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<center> Due to the severe drought a fire has broken out across the plains of Intus!! The fields are charred blacked as the fire rages out of control! Who will try to put the fire out before it spreads?</center>
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<font style="text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 7px;">Moon-drop poison</font></p><div style="border-top: 1px solid; border-bottom: 1px solid; margin-top: 2%; margin-bottom: 2%; padding-top: 2%; padding-bottom: 2%;">
The hum of ocean waves teased the wind which tickled the tops of gargantuan trees within the Intus. Gulls squalled and squawked in cacophony their wings flailed in sporadic distraught unable to find a secured branch or stone to land upon. Summer heat had been at its worst this season with predator and prey inhabitants being forced to migrate to new locations where there was still barely enough to survive off of. Dark nimble paws of the young hybrid yearling could be found wandering ever aimlessly with feathered ears were forward and straight, listening ever so intently at the sound and movement of rolling waves echoing in the distance. Dark nose lifted, nostrils flared as lungs expanded with a heaving inhale. <i>Smoke</i> stung her nose with the burning fragrance of hickory, aspen and maple would linger. Sashaying grasses that introduced the start of the Intus danced and swayed from left to right with playful beckon.

<i> Luuuucine, Lucine. . . </i> Her name was called upon by the whispers of serpents hiss in demeaning taunt. A small frown pursed her lips with apprehension taking two steps back. Unbearable heat sweltered against her muted plum and indigo striped coat. Even with her ice element emanating of a cooling jest, it was not enough to keep the heat from taking advantage of the young woman. Was her mind playing tricks again? Schizoid paranoia was a dreadful plague which had passed upon her from her mothers' traits. <font style="font: 15px Sevillana; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #4d6187; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #111332;">“Who beckons my name?”</font> she whispered coolly, unphased – unaffiliated with the sparking fires which burned the tall grasses and wrapping around the trees that populated the panoramic balcony of the oceanfront. Her heart was pounding, pounding, pounding like the drums of a summers storm reigning through the cumulonimbus heavens. The sound of wood popping and cracking beneath the pressure of heat when wood begins to morph and bend, Lucine would stop and pause finally taking in the event that was taking place. <i>Fire</i>. A destructive act of dry air and drought triggered a sparking flame in aid of sunlight as the giant beast rested his rays upon the earth so diligently. Pieces of trees such as large branches would begin to fall as if it were the heavens itself pouring fiery tears.

Smoke began to build and cloak the area in a veil. Lucine would begin coughing profusely gasping for air finding it difficult to breathe from where she stood. Something struck her attention out of her eye as if she'd seen something run towards the overlook. <font style="font: 15px Sevillana; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #4d6187; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #111332;">“W-wait!”</font> she gasped; she would lunge forward as if to reach out for the enigmatic apparition; a ploying jest of her unstable mind. Just as Lucine started to take off after the figure, a wall of flames would strike her due to a fallen branch. As she attempted to dodge, the way she had withdrawn backwards she had raise the upper half of her body and turned, exposing the underside of her torso which was where she had been struck. Hairs burn as flesh seared. The hybrid woman let out an awful screeching cry with fiery stick and branch had struck. Moon drop maiden had found herself stuck in the middle of all of this, frantically trying to find an exit. The coughing would worsen; as it the choking became more prominent suffering from smoke inhalation. <i>Where do I go - ? </i> Lucine began to panic.

Her head was spinning so frantically trying to pin two and two together among many of other things that went on in that little head of hers. Stumbling, she started moving though her walks were stumbles like that of a drunken alcoholic. Coughing fits plagued her chest, heaving and wheezing. <font style="font: 15px Sevillana; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #4d6187; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #111332;">“I-...I ca-..can't..”</font> her voice sputtered words breaking into incomprehensible syllables. Legs eventually gave way as she clumsily fell to the grassy bed as her conscious fluctuated in and out.

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<i>Tantalizing</i> was the breeze which swept in curling wisps across the earth, <i>enveloped</i> in aromas of salt intermingled with oceanic foliage and a <i>freshness</i> that was unwavering from the likes of the vanilla and azure tides which elapsed and <i>rolled</i> amid one another like forlorn lovers! Such was it ivory tendrils of silk were lifted and <i>parted</i>, to be caressed and the cologne of pomegranate blossoms and white musk to be strewn with the scent of Ocean tides. Jovial playfulness was imbedded within the soul of the man, as repose frolicked within; verdant and <i>soft</i> grasses <i>whispered</i> to the ocean breeze as the seraphic stag rolled within the prairie grasses to come to a stop and lay upon the crisp earth, nostrils flaring as the delicate lungs drew in valuable oxygen, virile breast falling ever so softly as he exhaled. Alas, such was it repose was destroyed, thew rippling as the alabaster man sat upright within the chartreuse stalks that billowed and <i>caressed</i> about his frame. Proboscis was assaulted with the churning breeze which carried upon it the aroma of <i>charcoal</i> of life being destroyed; above the auricles caught the reverberation of wings carrying avian creatures swiftly away from impending doom. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Well Cithara… perhaps we should go…”</font> Stalwart pillars beneath erected the man as he spoke to the diminutive rodent that was perched upon ivory antlers. <p>

It had been with the swift turn of espadrilles, back facing away from the dismay he could not see…. That <i>perfume</i> caught his nostrils, closer than expected. Thew rippled across the neckline as the cranium <i>snapped</i> back towards the direction of the brewing fire to catch the scent once more, beneath bubblegum lips did pearly bayonets churn and <i>grind</i> as slippers whisked the man’s framework towards the disaster… Cardiac muscle within beat with such rapidness, a swift thrumming like that of <i>hummingbird</i> wings as thick stygian smog entered the nares, <i>assaulting</i> his senses as the outcry of a woman reached the audits which swiveled briskly upon the cranium. Radiation of <i>heat</i> rolled around him, signaling when he had come too close to one wall of flame; plagued by an eternity of <i>darkness</i> it was but his other primary senses which guided him through the disaster he had thrown himself into. Slippers were swift, fabrication of <i>flesh</i> and <i>bone</i> woven together by <i>tendon</i> seemed almost <i>slippery</i> or serpentine as the swift stag maneuvered through the hellish heat. <p>

<i><u>”I… I can’t”</i></u>; soft lyrical notes reached the audits as the earth below rumbled beneath lithe paws, bark <i>snapping</i> as branches fell inches from his framework, fiery coals singing loose tendrils of silk which were sewn upon his frame. Senses began to wane as his nares were becoming full of thick and <i>heavy</i> smoke, yet the <i>syrupy</i> aroma of the woman was close and auricles shifted as he heard her fatigued breaths but inches from him. Slippers moved to a dastardly beat as the man tangoed with danger, leaping forth as a falling branch <i>shrieked</i> towards him, to only singe a few fine hairs upon twin tails. Jaws opened frantically as the man stumbled, nose bumped against the shoulder region of the woman and skimming upwards to gently grasp the backside of the neck as to drag the woman to her feet and guide her as he tugged with gentle manners yet with firm expectation as to save the woman’s life as well as his own… Stalwart pillars shifted and moved as if to tango with the woman as he guided her, a wall of flames stinging his right shoulder as he moved to protect the maiden. Subtle was the groan and whine beneath clenched teeth about the neck region of the girl as the remnants of his senses led them out of impending doom. Once the thickening darkness of smoke had been replaced by the <i>crisp</i> breeze was it the man released the woman, nudging her shoulder softly as his legs proceeded to move in a <i>burning</i> unison. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Continue onward!”</font> warned he, keeping close to the girl he had saved from the toll of death..



 
 
 
 
 
 
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<font style="text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 7px;">Moon-drop poison</font></p><div style="border-top: 1px solid; border-bottom: 1px solid; margin-top: 2%; margin-bottom: 2%; padding-top: 2%; padding-bottom: 2%;">
Ash and smoke danced and sashayed in disorient whimsy through the parchment grassy blades and titan trees. Cerulean sea of heavens were clouded by the blackening haze-fog of fire-smoke which tainted-suffocating the air. Birds would scatter into the heavens fleeing from the dangers of hellish fury of the frenzied beasts. Vision would blur as her breathing began to labor in pained, wheezing breaths. To see the fire that burned the Intus into dust triggered pains of a yesterday. It was when the skies were falling she – Lucine a mere child frazzled with fright as she took to her blind fathers side. While the world was cold beneath her paws, maelstrom savagery reigned from the blackened skies with cacophonous screams. As young as she, being a yearling – this had all happened when she had merely touched two months of age. Throughout such endeavors, she could see such young, innocent eyes of her youngest brother perish into the depths of such angered divine flames. There was a constricting pain that seized her lungs as the fiery smoke flames were inhaled causing a frenzied, coughing and wheezing fit. It was difficult to <i>breathe</i>, to see, smell and to <i>think</i>.


There was a sudden nudge at her shoulder, coming from her left(?) causing the young woman to gasp – startled by the physical touch of another entity. She felt as if her privacy had been invaded. The invisible bubble that wrapped around her had popped. Quieted whine slipped carelessly from dark lips in refute before she would be caught wheezing and coughing again, while the flames around she and a stranger would dance like the mad wildebeest. Lucine felt a tug at her scruff like a guide to raise her to her paws. Lowly grunts emanated from her lips upon the move, paws would mindlessly start to move, guided and ushered from the belly of fire. The rim of the feathers which grew from behind her ear were partly singed while the leather remained surprising untarnished. Hairs too would be affected by the flame but the only critical state was the large gnash that rested just beneath her chest, nearly out of plain sight. As the duo broke through the wall of fire, she could feel her scruff become released. Her vision blurred – unable to depict a solid outline of who it was and where they stood now.

<i>Continue onward!</i> a voice had shouted. Though hesitation weighed down upon her with question. Was that voice a mere pigment of her imagination of manic and demon? Or was the voice of truth, beckoning her to flee from the fingers of licking flame that reached out to her with hungering glutton? Instead of movement, grasping the urge to run the pain and overdose of smoke would cause her legs to give way as she collapsed to the ground. A strange whimpering sound followed after as she fell until silence would linger beneath laboring breaths.
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<i>Ballet slippers</i>, woven of achromatic <i>silks</i> danced with whimsy and <i>franticness</i> upon the <i>groaning</i> earth! <i>Tendon and bone</i> seemed to jive and <i>twist</i> beneath the thin blanket of flesh sewn unto the fabrication of seraphic delights; adrenaline coursed and <i>licked</i> through the streams of life which were bestowed in carvings through flesh, summoning forth primitive <i>goals</i>. Survival called out, beckoning as the tendrils of <i>thick</i> smog rolled in deliberate waves of volatile assault, deafening the extravagant senses of the man, whose delicate lungs seized in horrific realization as nares flared and the beast snorted with vague annoyance and anxiety. Gentleman stag’s stalwart pillars had but sojourned their berserk march with the colliding <i>thud</i> of soil and <i>flesh</i>. <p>

Diadem etched of alabaster flicked and <i>rolled</i> back to sculpt against the architectural outline of the skull as swift footfalls twisted the beast in a circle and back towards the ever <i>fading</i> perfume of the maiden. <font color= #ffb6c1>”Mademoiselle, we <i>must leave</i>. You <i>must</i> get up!”</font> vocal chords were pricked and prodded by the assailant of <i>suffocating</i> soot as the neck rippled with thew as the man bent downwards in haste, <i>survival ringing within auditory canals</i> as the tender snout of the man sought out the woman’s, bumping against her cheek and lower throat as he went; softly he tilted her chin upwards to the sky as slippers slid against the earth and beneath her own. As he moved her head upwards and slid his legs beneath hers he allowed his frame to meet the <i>tepid</i> soil, as he slid the woman onto his backside just behind his shoulders. Pillars beneath shook momentarily as the man lifted upwards to steady himself, the smog thick and <i>churning</i> as it devastated the remnants of his senses, yet still limbs outreached with rapid movements as espadrilles slid and gripped the soil beneath to even out his gliding movements as to not violently rock and throw the girl upon his backside around, or to lose her…. Brisk movements and the disappearance of labored breathing had brought the two out of the rolling tumult of <i>dastardly</i> chaos which ravaged the woodland like a greedy <i>lover</i>; bubblegum lips parted as the tongue hang out lazily, panting as he stood momentarily with the woman on his back, resting his delicate lungs and allowed the <i>thrumming</i> of the cardiac muscle within to settle. Charcoal smears tainting the seraphic purity of the sir.




 
 
 
 
 
 
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