Breathe Fire like a D.R.A.G.O.N

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Character: Twisted
Questing for: beginner and fire
Why seek this?: He wants to become stronger and is fascinated with fire.

The sunlight is retreating, sinking low over the horizon. Many hues of oranges, red and yellow light up the darkening sky. Soon, in the distance, he can see the first stars of the night, just showing themselves, just waking from their sleep. They glint over the snowy peaks of the mountain range. The cold air of the mountain range, the white, frigid snow. He looks to the west again, eyes narrowed against the light. His body is shadowed by a rock, who's shadow is long in the sunset. He is grateful that the sun is setting and it will be cool again.

He is burning up inside. The desert does not do much for him. His black fur doesn't help much either. His jaws are parted, tongue lolling out, and panting. His eye scans the horizon for an oasis, or some other source of water. He sees a green mass. Trees? A forest? He squints his eyes, looking harder. But they are. Trees! Forests! Shadows! His heart races. It can't be true! He has made it through the desert. Just as he thinks this, the last ray of light vanishes from the sky, leaving him in darkness.

But he doesn't mind. The moon lights his path as he makes his way among cactus, shrubs and other desert plants. He sees rocks big and small, silhouetted in the moonlight. Above him, stretching to the horizon and beyond, the silent stars twinkle. He pauses in his long strides to look up at them. They look the same as they did back then, way beyond the horizon. But at the same time, they don't. The night air cools him and he is comfortable again. He mostly travels at night, when it is the right temperature for a thick-furred creature like him to be roaming about.

He is seeking something, as he races towards the distant, but closer trees. He is seeking a power that is not handed out lightly, he knows. His paws lightly skim the ground for a reason, carrying him out of the desert for a purpose. He wants fire. He wants to bend it to his will, to control it, to kill with it. He wants to make a fire ball as big and hot and flaming as the sun. He wants to see the bodies of his enemies sizzling under his fire breath. He wants to feel the heat of the flames, but not be burned as they lick his fur. He wants to have so much power of the flames, that even they will not be quenched by water. He wants to become one with the flames, have them envelop his body and set his fur ablaze, but not feel a thing, except maybe a gentle heat. He wants to scare his challengers away when he is ablaze, if he wins a land. He wants fire.

The fire in his thoughts seem to be alive in his eyes, for they glitter red for a moment before they return to their normal state. Even his blind left eye does, though he still can't see out of it. He smirks as he trots on, drawing closer to the trees that appear to be moving farther and farther away with every step he takes. But he doens't notice, and he hurries on, wanting to make it to the cool forest before sunrise. He looks up, eyes clearing.

He is here to find Kimo, the one, who is said, will grant him this wonderful power to control the flames. Kimo lives in the desert, and that is the only reason why he has wanted to enter the godforsaken place in the first time. He will never visit it again if he can. He doesn't like the desert. It is uncomfortably hot and dry. He doesn't understand how Kimo can survive it. If he is uncomfortable after a number of days, how can Kimo live his life in the desert?

Instantly, he stops. He should have arrived at the lush, green forest he had seen earlier. But why isn't he there? Then something in his mind clicks. He has fallen for the same trick that so many before had fallen for. What he has been following is an illusion, a mirage. The forest he longs to be in is really far away in the distance, perhaps a moons walk from the horizon. He has come to truely understand the name of the desert, the Desert of Illusive Sands, the same way that the wolves and equines before him have. His heart sinks.

Before him is just the endless sands of the desert, the cactus and the rocks. He could be traveling for ages before he might reach the other side. The sands are dangerous and a good place to starve if one isn't careful, he realizes. Now, he realizes the full danger he has put himself it, the ditch he has dug and can't climb out of. Endless. The sands are endless, something tells him that. He frowns, looking ahead. In the distance, he can make out the green, leafy tops of the forest, taunting him. It appears so close, yet in reality, it is so far away.

For the first time since he has set a paw in the godforsaken sands, he looks back. He looks back over his shoulder, at the cactus and the rocks and the many plants he has left in his wake. Mainly, he looks at his paw prints. There is a trail in the sand, going back as far as he can see. His eye follows them up to where he is currently standing, and back. As he watches, realizing how alone he is and feeling very insignificant, the night wind starts up. It is gentle, sweeping over the sand. It erases his tracks like they are nothing. Now he really is alone, without his prints to guide him back.

Mentally he kicks himself. He has been alone many times before, so why should this time bother him now? But has he ever felt this insignificant? The desert is so large. He compares himself to the desert. Him the ant, the desert the endless blades of grass on the forest floor. The forest floor. Oh how he longs to be there and not here, stuck in the desert, lost and with no where to go except forward. And forward has gotten him no where.

Out of dismay, he howls. He is certain that no one will hear him and that he will frighten away any potential prey, but he doesn't care. He howls his longing for the flames that he wants, and he howls for Kimo, in vain, hoping that he will hear and answer. Mentally, he kicks himself again. How will Kimo hear his call when he is out in the middle of nowhere? His voice is the deep voice of a mature wolf, singing the song that if the humans, in a far off land hear, will think is haunted. The moon shines down on him, a lone figure amongst the sweeping, endless sands of the desert.

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The swirls of sand began to flow almost in answer to his call soon growing larger and larger a sandstorm way but it wasnt more like a small cyclone. The wind twirling around the wolf and him stuck in the middle of the twister. A side of it opened a large metallic purple hoof stepping from the sand particles then a large head and then finally his fifteen handed frame was fully out the sand dispersing like it was never there to begin with. His pelt was the color of a black onyx swirled with deep violet making it seem almost mystic like. When he opened his eyes fast they seemed like deep silver pools full of a mystic substance and seemed to challenge the moon with their silvery substance. His tassles that whipped across his face and rump were the color gold so fine it shone like the sun above. His head large knowing this horse to be way intelligent and far to long deprived of companionship.

The stag merely smiled and let the sand engulf both of them in a blink of an eye only to be carried away like a feather in the wind. When the sand disppeared like they were never there Komi and the wolf were standing on a grassy ground true it was real but only Komi made it real. His nuzzle pointed to the dripping water pool and everything else. "Komi is here what is it that you wish of him" he asked in ancient tones not of this era but of centuries ago.

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He steps back, looking around him as the sand twister engulfs him. He watches the swirling walls of sand, something telling him that he won't be able to fight this with tooth and claw. Perhaps this is another desert trick? But it didn't seem natural. Before the sand was just... just there. He narrows his eyes and a low growl leaves his throat.

The growl get stuck in his throat, however, when a metallic purple hoof steps in. And then a tall, ebony body that hinted to contain a bit of deep violet as well. The were deep silver orbs, and his mane and tail a shocking gold. He looks up at the horse, feeling smaller still. Here he was, a black wolf with a strange marking over his blind eye. Simple as that. And he is facing a horse that is.. well, unusual.

But then something more shocking happens. When the stag blinks, the sand just falls away and he is standing in a clearing. The grass was so lush beneathi his paws, and he looks down, walking in a circle, amazed. He followed the stag's muzzle to the pool of water, and he greedily laps up some. The trees are nice in the moonlight.

He looks up as the stag says his name. Komi. So this is the ancient god. Komi? I seek the power of fire and flames. I know you can give it to me. His voice is soft and silky. His eyes travel around the clearing once more before they return to the stag. Oh, and I'm Twisted... if you want to know or anything...

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Sure Komi was a guy so the soft and silky voice didnt work Komi merely smiled thought. "Fire and flames you see so deadly can they be" he said. "Can you handle the fire or will you fall to its deadly blaze for you to be able to master it you must complete a simple task" he said. He soon began to circle the lone wolf his silver eyes watching the wolfs movement thinking of a task most suited to the wolf. "Seek the one they call Chaos take a tendril of her fair hair and bring it back to me then you will be granted you wish" he said ever so smoothly then the stag was gone in a flurry of sand and his voice rang out "Komi will be waiting upon your return" his voice seemed to whisper through the wind.

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Chaos. He hasn't heard the name before, but he doesn't complain. He turns away from Komi, sad that he has to leave the fair woods. He looks around him one last time, breathing in the forest air, feeling the soft blades of grass beneath his paws. Then he takes a breath and steps back out into the desert. He wants to look behind him, but he knows that if he does, he will want to stay.

Behind him, he hears the soft rustling of sand, and can't resist. He turns and sees the desert. Komi is gone, but what is that? His voice. Twisted stops, looking around him. A gentle desert breeze blows as the sun rises in the horizon. On in, he hears Komi's voice: Komi will be waiting upon your return.

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Back to the mirage he runs, streaking across the desert, day and night. He only pauses in his stride to drink a bit of water from an oasis, or to hunt a passing rabbit. His paws kick up the dry sand, letting it blow in the wind or fall back to the ground, as lifeless as ever.

His heart races almost as fast as his paws, and he is panting through the four hairs that he holds tightly in his mouth. Paws thud on the sand, leaving imprints, but he doesn't care. The sun beats down on his body, but he doesn't mind. One thing in in his mind. One thing. Fire.

When he reaches the place where he had seen Komi last, he howls his call. Then he waits for the god to show himself once more.

Let {Chaos} Run Free

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The brute did not need to voice his call cause Komi saw all. From the little bit between him and the little fae Chaos and the deep determination of the dark brute. The silver eyes watched him seeing if he was truely capable of wielding the fire which could kill all. The gust of wind blew hard and Komi stood before him taking the precious hairs. Fire swirled around Komi making the sand turn to shards of glass of the intense heat sure Komi was an expert the brute Twisted would never have a inferno like his unless he kept question for now he would do wth trying to create a flame which was harder than expected. Soon the other elements joined in created ice,earth, water, wind and the shape shifter of the bear, wolf, eagle, and the deer but the flam a fire stood out amomg all and it seemed it came out of the illusion in a swirl of heat it entered Twisted body and everything was over just like that. "You have been granted the gift of fire use your powers wisely and make Komi proud of his decision" the stag voiced. Then Komi shifted into an eagle a screeh erupting from the mouth and the bird was off into flight never to be seen again until later much later.

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The flames. The glorious flames. He watches in amzement as the god shows off his powers. Then the flames swirl and turn, finally entering him. He feels warmth and a tingling sensation before it is gone, just like the eagle in the horizon. He looks at himself and expriments with his new powers. He tries to makes rings of flame around him like Komi, but only succees in making a small twig catch fire. Frowning, he tries to make a ball of fire in the air, but only a puff of smoke appears, before vanishing into the air. Teh brute shrugs. Did he really expect to master the power the first time he tried? No, not really. He has to practice, and he will practice hard. He nods to the place where hte bird vanished and turns, running back across the scorching desert. Some day, he will return, return to gain more experience and become stornger.