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Imperium :: lands of gathering :: fate's hands :: fire, fire burning bright ! Author Topic: fire, fire burning bright ! (Read 78 times) ! strife New Member member is offline Joined: Nov 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 2 Location: uk. Karma: 0 fire, fire burning bright ! « Thread Started on Nov 24, 2007, 5:09am » Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. He dreams of fire. Roaring blazes, flames licking hungrily at trees and vegetation. Life is destroyed, fresh colours of red and orange and furious yellow leaping and crackling up into the sky. Smoke - so much smoke, thick and billowing in spirals and puffs towards the stars - and screams all around him, but he does not care. He is transfixed by the fire, eyes glossy and wide with an expression of glee upon his dished features. Coat sweaty with the heat, slick and wet with exertion and sheer happiness at what is going on, Strife does not stop to think about anything but what he is doing and what he has done. There is the smell of burning, rotting flesh, something that makes him feel oddly at home and he inhales deeply, as if to bring the scent closer to him. The wind stirs up ashes and flames flicker and crackle towards him as he prances around, entranced in the heat of the moment. This is victory: this is glory. The fire spreads, trees becoming charred. Dead, black skeletons that formerly represented life now litter the terrain and still, the Arabian prances, tossing his head with perspiration lining him. He is excited, content with the new dawn that approaches, whilst all around him, animals flee. But he does not care, because fire is his mistress. Cold air nipped at the horse as he stirred, eyes opening to see stormy grey skies and the remnants of stars as dawn brushed against the horizon, stretching its lazy fingers and banishing shadows to the nether world. Hard around met his muscles as he tensed slightly, confused as to why there was no fire. A dream. Disappointment welled up inside of Strife and he lumbered to his feet in movements that were lined with grace, proceeding to toss his head and breathe in and out. He noticed that his coat was somewhat wet, probably from the vision he had just experienced (although it was a dream, he knew that, but he liked to call such things visions) and it dawned upon him he was imagining the sensation. He was dead, after all. Dead, dead, dead, because his mistress had killed him but he had his own back on her now. He controlled her, tamed her, gave her to the worthy: she was his and the power he had made him tremble. Nostrils flaring for a moment, the Imperial shifted slightly and moved into a slow walk, tossing his head again as the day met his dark eyes and he pondered over what to do. He could stir up trouble between Brine and Fey: that always gave him a sense of enjoyment and amusement. The rejection that the God of Water suffered repeatedly made Strife sneer and sblack person; he was above such trivial emotions and the drama between the two other Imperials only gave the God of Fire a good old dose of entertainment. Things were boring when you were dead. Pondering over this, the Arabian proceeded to lengthen his stride. He would first travel to somewhere interesting and if that place of apparent interest served as something that was not actually interesting, he would toy with Brine and Fey for a while. If those two options did not serve him well, Strife concluded that he would have to go off and look for mortals to socialise with as a last resort. It was always a last resort, he mused, face darkening slightly at the thought. Always a last resort… why had nothing interesting happened lately? Perhaps he needed to be the one to make something of interest happen. Mulling over the possibilities, the God of Fire’s speed increased slightly as he entered a reasonable form of movement and headed towards Fate’s Lands to see what mares needed a home and to wind them up about the fact that they were all alone. Sometimes he did quite enjoy being dead. ooc, open to all. (: Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Hidden Administrator member is offline Joined: Nov 2007 Posts: 14 Karma: 0 Re: fire, fire burning bright ! « Reply #1 on Nov 27, 2007, 9:14pm » .Paladin. Honestly, Paladin. I can take care of myself. I don't need you hovering over me like your my mother or something! The exasperated voice of the fairly young, bay mare rang true across the field, showing a slight annoyance at, clearly, the light grey, near white, stallion who seemed to be tagging along with her. Of course, he alone would be unforgettable, not for his coat, his build, his attitude. No, nothing like that. Just one simple thing that was uncommon, to say the least. Closer to rare, really. And that was his striking blue eye, which contrasted yet blended with his color, and almost seemed to change shades. No that is a complete and utter insult, calling me a mare! He tried to sound angry at the mare, who was known as Kale, though he didn't quite succeed. He found it hard to get angry at her. No, he wasn't in love. It was nothing like that, though it was a love of sorts. They were brother and sister, full, not half, like many were, and if you looked upon them and set aside their different coats, you would see the resemblance immediately. They were the same build, and around the same height, clearly Andalusian crosses, and with Paladin being the older, and slightly thicker built one, though that would be obvious, due to the fact he was older and male. Well, maybe if I insult you enough, you'll leave me alone. Kale piped up again, as they traveled at a leisurely pace towards the chestnut Arab, completely unaware of his presence at the time. Her eyes sparkled with the energy of youth, a tad of mischief, an a bit of defiance thrown in to add spice to the mixture. Her brother's; Only a kind glance, which showed he was worried about her safety alone, the only reason he wasn't leaving. He knew full well she could take care of herself, but it was more that he wanted to keep her away from Lithium, the third sibling. I'm not leaving no matter what you do. Think of me as your guardian angel. Do I have to? That's kind of a creepy thought. They both smiled a bit, laughter not sounded, but dancing through their features as they looked ahead, catching sight of the Arab in all his splendor, not knowing that they weren't looking upon a magnificent stud, but a god in all his flaming glory. .Kale. 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