He recognized the surroundings, and yet traversing the ashen plain felt like walking across the surface of the moon - that's how foreign it looked. Normally there'd be a light burning steadily to his right, a red glow from the bellybutton of the world to serve as a marker of where he were. Not tonight. Something had put a lid on the soothing sound of magma bubbling and stirring in the background, snuffed out the light and turned the once so familiar region into a pit of darkness.

Not even during the Endless night had existence been so black. Even then there had been a fire burning in the Heart, even then had there been trees shedding a soft glow upon the familiar trails, a sign to the mortals that hope still could be found. This time... Had the gods truly abandoned them now, or was this truly the end that had come upon them?

Lace wandered across the ash-covered ground, steering clear of the general direction where the crater should be; he had no desire to fall into it again, nor would the warmth do much to soothe him. Frostfall had arrived and snow fell in the north, the waters had turned icy cold and yet - all of this would have been perfectly fine if only he could find his herd.

Tense and wary as he roamed the dark wasteland, a sound of footfalls followed by a dark shadow stirring close by made the grullo come to a sudden halt. Holding his breath as he peered through the gloom, a sense of panic came over him. He didn't know why, and with fear clouding judgment and reason he wasn't going to pause to think things over. Instead, giving in to an instinct that told him to defend himself against this shadowy creature, he reached into his mind and tapped into the stream of fire that flowed through his blood.

A heartbeat; that was all the time it took for the grullo to summon the orb of light and send it flying towards the creature. Another heartbeat had him struggling to maintain control over the sun as he tried to shove it as close to the monstrosity he was sure to be faced with, ensuring that his weapon wouldn't implode on him like it had so many times before. Then, with a deafening sound that made him deaf and set spots of light dancing across the field of vision, Lace detonated the sun and recoiled as searing fire scattered across a large area, sure to burn anyone within 20 feet of it.

As the flames expanded outwards the stallion began to move, fully aware that even a direct hit from his magic wouldn't be enough to take down this demon from his mind. Blind to anything but his own fears and deaf to both real and imagined words he charged in, approaching at a gallop with head outstretched and teeth bared to bite at any available body part, hoping against hope that he would be able to face this beast head on - he'd always preferred to fight that way.

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WC: 518
PC: 1/3 + Def

Summary: Threw a miniature sun at Destrier and made it explode, then charged in hoping to attack from the front, aiming to bite anything he can reach - most likely the nose.

Fajira is not present now but will come in later. :)

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For @[Destrier].
800 words max, 3 posts + closing defense, No time limits. Judged spar, IC. Magic and Companions allowed.

Setting: Helovia's Heart during SWP Helovia's Darkest Hour. Night, no moon or wind, ground is flat and sandy, hot and dry.

Stats & Rolls

Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-