cheek to cheek in hell
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castle_perraultA (the forest, evening)
In the forest, there is something strange. And something awful.
Deep in the woods, smoke has begun to rise, mingling with the pristine clouds of the Edge. Orange fingers of flame just barely peek through the canopy, pushing aside the treetops to let the smoke out, but with each passing minute the smoke grows thicker, the flame dips higher. The heat from the blaze is almost enough to cut the chill--but not quite yet.
If someone cares enough to investigate or try to stop it--well, they can try. But they'd better hurry.
B (the forest, late evening)
The fire has only gotten bigger.
It licks at the grass and leaps from tree to tree--now a little more than third of the forest is up in flames, throwing smoke into the air, heat rolling off of it in waves, and flakes of soot and charcoal fly into the air like dying birds. The fire is clawing its way towards the castle, dangerously close to climbing its way over its walls, into the windows, and into the hallways. By now, it's surely not simply going to burn itself out for a while, and someone had better spread the word before someone gets stuck.
C (castle and forest, early night)
The fire is beautiful at night.
It's too bad it's eaten half of the forest and half of the castle, a monstrous thing at its head--a demon thing of horns and teeth and hooves, splitting bone and burned wood, fur dripping with ash, fire between its eyes. The wildfire follows wherever it goes, and it does go, leaping through the halls and over rooftops, galloping at the edge of the forest.
Strange thing, though--it's missing half a foreleg, which does help slow it down enough to make chases a bit more manageable--but even then, they're so fast. It's a good thing they don't have all four legs intact.
[The fire mingle is go! Info and planning thread here. Your character can very well sit this one out, of course, if they want. There's actually a fair amount of places that will be untouched by the end of this.]
In the forest, there is something strange. And something awful.
Deep in the woods, smoke has begun to rise, mingling with the pristine clouds of the Edge. Orange fingers of flame just barely peek through the canopy, pushing aside the treetops to let the smoke out, but with each passing minute the smoke grows thicker, the flame dips higher. The heat from the blaze is almost enough to cut the chill--but not quite yet.
If someone cares enough to investigate or try to stop it--well, they can try. But they'd better hurry.
B (the forest, late evening)
The fire has only gotten bigger.
It licks at the grass and leaps from tree to tree--now a little more than third of the forest is up in flames, throwing smoke into the air, heat rolling off of it in waves, and flakes of soot and charcoal fly into the air like dying birds. The fire is clawing its way towards the castle, dangerously close to climbing its way over its walls, into the windows, and into the hallways. By now, it's surely not simply going to burn itself out for a while, and someone had better spread the word before someone gets stuck.
C (castle and forest, early night)
The fire is beautiful at night.
It's too bad it's eaten half of the forest and half of the castle, a monstrous thing at its head--a demon thing of horns and teeth and hooves, splitting bone and burned wood, fur dripping with ash, fire between its eyes. The wildfire follows wherever it goes, and it does go, leaping through the halls and over rooftops, galloping at the edge of the forest.
Strange thing, though--it's missing half a foreleg, which does help slow it down enough to make chases a bit more manageable--but even then, they're so fast. It's a good thing they don't have all four legs intact.
[The fire mingle is go! Info and planning thread here. Your character can very well sit this one out, of course, if they want. There's actually a fair amount of places that will be untouched by the end of this.]
(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-18 09:54 pm (UTC)"Frisk!" Use their name. Sometimes that helps. "I know why you're doing this!"
And then here they are, and he's bringing his wand up to block their attack, deflecting their antlers away as he twists out of reach - or that's the plan. He doesn't expect to come out of this unscathed. Not at all.
(no subject)
Date: 2017-12-01 02:02 am (UTC)It barely hears him, it's so outraged, only acknowledging him with a dubious snarl. It goes for him again, dipping its head and swinging it back up, with the goal of using its antlers to gut him, or at least carve, or scratch. It'll settle for any kind of damage at this point. It just wants him to hurt. It just wants him to burn.
(no subject)
Date: 2017-12-06 12:21 am (UTC)After what you have done.
I want you to suffer.
He scrambles to his feet, gripping the wand for support.
Will they listen to him now, or ever? Can they?
He has to try.
"H... ha... you're really not holding back, are you, darling?"
(no subject)
Date: 2017-12-30 04:45 am (UTC)It doesn't want to grace him with an answer, not now. It cares less for hearing words and more for hearing him in pain, a goal conveyed in those two strikes.
It backs up, head low, the fire between its empty and blind eyes blazing. It's got only an idea of where he is, but an idea is all it needs, circling him in the field of broken trees. Its step is odd where its one hoof is missing. And it charges, again.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-01-06 10:40 pm (UTC)"You don't care -"
They're almost on him when he leaps, soaring over their head with a glittering comet trail streaking behind him, landing behind them on the charred ground. Oh, but they're fast, though. If it wasn't for that one missing hoof, he'd be in much more trouble.
"- what I say, what I do, you just want me to hurt -" Backing away as he speaks, toward the trees again. "Am I right?"