Fire had always been a part of her life - the power of fire and light was inextricably bound to her, she had known it since her very birth and lived with it always. Being part dragon, and spending enough of her life surrounded by dragon-folk, the dragonmare knew of fire.

This was not fire.

This was torture.

As the flames grew around them, the dragonmare's actions became more frantic, before ceasing altogether as the realisation of hopelessness settled in. This was no normal fire - this was magic, fierce, destructive and cruel magic.

Just as the dragonmare looked to her cousin, she watched the transformation take place, watched her beloved coppery cousin bend and change and transform into that which awoke the queen within Amaris before. Dragon, another one, this time wearing the face of her cousin. The queen within roared again, seeking to dominate, to destroy and otherwise maim that which appeared as a threat to her most primal urges.

Dramyrth, her mind pleaded, ( the dragon was far too interested in this primal queen he had only just been introduced to within his bonded, but came anyway ), help Tandavi, she instructed. The golden king did her bidding, following Tandavi closely with his icy breath to make the path as safe as possible for those who would take it out of the flames.

But Amaris was not following - she was turning away them from all.

She did something she had not done before, and invited the anger, the rage, the primal desires of her inner queen to the forefront of her being. Though she did not change outwardly in any dramatic way, she held herself with more authority, her nape arched as energy filled her twitching, impatient muscles. Amaris was not following her cousin out of the flames - no, she would follow those who sought to extinguish these destruction, accursed flames to its source.

That damned cat.

She did not take to the wing like the painted mare just before her, but instead carved a mirror path to the dark equine stallion towards the fiery apparition. She did not know exactly what she would do once she got there - she ran close to the wall, and flicked her whip with a startling crack! at any of the strange faces she saw amongst the flames. The dragonmare cared not for the burns she would almost certainly sustain - the queen within her had risen, and she was numb to all except the rage - now was her time to destroy, to be the destructive force that this magical being was trying to be against them.

Vaguely, she recalled someone shouting not to harm the cat before. And the queen within her laughed, as she hurtled towards this demon of fire and light.

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Dramyrth uses his ice-breath to cool the path that Tandavi makes out of the flames, to help make it safer for any who cross.
Amaris charges the cheetah in all her crankypants glory.

Seeking:
Magic: Fire x Light | (U) Able to summon 3 small dragon spirits, or 1 royal dragon spirit.
Wishlist: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=7033
Prior refusals:
1. http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=7980
2. http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=10437
3. http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=23055

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