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She moved on the edges of the plains, watching the fires as they raged. The smoke billowed angrily above, reaching to the sky, keeping her grounded. It was suffocating, the flames eating up the oxygen and stealing it from her own lungs. Sides heaved as she backed away. So far the fire had no spread past the plains and was looking like it would burn itself out. She would cough, turning away, intending to check out the other fire. She needed to know what was happening, and unfortunately she couldn't do so from the safety of the air.
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What was she to do when the air was no longer safe? Her wings were useless appendages now. Ask clung to her pelt, blanketing the splashes of color beneath and giving her an entire grayscale appearance. Talons sank into the ground as she tried to keep her breath measured to avoid sucking in more scorching air. Her lungs burned and her eyes watered from all the smoke.
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Her thoughts drifted to her family, her pack and all she needed to do. Her gaze drifted to the blackened sky, were the gods angry with them? A whine slid from her lips. Heat nipped at her flesh. It was unbearably hot. She sought the lake, where she could drink and get cleaned up. But everything was black and charred, nothing looked the same, all she knew was that she was headed away from the flames, the only positive thing. Eyes darted back and forth wildly, ears flat against her skull. Damn it...

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@Andurïl
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Dark were the halls of Ragnorok, the sky falling from its lofty place, the sea churning in outrage, Jörmungandr long having broken from his circle. Fenrir would wage war, and in time, defeat the great king. Fire, ash and lightning dominated the heavens, clashing in their cloaks of deep smoke and soot. It was madness truly, to venture into this awful place, his crimson allure bleak against this ominous cloud, silver eyes pale and haunted, reflecting the light, the steel of molten tongues. Mirrors revelling in hell. Yet, the dangers remained a constant threat, the warmth and acidic smells lingering in the air among Silvis' halls, growing murky as fleeting smoke blotted out the sun. It had been what drew him from his wanderings, from the silent paths,back into the open air, heeding the call of the river rush, the stones wet and slippery underfoot in his passing. Ahead, the very atmosphere seemed to boil, the once rich and lustrous greens giving way to black ash, and extreme heat, aided by the riled steam within the nectar of flora and soil.
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Mingling like ugly fireflies, fine sparks floated down from the canopy above. It was silent, eerily so, the creatures who once claimed this dominion home long having fled, or succumbed to fires. Perhaps it would have been better, for his own continuity, to remain out of the trials of this world, yet, he couldn't resist, the necessity of banishing evil and all that would cause harm remained high on the list of any creature desiring his own freedom. Should these fires spread, should they fall within the borders of the land he had for so long called home, Andurïl knew Silvis would resemble this grotesque image soon enough. Sighing, his ears flinching back at the heat licking against the fragile flesh of their innards, the man paused, a familiar scent probing through the cloying ash. It couldn't be... Turning to his left, squinting as he gazed through the murk, a flash of orange, ivory and ebony whispered through the tress. It would have been dismissed, so similar to the rest of this realm, yet, the sweet smell, the order in which the colours fell, drew him closer, nectar to the seeking thirst of a wayward bee.
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<font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>"Caracara,"</b></font> he'd whisper, a deep thrum foretelling his concern, the fall of his bodice against the earth. Had she been touched by the fire? Drawing closer, his great feathers falling close to his body, Andurïl fell upon her sides, the heat against his right side, her wiry fur pressed to his left. <font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>"Why have your come to this place?"</b></font>
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A voice slid from the shadows as his face appeared from the smoke. His voice was a low whisper, barely audible over the roar of the fire around them. <span id="ccspeech">"I was checking out the damage."</span> Her voice was hoarse as she answered. He would press against her side, to which she would lean against, finding comfort in the heat of his body and the firmness of his side. Ears flicked back at the crackling and groan as trees fell, fire consuming thin in a sea of orange and red. She would not stop moving, continue on her path to escape the smoke before they both suffocated.
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Wings unfurled, hovering over the both of them in a protective shield. Her crown was tucked low, talons sinking to the ground with hurried steps. Time to go. Feathers rippled before falling flat against her body. She made herself as small as possible, trying to become less of a target. Ash still clung to her feathers and fur, giving her an entirely sooty appearance.

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terrible post
@Andurïl
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The heat of satans gate continued to rage, to grapple with the wrought chains strung upon the stone pillars. They bent and groaned, giving until the unrelenting force, struggling to hold at bay the dark powers that desired to consume the realm beyond, leave only ash and silence in its wake. Fire, and most fearsome of elements, it quaked the earth with its anger, scoring plant, water, earth and sky with sudden, explosive shows of strength. A single tantrum could destroy this island in its entirety, until all that remained was an empty shell. He had seen the rage of fire, he had seen it claim acres of land in the northern forests, his kins subterranean fortress growing stifling, the air boiling around them, toxic and choking. Huddling in the dark, he remembered the shuttering above, the pitched crackles of dying titans, great pines and oaks tumbling to the ground with a resounding roar. When they had emerged, all that remained was sorrow.
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Yet, he did not fear the flames. To fear what was only natural was to fear life itself. A strange thought, and yet, it was true in the deepest of sense. Destruction came as it pleased, tearing asunder the settled foundations, to reveal a new mandala that would eventually become the world. Pressing his side to hers, the soot streaking over his crimson cloak, the man took a moment to gauge her well being, the supple flow of curves that had become familiar to him in the moments in the dark. Though her heart pounded steadily against her ribs, it relieved him in its truth that she was yet alive, yet part of this world; his world. His crown lowered, pressing his jaw to her throat, maddened molten eyes watched as a shower of sparks billowed, nipping at their bodies as one of the golden trees fell. He'd growl, pushing against her slightly as she started to move, to head for the place that smelt least foul, feeling the hot currents of air clinging to the ground, the smoke and fog lingering like a forgotten blanket. The darkness stretched on, the fires to their left, their right, and above illuminating the opaque air, creating a mirage from its heat. <font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>"The flames... they spread. I have seen the lands on either side. The river yet holds them at bay, yet... I fear it is only a matter of time before this gets worse."</b></font>
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Chancing a look, the heart of Tantus was passionate in its raging inferno, the red tongues licking against the peeling bark, the grass crisp and blackened. By the looks of it, it was at the centre where it had all begun, slowly, ever so slowly reaching outward. Luck had never been something he believed in, yet, it would really be nice if the heavens opened up, and snuffed out the fire before it become to unmanageable, unstoppable. Following the womans footsteps, his gaze caught a glimpse of open land, and brushed his nose against her cheek. <font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>"This way,"</b></font> jerking his head to the right. Slipping beneath the leaning trunk of a long dead Ash tree, Andurïl took stalk of the open clearing beyond, its gilded sides yet untouched by the fire. The smoke hovered close at hand, encroaching slowly, creeping over the ground, stirred by his hurried breathes. Turning, gazing upon her with an intent, it was difficult to keep the emotions at bay, silver darting over onyx, ivory and cadmium. <font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>"Are you hurt?"</b></font> he murmured, crowding into her space between one second and the next, rallying his stature to gaze down over her back and wings, looking for cuts, tears, imperfections on the otherwise perfect.
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The creaking of wood and crackle of flames was deafening. Embers rained down in waves, starting new little fires that spread with each breath of oxygen. He pressed against her side, his jaw spreading warmth against her throat. He would speak of the flames and their spreading, a bit of an obvious statement in her mind. He knew the area better than her, speaking of the river blocking in the fires but how long would it hold? She would allow him to guide them both to safety, staying pressed to his side to find them way through the smoke.
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She could feel his gaze on her, though she remained focus ahead to ensure they didn't head off course. <font color=#b7cfde size=2 font face=georgia><i>"No, I'm fine."</i></font> She would murmur, casting his a side long glance. <font color=#b7cfde size=2 font face=georgia><i>"Are you?"</i></font> She would ask, she could inspect him when they were no longer engulfed in smoke with fire licking at their heels.
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Leaving the smoke was like a breath of fresh air. Lunges expanded to maximum capacity with fresh air, untouched by the hazards of smoke. A sigh of relief would slip from her lips. She gave herself a firm shake, sending up a cloud of ash and dust. Wings would flap, freeing up more ash, though begrudgingly she would know that it would take weeks to get it all out of her feathers and fur.

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terrible post
@Andurïl
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At the foot of the mountains, where rock met emerald curtains, the two found their way out of Tantus, a rush of hot air hugging their sides, and ash clinging to their fur and lungs. Choking, stifling, the acidic smoke spewed from the fires, furling up above the canopy, free from its trappings deep in the forests behind them. Like the mouth of a angered dragon, it rose out of the ominous blackness they had arrived, and Andurïl, turning to gaze of the womans shoulder, ignoring the burning in his eyes, huffed, displeased with the obvious destruction. When the flames finally died, it would take years for the once golden realm to return into a semblance of luscious paradise it once was. To the right, his eyes tracing along the tree line until he could see the wilds of Silvis, the great vines layered on the earth like a titan attempting to drag itself into the flatlands.
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Shaking out his pelt with an impatient jolt, the man turned his attentions back to the woman, slowly nosing at her side, urging her to continue away, over the crags and course earth, his steps falling close at heel. At the moment, there was little either could do other than get out of the way. The forces of nature were not so easily tamed, and not so forgiving. Sighing, leaping up onto the stone ledge, he pivoted around, settling back on his haunches, Andurïl ran his tongue over the ashen streaks along his chest. <font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>"I am uninjured,"</b></font> he murmured, glancing down towards her, taking in the play on her face, the bright blue of her eyes against her blackened face. <font style="color:#d01d49;"><b>"Your packs settlement is further up the slopes correct? If the winds stay as they are, there should be little to fear for your people."</b></font> Nonchalant, he tilted his crown, looking back over the flatlands, towards the rising peaks. A fortress citadel, far from the reaches of the deep woods and chaotic oceans. An island of rock and great heights.
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omg horrible post x.x