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Heat. Sweat. —- Tears. Three possible options within the huge spectrum of disasters that fire could awake. It was a show of lights embracing the branches after climbing the huge logs, coating the surface in a dirty black before consuming the wood to ashes. MAGNIFICENT . could describe such landscape that not many people could enjoy with a calm that the artist was showing while admiring it.

—-❝ No. I’m not carrying anything flammable .❞ She carelessly said despite how blatantly was lying. ❝ Nothing but myself . ❞ Partially true. The ink could explode, in fact. But her fluid wasn’t a trivial one to easily collapse. A deep sigh parted her lips as her body fell on the ground ; She truly had no possible reasons to give. ❝ I have no arguments to protect my life. If you want to explode me, you will do me a favor. Sadly for you, I wouldn’t be able to pay you in return because my flesh would be spread all over this place. ❞

                      "Burning flesh scattered across the landscape is better then nothing at all." Eyelids close slightly so that his vison was impaired slightly, there was nothing more sweeter than someone accepting the sweet fiery embrace of death.

                      He couldnt help but let an idle flame dance in the palm of his hand, he wanted a challenge not something being delivered to him on a silver platter. The thrill of the chase was the ultimate prize “Whats the use in begging for death? Why not live a little, let the adrenaline course through your veins.”

                           “At least put up a fight, it makes my job much more sweeter.”

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                          ❛ get over it . there are more scarier people out in runeterra than you , so i find no reason to run from you . just keep a cool head , won’t you ? ❜

                      "Keep a cool head? On the contrary, im far from cool."

                   Digits curling inward to let little balls of fire manifest between curled fingertips, a snarl appeared upon his face as eyes set on the other. The amount of displeasure that built up inside him with every passing moment while in the presence of the crownguard. There was a slight hint of restraint holding him back from sending a spear of pure fire right through the others chest, and yet no swift movements were shown.

                 “Ive said it once, and ill say it again. Run along.”

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SICKENING was the smell of smoke and ashes to her nose. the very smell was enough for buried memories to resurface and trespass into her mind. she hacks up a nasty cough, each inhale felt like stabs in her lungs. fingers pulls up her cloak to cover her nose and mouth, a poor attempt to block off the soot.

she had heard warnings from passerbys and travellers not to go into this direction. word said that a demon risen from the underground has come to inflict vengeance upon the land. other say that the sun had gone mad, burning everything it sees with no mercy. she wasn’t one to follow rumors, but pleads and cries from villagers affected by the disaster was enough for her to investigate.

smoke engulfed the blue sky, reminding her of a valley that now existed in a memory she no longer wants to remember.  riven, squints, trying to make something out of the smoke till she sees a blinding ball of orange and red hurl towards her direction and she narrowly dodges. eyes snaps towards the direction of the sender, her blade already drawn on gloved hand. 

             “you know nothing of me, demon.” she snarls, “your massacre ends here!”

runic stones glows a verdant green, and a surge of overwhelming energy rushes from her blade and out. 

she has played with fire before. burned from the fire, and buried in cinders. but this time, it shall be her to rise from the ashes.

                  "My massacre? On the contrary, this is just the beginning. Ive spent a millennia in isolation, my powers only doubling with every passing minute and its about time this world was cleansed. "

                               the smell of soot and burning carcasses filled his lungs with a smell that only he could enjoy. hypnotic flames danced around him as he drew power from the unlimited energy source that caused him great happiness. from his travels he’d heard whispers about a white haired girl on a quest to reforge her blade, or what was left of it for that matter.

                              she couldn't possibly be prepared for the onslaught of heat that she was about to face. with every passing moment his power grew much stronger with the sensation of flames and smoke filling his lungs to create a much greater burning.

                “If you have any sliver of hope left inside you, I suggest you get rid of those feelings or let it be consumed by the fires of wrath.”

                              idle flames began to manifest into his hands while he struck the ground creating pillars of fire around him, large yellow circles surrounded his pupils letting the fire course through his veins and erupting out of his hands.

                                   “You’re dancing with the devil here”

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oce is a fucking experience man, ill tell you that

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ofdiscord:

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Normally, fires would not call her anywhere. Fire was a very primitive form of chaos– a new era called for a new form. So she sought more memorable, and harsh shapes. It is INDEED not the smoke which beckons her so sweetly. But screaming- panic and hysteria! So she dashes towards her quarry, only to find a feast slowly being burnt away. 

Serpentine movements carry her to the one who started it all. Part of her still fading into a dark smoke as she quickly moved to his side. “ What a shame. ” she purred. 

“ – that I could not witness this catastrophe you created… ”

                                    still remaining in a low tone he gave the other a proposition. "travel with me & I shall feed your need for chaos & destruction."

                            seeing the others appearance it was evident that she was not of this relm, a being of greater purpose that served no other purpose than to bring chaos & death where ever she deemed fit. without any thought crossing his mind, nimble fingers started to curl up letting an idle flame dance with every digit rotation. there was something about the other that was alluring, something that called him.

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INCORRECT STAR WARS QUOTES (x)

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@thefallenstarchild​ continued to dance with the devil

fingertips began to twitch & wiggle before allowing an apparition of fire to appear on the palm of his hand, it was nothing more then the celestial that stood before him gazing up at the sky. It didnt take much for him to conjure up the apparition, it was more of a pallor trick to say the least.

                  “Is that to your liking?”

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                     eyes lock with the celestial before uttering short yet sweet words "I can do tricks with my flames if you so wish"

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                             fingertips dug deep into the others flesh, letting the flames consume and burn the skin around them. not a single thought of mercy crossed through his mind, due to the fact that it was hellbent on death and mayhem & seeing the curtain call of fire consuming the village. Fingertips slowly lifting out of the others skin before allowing his fingertips to curl around the others right arm causing severe burns to blister the others skin. Moments passed before unwrapping his fingers from his arm and lifting a simple finger up to the others forehead “This will only take a moment.” letting the flames engulf the others head & seeing the lifeless body fall to the ground.

                        a deep chuckle escaped his mouth before waltzing out with the sound of mutilated screaming soothing his soul.

                                          ( @ofdiscord danced with the devil )

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                         his job had been completed & the deed had been done, the sensation sweeping across his body due to the pure pleasure knowing he'd wiped out so much greenery and potential animal homes. however, an odd feeling was altering his senses that he was being stalked by a nearby predator. as he walked forward small fireballs were being conjured in both his hands before swiftly turning around almost striking the creature. Eyes met with the cougars and yet he didnt burn it to the ground. ‘you shouldnt be following me, I only bring pain and suffering.’

@infernoisms       liked for a starter. 

                                             THE TRAIL WAS STILL SO HOT      almost uncomfortably so, but it was her only choice. The cougar was injured, hurt in a rush to try to protect her family - only to end up losing her way amidst the chaos. Cuts and gashes riddled the cat’s frame, but still she pressed on - following a trail of scorched footprints. Why? she didn’t know what else to do. This land was foreign to her, so she chose to pursue the only life she had found evidence of. Friend or foe, she’d find out soon enough. 

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                        the smell of sulphur filled his lungs, a soothing smell to say the least and he couldn't be any more pleased. there was something about a screams of innocent people while their flesh burst away slowly creating blisters and boils. with a simple curl of his fingertips a freshly heated fireball manifested itself into the palm of his hand, a swift movement caused the fireball to piece nearby walls and set anything around it alight.

                        there were few people who could muster up the strength or power to stop an unstoppable force such as man made fire. throughout his travels there wasnt a single town where brand left in tact, all that remained of the towns that he had visited were the charred remains of humans and the sweet smell of ash. throughout the destruction he could hear the faintest sound of footsteps creeping closer &

                        without any hesitation he flung a fireball at the approaching stranger feet hoping to strike a bit of fear into them, and yet not a single movement or flinch was shown from the other. “You’re the type of person who has nothing to lose arent you. that means its even sweeter to set your skin alight because no one would bat an eye if you were dead or not.”

                                              ( @lacerato danced with the devil )

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                      idle flames rested in the palm of his hand before letting eyes gaze on the other, it was a unpleasant sight to say the least seeing the all too goody goody crown guard look all prim and proper. he’d had a fateful encounter with her and her obnoxious brother sometime in the past, the amount of seething anger that lay dormant inside him waiting for the crown guard to cross his path once more.

                  “I specifically said to you, if you ever crossed my line of sight ever again your innards would be liquefied and your skin burnt to a crisp. if I were you, I’d be running along like the good little crown guard you are.”

                                             ( @variiae danced with the devil )

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warms paws on his feet. c:

               eyes dart down to the small feline creature resting their paws on his feet “how….cute.”

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                        yellow rings began to shroud his pupils, the feeling of a constant stream  of fire coursing through his veins gave him a sense of direction. there was a particular soothing feeling sweeping across his body seeing the landscape suffer & be consumed by the fires of wrath. To feel the ground being signed with every footstep made him feel like he was simply unstoppable & that nothing could stop the flames that burnt deep inside him.

                         the feeling of an oncoming surge of power, not quite excusable by a freak phenomenon but the arrival of another who feeds & feasts of the warm embrace of fire. Lips curled into a smirk before, his hand began to twitch and shake as he laid eyes on the other “If it isnt the half drake. the last time I remember seeing you was when you could barely light a candle. What brings you to my domain.”

                                            ( @alasfuror danced with the devil )

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                           digits curled around his hand watching the flame dance to a hypnotic rhythm that was almost too irresistible to ignore, there was a certain art to making an apparition of fire appear out of pure fire. eyes shifted across to the oncoming traveller, it was unusual to see someone venture out this far, let alone the area almost being consumed by fire which felt like home. palms began to spread out on a nearby tree trunk signing the outside of the bark.

                             “I would certainly hope you arent carrying anything flammable on you, knowing the travellers who wander aimlessly through the wasteland. Tell me, why shouldn't I send a bolt of fire right through your chest.”

                                      ( @inkuqu danced with the devil )