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you're the means and the end - asphyxea - 09-11-2020 asphyxea i've been around this world and now everything's a bore With a crescendo of whips and snaps, Asphyxea crashes through loosely grouped trees to the pebble-strewn shore of a quiet cove. She comes to a sliding halt in the water, liquid splashing upward to spatter her teal and gold fur. Moonlight from an oval opening opposite her illuminates her panting, alive face as the furious snarling of hungry wolves sings behind her. She cranes her neck around to peer at the direction the wolves are following her from, face now shadowed as her aquamarine mane glitters beneath the moon.i don't know that much, but i know about keeping score Around her is pockmarked rock, save for the opening steeped by levels of rock and gently falling water. She could run for it, escape into the light and toward the ocean; but what fun would that be? Instead of fleeing those that wish to make her prey, Phyx turns back around to study the clinging vines trailing up the damp rock walls, then back to the trees and the sparkling pebbles. The chorus of wolves grows louder. Phyx digs her talons into the sucking mud, cursing her parents for not passing on their wings. She'd light the creatures on fire from above once she was finished with them, but it appears as though her only option is potentially losing their chase through the stacked waterfall. The princess snorts to herself, nodding her head up and down energetically before turning to splash into deeper water. She is just in time, too - for the wolves now crowd the bank and splash desperately into the once-calm cove. Boisterous, haugty laughter peals from Phyx's throat as she launches onto the first waterlogged ledge, talons digging into the silt and rock for a better hold. From here, she sees how the opening stretches into a wide river and even wider ocean. She gallops now, out of the water and into rough sand that kicks up as she goes. The wolves nip hungrily at her heels, frantically attempting to surround her but not quite fast enough to form a circle. Phyx cackles now, barreling toward the gentle washing of the winter ocean. Smoke rolls from between her open lips, twisting and spiraling around her sharp teeth and gold lips. When she reaches the sea that the predators won't dare venture into, she'll blast them with fire and fury. As long as they don't catch her first. and if there's one thing i know for sure, it'd be a long cold day in hell when i take you back i think she's a psychopath but we'll see RE: you're the means and the end - Popinjay - 09-25-2020 Lightning laughs, choosing her tree @[asphyxea] RE: you're the means and the end - asphyxea - 09-27-2020 asphyxea i've been around this world and now everything's a bore When the lightning strikes, Asphyxea launches backward against the push of the water. Her heart races with a force she doesn't understand: fear, excitement, and anger all mingling to create a tsunami of blood in her chest and a ringing tornado in her ears. The ocean tugs and beckons around her, calling her into the tide, a force almost distracting enough to pull her gaze from the singed earth where the lightning struck.i don't know that much, but i know about keeping score But Phyx is transfixed, amazed, enraptured. Was she simply lucky or was this the kindness of a watching magician? It doesn't strike her that the one manipulating the skies is a Nerinian, and a mischievous one at that. "Oops?" the little dragon calls back, teal eyes hopping from shadow to shadow to find the voice she barely caught above the waves. "Don't tell me that was an accident," she adds with an eager, if taunting, smile. The water splashes around her legs as she rushes toward the sand, finally catching Popinjay in an intense stare. "What're you hiding behind that smile?" Phyx asks as she presses closers, settling a few feet away from Poppy. Her talons dig restlessly into the malleable sand. "More lightning?" she murmurs, deciding she likes the woman's grin and her presumed snark. Her eyes float from Poppy's face to her wings then to her legs, finally meandering confidently back to the mare's eyes. She's not particularly intimidating, but Phyx hopes she's surprised. and if there's one thing i know for sure, it'd be a long cold day in hell when i take you back @[Popinjay] RE: you're the means and the end - Popinjay - 10-24-2020 She was not quite what you would call refined @[asphyxea] I'M SO SORRY. I've been waiting for the chance to call a dragon lizard breath for a real life year lmfao RE: you're the means and the end - asphyxea - 11-08-2020 asphyxea i've been around this world and now everything's a bore In another world, one of two-dimensional characters and emotions expressed with the push of a button, Asphyxea would stop dead in her tracks. She'd stare mouth agape, tongue-lolling, two pulsing hearts where her eyes should be. Who was this creature that spoke to her as if fire didn't expel from her mouth at will? Typically, Phyx is an irate being with little patience but when her madness is matched by another's - why, she is daunted, aghast, perhaps in the throws of infatuation.i don't know that much, but i know about keeping score "Lizard-breath?" Phyx parrots with a confused cock of her head. She watches Poppy with pale, reptilian eyes, wondering if this stranger is truly intimate enough with dragons to call their breath exactly as it is. She is bemused, not quite agitated; but the fog is quickly cleared by the clarity she needs to fully observe the lightning crackling along Poppy's skin. The white light is hypnotic, powerful, enchanting in a way Phyx has never quite experience. Growing up with dragons and monsters in Beqanna's favorite wasteland, isn't often that the dragonness is impressed by another power. But this? Lightning that strikes at will? A daring voice? Asphyxea is amazed. She wants to run her lips over the electricity even if it leaves her reelings. Phyx holds as still as statue when the mare reaches up to touch her antlers; and she allows her to, even dipping them a bit to offer more range. She can only imagine what the sparkling jade must look like against Poppy's lips, but what she sees is beautiful and perhaps, dangerous. Even when electricity balls with a hiss above her head, Asphyxea doesn't shy. She shivers with anticipation, wondering if the stranger will attempt to strike her and if so - will she allow it? She wonders what it would be like to take a hit without swinging back but - The magic fizzles away and with a striking sense of disappointment, Phyx releases a breath she didn't know she was holding. "No," she answers bluntly, fighting off the grimy, green teeth of envy. "But if you were to let me burn you, I could heal you with it, too," is a quick, sniping addition she follows with a playful blow of flames. She lifts her head back and arches her neck, glimmering antlers glowing silver beneath the moonlight. "I'm Asphyxea. Who are you?" and if there's one thing i know for sure, it'd be a long cold day in hell when i take you back @[Popinjay] hahahahahahahahahaha i couldnt get those dumb anime heart eyes out of my head RE: you're the means and the end - Popinjay - 11-25-2020 She was not quite what you would call refined |