They'll get a fine look at them in the middle of one of their tempers either way. Far ahead in a hall perpendicular to the wolfish Frisk's, the fiery one is preceded by a rolling wave of heat that moves in down the hall like a fog, hitting them before they even come into view.
And when they do, it's quite the sight, with black smoke floating like ribbons from their mouth and nostrils and eyes, their broken hand dripping red embers. Their antlers have cracks of light running through them, as if they were on fire inside. They lift their staff and strike it at the ground with a great grating sound of metal and stone and fire for seemingly no reason. Their attack on the castle floor leaves a crescent of scorch. A new wave of heat passes through the halls.
Then they pause. Their ears flick; their nose stops smoking. Is someone here? Their lanternlight doesn't reach far enough for them to tell.
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They'll get a fine look at them in the middle of one of their tempers either way. Far ahead in a hall perpendicular to the wolfish Frisk's, the fiery one is preceded by a rolling wave of heat that moves in down the hall like a fog, hitting them before they even come into view.
And when they do, it's quite the sight, with black smoke floating like ribbons from their mouth and nostrils and eyes, their broken hand dripping red embers. Their antlers have cracks of light running through them, as if they were on fire inside. They lift their staff and strike it at the ground with a great grating sound of metal and stone and fire for seemingly no reason. Their attack on the castle floor leaves a crescent of scorch. A new wave of heat passes through the halls.
Then they pause. Their ears flick; their nose stops smoking. Is someone here? Their lanternlight doesn't reach far enough for them to tell.