother hoping. RE: something takes a part of me; any - shroud - 12-03-2018 Blood has caked and crusted around her nostrils. She is wracked by cough and fatigue, and fever is hot on her heels. This is punishment in the form of plague - punishment for her part in unleashing this pestilence upon the earth. Had she not heeded that strange call to come, to maim, to kill… but she had, and she had shifted her fluffy fledgling wings into thorny weapons that slashed and stung.
She knew that hers’ had not been the killing blow; just one in a myriad clash of hooves and teeth, magic and horn. Against him, the chestnut that had fallen beneath their frenzied onslaught. Now this, the excessive sweating and the labored breathing. The chills that possess her as she longs for the warmth of her master’s muscled side. Yet he is not there… Pangea is, the place that she had been commanded to - find him, kill him.
It echoes inside her, that sick slithery voice that she had instinctively obeyed. She knew master would be proud, beneath his anger at her disobedience and disappearance because she had defied him and master is not to be defied. Especially not by a little girl with eyes as brown as mud that has intrinsically mastered that look of obedience and innocence. Master might punish her, delicious little nips that made Shroud’s heart spark a little more inside her.
Or he might not. The plague might be punishment enough as it fells her step by agonizing step through this beautiful wasteland. She raised her head just enough to glimpse a bit of purple that caught her limited attention. Shroud stopped, grateful for the distraction and focused on him. She found his color and look fascinating despite the apparent grumpiness he used as a shield against them all.
@[Ironfire] <3
RE: something takes a part of me; any - Yidhra - 12-05-2018 Yidhra @[shroud] & @[Ironfire] RE: something takes a part of me; any - Random Event - 12-17-2018 @[Ironfire] has been infected by the plague for visiting Pangea. He will show symptoms (rolled a 2). He will not express a trait (rolled a 4). |