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    The Lick of Flame, an Unseen Symphony; OPEN
    Topic Started: Oct 9 2014, 01:39 AM (323 Views)
    Harabec Rennoch


    | Summer, 8AR

    Smoke billowed thickly, as flames licked the air - ephemeral black columns reaching up, like giant spectral fingers seeking to grasp the overcast sky. The smell of charring and woodsmoke dominated the area for at least a mile, and the chorus of tittering rain and chirruping birds was underscored by a dull roar, and punctuated by loud cracks and pops, and occasionally brought to a crescendo of tearing wood as fire-touched trees collapsed under their own weight, falling to the ground with awful crashes. Motes of ash and flitting embers danced with the thin rain, as thick leaves curled and blackened under the fearsome inferno.

    Harabec stood on a small cliff, some fifteen feet high, surveying the flaming devastation he had wrought. He stood erect, for once, his upper back protesting and clicking as he exaggeratedly gestured at the flames, raising some, extinguishing others, keeping still others on a low burn. He looked like some kind of crazed conductor, his ministrations punctuated with physical flourishes; a stormy ocean of movement that his wide brimmed hat only just managed to steer a course through. Ostensibly, it was just mindless destruction, some mad wizard exercising his command over the elements, revelling in their awesome power.

    It wasn't though. As he stood with his arms open, keeping the flames burning consistently against the drizzling rain, beads of sweat dripped down his pallid face, adding a certain bedraggled aspect to his dishevelled character. He was brought back to his childhood on the Southwestern Isle, burning patches of woodland for villages to grow crops, or to removed sections of disease-carrying trees and thus save whole patches of forest from horrid decay. This particular patch of wood, raised as it was on a slight verge, was preventing the growth of a stand of oak and cherry below it. The soil here was rough and rocky, the vast trees sucking all the goodness from it and preventing the growing of woodland flowers - that the bees would feeds on, and the birds would feed on the bees, and the humans would feed on the birds. Reducing these mighty firs to ash would feed the ground, and feed the forest as a whole in one continual, glorious cycle of death and rebirth.

    Besides, he had not practiced his pyromancy in some time, and he much preferred such elemental expression to have a constructive aspect, as opposed to mindless combustion and the drudgery of target practice. How did that help anyone?

    So absorbed by his task was he, that he failed to hear the patting approach of footsteps - his ears full of sounds of forest and fire, his eyes shut as he sensed the movement of the flames, the transfers of energy. It was like an intangible orchestra, as if he were guiding an unseen symphony of many parts. As the figure neared, he was snapped from his reverie, wheeling with wide eyes, his hat half spinning on his head with the violence of the motion.

    "Ah! I didn't hear you there!"
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    Seian Verian
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    Seian still wasn't sure what to make of his situation. That lizardman had put a collar on him, as if he were a pet, but he'd been left to wander. He had no shelter, no care. The collar did seem to be unusual somehow, Seian could tell that much, but he wasn't sure how to make sense of the energy that radiated from it. For now, he stalked through the forest, hoping to find some prey to hunt.

    Seian hadn't been walking long when he smelled smoke. It seemed to be downwind, so it had to be close for him to be smelling it, even in the forest. His ears flattened and his tail drooped a bit, going a bit between his legs. Fire didn't tend to mean good things in the middle of a forest, did it? Although... Maybe it was a campfire, and there were people? He decided to check it out, even not knowing how anyone there might react.

    As he approached, he swiftly realized that it was not a campfire- However, there was a figure in the midst of it. Seian picked up his pace, worried for whoever the figure was. As he approached though, he began sensing a strange energy, not entirely unlike that from his collar, but also different. He realized that it must be magic, for lack of a better term. He got closer, and soon realized that the fire was actually creating the flames. He slowed his pace, nervous, and then the figure turned and addressed him.

    Harabec would see a rather tall and long dragon in front of him, with dark blue fur and golden markings, and an exceptionally long tail. The dragon whimpered a bit, and it was pretty clearly quite anxious as it pawed the ground, with paws that looked much like hands. There was a collar around its neck for some reason, and he might note that it was magical.
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    The wizard paused in his elemental direction, turning fully around from his commanding position on the ridge. His robes whirled with him, covering his scrawny body for the merest second before settling back into place. A look of shock and surprise overtook his soot-covered features, and the last words of his greeting stuck in his throat.

    A dragon, unlike any he had ever seen or studied, stood before him. He regarded it quizzically, though with a longing curiosity. The feathers, and the hue... perhaps from Angkar? It was certainly different from the forest dragons he had encountered here, in Soto - those tended to be muted greens and browns, moss and grass growing on their hunched backs. Some odd genetic mutations produced feathers in the far peaks of Do'Suul. But this wyrm seemed a tad more canine in its attitude, which he had never heard of before. He quickly dismissed such tangents from his mind - what on earth was it doing here? Thoughts pulsed like coursing blood through his conciousness, before he settled on the ubiquitous draconic greeting.

    He stood erect, wincing slightly as his upper back cracked with the exertion, and raised his arms. Flames gouted behind him for the quickest of heartbeats, and he inflated his lungs before expelling the air quickly in a huff. The flames then extinguished themselves, leaving the managed inferno to burn its natural course. Although he could not emit flames from his nostrils as a proper dragon would, those that he had encountered on Soare almost universally responded to this gesture in kind - an announcement of presence, and of status, according to the latest studies.

    He smiled, an excitement growing in his breast. What a specimen!
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    She'd been walking along, minding her own business, lost in her thoughts when she thought she smelled something. Smoke? That was odd. She didn't think there were any settlements around here, and although it was somewhat warm, she didn't think any fires could start naturally at this temperature.. but there was the smell again, persistent and utterly confounding her. That is, until she looked off to one direction where she'd known a forest to be, catching sight of the large columns of billowing black smoke rising up high into the air. Well that wasn't right. It couldn't be! Today wasn't that hot. There were no lightning strikes. Which could only mean one thing to the fox: somebody was a firebug! Oh, how she hated arsonists. Destroying things with no regard as to what might live there or rely on what they were burning! That made her angry, and with angry thoughts rattling around in her mind, she took off at once towards the blaze.


    "Heeeeeey!"

    There was a shouting, off in the distance. It sounded female, though one couldn't be too sure due to how far away it sounded.

    "Heey!"

    And there it was again. Closer, this time. Any near the forest blaze would hear it -- it was painfully obvious now, closer, and approaching rapidly. Soon, loud footfalls could be head. Like the one making the noise was running. Any who turned might see the Nogitsune sprinting, full-speed, towards the one she deemed to be conducting the fires. She probably wasn't too far-off, she thought, what with those wacky arm motions! It looked like he was conduction a symphony! Putting most of her weight onto her right foot, she leaped forward when she was close, sliding forwards slightly from her momentum on the dirt. She stomped her foot once on the ground, hard, directly behind him, and yelled, nearly at the top of her lungs:

    "HEY! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

    After her little outburst, she remained silent, puffing her cheeks up slightly in a bid to look slightly more.. intimidating, perhaps?

    The Nogitsune was livid, that much was obvious to anyone observing. After all, nature was one of the greatest things in life, to her!
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    Seian Verian
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    Seian winced when the flames rose up again as the mage gestured, but when they didn't come forth to burn him, and the wizard gave a snort, he calmed a bit. Hm, snorting back felt right. Seian gave a little snort himself, though he couldn't conjure fire easily enough to give a similar display in return. It was a greeting, right? It seemed appropriate, since he was a dragon and all. It wasn't much in the way of actual communication, but it seemed reassuring somehow.

    Suddenly, his ears pricked up, and he turned to look in the direction of something that wasn't clear at first. But then it was clearer, a voice in the distance, quickly approaching. Seian didn't know what it was saying, but it was loud, and seemed to desire attention. Then he saw a fox-woman rushing in and.... Yelling at the mage? Seian wasn't sure what to make of it, but he was on edge. There wasn't going to be fighting, was there?

    ...And he hoped the feeling of something else bigger coming was a false alarm. He wasn't certain, but he was very nervous right now...
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    The sage's eyes narrowed as he observed the odd wrym before him. Its reaction wasn't quite as he expected - it seemed confused, eyes darting between him and the landscape. It gave a snort in response to his own, but produced no flame, nor even any kind of energy exulsion. The wizard raised a solitary eyebrow at this apparent failure of communication - perhaps he had mistimed his own greeting. But then again, it was a rather strange dragon - perhaps it couldn't express flame. That would be very odd though - even the sea dragons belched flame!

    He hesitated, before moving to his pack, left casually at the drunk of another spreading fir. He rummaged through it, disturbing the collection of notebooks and tomes and scraps of paper, coming at last to his little store of food. He tore off a hunk of dried meat, and made to return, before delving back in and retrieving his long pipe and leather pouch full of tobacco, and taking up his brass staff, leaning against the trunk of the tree.

    He used the stick to aid in his walking - in his pyromantic trance he was somewhat divorced from his physicality, but now he was concious the gout in his feet was flaring rather painfully. He hobbled towards the dragon, wincing a little at the pain, staff striking the earth as he did so. Hunched over, using the metal rod as support, he offered the scrap of meat to the odd creature with an outstretched hand.

    There came a crash, and an angry voice, and the wizard tutrned his head shraply, so quickly that his hat dropped from his head. The moment was broken, and he shuffled to face her, keeping one wary eye on the feathered dragon. It took him a moment to register that she was not quite human - my, how the forest produced such a plethora of creatures! He spke, his voice reeed-thin, and a little hoarse from the smoke.

    "A little forestry, my dear. A little destruction, so that creation can bloom once more."
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    She tilted her head slightly, her silver locks swaying slightly with a small breeze that blew by.

    "Eeeh? Let me think about that for a minute. I don't think I quite understand how burning down a forest makes it grow..."

    She was silent for a while, then. She just watched the smouldering trees, and examined the dragon-like creature just sort of sitting there. She put a finger to her lips, the other making its way to her hip, and she took a few steps forwards past the old mage, staring at the dragon. She stared hard, and long, and it looked like she was staring straight into his soul -- before her face brightened up into a smile, reaching a hand out to pat the drake on the nose.

    "I guess I get it now. Some trees don't allow for other, smaller plants to grow, right?" She turned to the mage, nodding a few times. "Yes, that must be it."

    She almost felt a little bad for startling the older-looking man, though she almost knew for sure she had him beat in years lived -- her age was nothing to sneeze at! His voice made her feel a little worse for scaring him, too, and she scratched the back of her head.

    "Hey, um.. I'm sorry about the whole bein' mad thing. I guess I just act too quickly sometimes, you know how it is." She looked back to the feathered dragon on the ground, patting its nose again. "Oh, and I apologize for the whole 'interrupting the moment' thing too!" She smiled genuinely, all five of her soft, silvery tails wiggling around on the ground happily.
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    Seian Verian
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    Seian stared at the other two, not understanding any of their conversation. It was frustrating, and he found, a bit depressing, that he couldn't understand the words of those around him, nor could they understand him. He wished there was something he could do... He wasn't stupid, nor a simple beast, but no one could really tell.

    Regardless of the language barrier, he did sense that the fox-woman's anger was subsiding. And yet, his feeling of unease didn't recede, and he felt a smaller unease when the woman stared at him, though it was relieved somewhat when she patted him on the nose. He nuzzled back at her, closing his eyes, but then suddenly looked to the left into the woods, sharply. He seemed to shrink down a bit, whimpering... He wasn't totally sure, but something felt very very wrong, and he thought he'd heard something... Was he just paranoid? Regardless, his anxiety was at very high levels right now, and it showed.
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    The man's eyes remained on the dragon before him, which seemed a little shy, with a flickering around the eyes that suggested more than a little skittishness in its character. He sighed, and bent to replace his fallen hat atop his head, before he straightened somewhat, his hand tightening around the staff as he did so. He took a small bite of the dried meat himself, before pocketing the remainder. Chewing thoughtfully, he turned to fully appraise the new figure that had burst forth from the bowels of the trees.

    He considered the new arrival, her vivid clothing, the numerous tails sprouting from her posterior, the silver hair - wait, were those ears?! He raised his eyebrows a little, still chewing the tough meat thoughtfully. My, what a day for unusual specimens! He swallowed lightly, before speaking out in his thin voice.

    "There is no need to apologise my dear. Indeed! There is a stand of oak and cherry just to the north, and the firs here are blocking the sun for them. The cherries help feed the birds, and with stronger trees more fruit will blossom. Here..." he gestured to site of the fallen firs "Flowers will eventually grow, which feeds the bees, who the birds feed on. It all a wonderful cycle, really, I was just doing my bit to help it along and practice my art."

    He paused a moment, before asking a hesitant question.

    "All of those tails can't be for balance, surely?"

    The fire popped and crackled loudly behind him - it was burning low, now that he was not animating the leaping flames, and would likely not spread to engulf the whole glade. He took a deep breath, and smiled - he had been at that trance for at least an hour. Suddenly, the dragon before him looked sharply at the treeline, as if sensing something. Harabec frowned, his eyes now locked to where the wrym was looking.

    "I think we might be about to be disturbed..."

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    She simply listened and nodded when the mage spoke. There was a pleased look upon her face. This man wasn't a despicable, destructive nature-hater after all! He was a peaceful, kind nature-lover who only wanted to help the cycle of life along on its merry way. She watched some of the low flames as the mage spoke; her head moved around once every few seconds, and the others might think she wasn't paying attention to the old mage due to these movements when he asked his question, but she responded very quickly, and with a certain jovial attitude as well.

    "Oh, no, of course not. I get a new one about every eighty years or so, ya know! They're sort of a signifier of wisdom and stuff among my race, and the more you have, it's usually deemed the more you know -- and the more powerful you are."

    She nodded, crossing her arms under her bust matter-of-factly before the drake's head darted off into the brush. She slowly turned her head that way, tilting it slightly with a puzzled look on her face. Her silver hair swayed a tiny bit in a passing breeze; though it didn't look much like she had ANY sort of guard up, she was quite aware of her surroundings. She took a few steps forward, her silky garment fluttering some, opening her mouth and stopping a little ways towards where the dragon was looking.

    "Heellooooo?"
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    Seian Verian
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    The crackling of the fire grew louder. And louder. Soon, it became clear that it wasn't just from the fire that Harabec had created, and indeed there was a glow coming from the direction of the forest that Seian was looking. But then it became not just a crackle, but a buzz, as if a swarm of insects were approaching. Seian heard it first, and he bolted in the opposite direction, terrified of whatever was coming.

    The buzz turned into a roar, and soon an inferno began blazing toward the three. This was no natural fire, however. Something was causing it, and intensifying it, burning everything it came across. Eventually the insects would stream through the trees, an immense swarm that threatened to blot out anything it engulfed, which would soon be ash.

    Seian ran, and ran, but soon looked back for his companions. if he didn't see them, he would stop, concerned for their safety, but he would not stop long enough to allow the flames to engulf him...
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    The scholar pushed back the hat on his head as he peered into the lush undergrowth, feeling the air cool the beaded sweat upon his brow. A faint rushing sound pricked at his ears, and his eyes narrowed and his brows knotted as he tried vainly to discern what exactly it was. It increased in intensity, becoming a dull roar - and he was utterly struck by familiarity. It wasn't quite like a waterfall, its modulations were a little more frantic, nor was it produced by the fire.

    He saw a bright insect appear from behind a leaf, buzzing quite loudly. Harabec thought the poor soul must be a little lost - or worse, his habitat had been destroyed by the wizard's pyromantic display. Then another appeared, and another. His eyes widened, the eyebrows going slack as he realised the source of the sound as a vast host of the insects appeared, like a black cloud.

    They almost formed a writhing black limb, so many thousands of them there were! And he could feel their heat from where he stood, a good twenty feet away. He wheeled to the odd, many tailed fellow, grasping weakly at their shoulder.

    "RUN!"

    The dragon had already taken flight, and he frantically hobbled after it, the pain in his feet flaring as he took bounding strides, aided by his staff. He was tired after his magical exertion, and didn't know if he had the ability to summon a wall of flame that would incinerate them. No, a pond or a river would have to suffice!

    He broke into the undergrowth after the dragon, branches wipping against his body, hoping the odd fellow had heeded his words. He could feel the pursuit of the swarm behind him, feel its seething rage.
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    She had heard the buzzing; that much was sure, because after the other two took off from the horde of large, stinging insects, she was quickly behind -- and then most likely keeping up with or even surpassing them, giving no regard for the elegant cloth she wore, uncaring if it got caught or torn on stray branches or brush. Her silvery hair and tails fluttered in the wind as she ran from the insects, cursing her luck that she'd need to get wet in order to evade the insects. Always me, she thought, always me. At least the old wizard had been nice enough to give her instruction, even if it was obvious! She'd make sure to thank him later.

    She cursed that it hadn't rained recently; at least then small puddles or perhaps large ditches would have filled with water, but there was no such luck. Bandits and various ruffians, she may have been okay with -- but why bugs? You couldn't really hurt a swarm of bugs without hurting them all, and that was pretty hard to do with bladed weapons, or a small fireball, and they just didn't know when to give up. Even if you somehow killed a hundred, there were still a thousand that were angry! And so she ran, and ran -- hoping the dragon and wizard were still near her, since she wasn't quite looking back while she ran -- and would, eventually, come over a hill and to a small pond, shouting out something about "WATER!" before jumping in, staying under for quite a few moments..
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    Seian Verian
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    Seian ran, terrified of the swarm of fiery insects that was following them. Normal bees were bad enough, why did the forest have fire bees?! How and why would such a thing ever evolve? Maybe it was just a mutation or enchantment from the strange "magical" energy that was in this world. Regardless, right now he was trying to be very, very far away from them, which did not give him the chance to analyze them.

    Seian had already started heading toward the pond before Murakumo had called out, though it was too far away for him to consciously realize before then. He jumped in right after her, hoping that the old man would be able to follow swiftly.
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    The sage old man bounded through the undergrowth with an alacrity that would have been impossibly were it not for the stinging whips of panic. Leaves and trees and branches bustled in his shaking vision as he hurdled fallen logs, occasionally grasping a sliver of silver or a multicoloured flash which provided something of a compass for him. He blundered into a bush and stumbled against its drooping greenery, the whipping sounds of the leaves overtaken by the dull roar that seemed to be getting ever closer.

    Fresh sweat coursed down his face, cutting veins of rivers through the grey-black ash that had collected upon his cheeks. His lungs burned with the exertion, and he began producing a desperate yelp with each breath, as if his throat was scraping against itself. It was times like these that really made him reconsider his smoking habit. A bee flew past his ear, producing a terrible sound - and he glanced at it for the merest second. Was it... aflame?

    His thoughts were interrupted by deep splash of water, coming from the right. He turned in that direction, balled fists furiously pumping, as he careened around a smooth black stone. He stumbled, and nearly lost his footing, before a pond suddenly loomed out in front of him. It was a fair drop, some ten feet, but he hadn't the time to prevaricate.

    He sailed through the air, landing heavily on his shoulder and rolling haphazardly into its murky depths. His head crested the water, sucking in asir, before he submerged himself once more, just as the swarm descended on the watery trio, dancing like fierce lights over the lapping waters.
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