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Aithniel
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
Aithniel heard her name being called over the breeze from where she was nibbling on salty winter grasses, and she lifted her head. Tension filled the air, and she turned her blackened muzzle over her back, sniffing deeply. What was that smell? Why was there so much yelling? Confused, she started to walk toward the caves when she saw Illynx and Rikyn running toward that creep, Zikar. Something was wrong.
Seconds later, she noticed wolves, one nearing her, and she squealed in fear and surprise, snorting as her whiskers danced. She needed no other impetus to run, and she took off toward Illynx and her brother, cloven hooves carrying with swift grace across the land. In desperation, she lifted her wings up, the breeze catching over the top of her feathers and increasing her speed.
Then, as she broke through the fear, she remembered what she had learned earlier, just outside the walls of her home. With force, she clicked her hooves together, starting a large, pluming fire behind her which burned on the dry, tallsun grasses. Aithniel didn't think much about putting the fire out, not when she needed anything to stop the wolves from chasing at her heels.
Breathing hard, she scrambled into the cave, setting down on her haunches and sliding over the rocky earth. Aithniel gasped, looking up and down at Illynx and Rikyn, making sure that they were okay: and of course, they were. Still, she stood alert, ears pricked forward as she watched, for the first time, the gigantic metal machine try to stop the wolves. The metal thing was magnificent, frighting and grotesque all at the same time, and she shuddered. Equally as frightening was Erebos' father, moving with deadly grace.
Unable to stand still, she saw a patch of grass nearby and kicked a spark their direction. She did not know that wolves instinctively hated fire, but lucky for her, she could make a good one. "Rikyn..." she whispered, moving closer now, behind Zikar, watching as the first threat shattered the illusion that this place was impenetrable.
[Aith sets a fire trail behind her and then starts a fire near the cave entrance on a small bush (flanking one side of the cave entrance)]
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
