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11-25-2014, 01:09 PM
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Your spine is ablaze
Felling any foe with my gaze The fire child was getting older and braver, but perhaps, she was just too brave for her size. She had learned how to fly now, if only just a little. With her wings spread, she lightly hovered, close to the ground, south of her snow-filled home. Frostfall had gripped more than just the north, it seemed, since the beautiful forests were covered in white and the ground was laced with crunchy ice. Chilled wind flooded her nostrils as she made to land near a tall, marble structure, and she looked up at the building curiously. She found it to be very pretty but also rather strange. Large, white pillars held a ceiling of glass with a languid pond around the base, and she tucked her pale and gold wings to her side, lightly trotting up the stairs. Her cleft, black hooves stuck well to the smooth floor, and she observed her surroundings with interest. Well, at least here there were no more dead bodies. Aithniel wasn't sure how she was supposed to find the killer, but the weight of her father's orders were stressful. Something new had happened too since she had visited the sky island. Ash fell from her wings and body when she moved now, as if she was constantly being reborn - a living phoenix. Aithniel shook one of her wings, watching the gray soot fall languidly like apocalyptic snow. "Well... I have to do something," she said firmly, taking a deep breath. She kicked her heels together to test her ability to make fire before deciding that here would be a good place to rest. Her infant wings were still very new to flying, and that made her sore. [For sage, and tribs and our rapid posters!] |
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
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