[Training] Molten Work

Maea

What you're given, what you live in
Darling, it finds a way to live in you

Half asleep on a rocky ledge overlooking a magma pool, the tigress dreamed of burning sheep. Someplace between sleeping and wakefulness, her half-lidded eyes perceived a herd of wooly beasts jumping across a molten river far in the distance, and in the flickering light and the rippling air, their black fur looked rippling hot. A quiet rumble of her stomach suggested a hunt might not be a bad idea. But her thoughts had finally settled enough to nap, and she was reluctant to move.

Until claws scraping over volcanic rock sounded through her torpor. A blue-laced ear twitched at the disturbance, trying to ignore it. When it repeated she toppled over onto a white shoulder, reluctantly prying open an eye to see what was going on. Seeing the fyrhund startled her; in an instant the tigress was on her feet, backing up warily; the only one of its kind she knew was not on good terms, and if it really was Astaroth...

But it smelled wrong. And something about its physique seemed slightly different. Perplexed, she sank down on her haunches with the heavy tail wrapped neatly around her paws. Studying the hound ,to try and figure out what this was about.

And your heart, love, has such darkness
I feel it in the corners of the room