ISKRA
He remembers the friendly ursur from before, but as then, Goose is too wary to consider friendship, especially now that he's put out with being startled. An utter chicken despite his name, the dog is nervous around companions he's unfamiliar with, especially if they seem like they could beat his ass (which is the majority).
"Fire mostly, but I also have lightning," he beams, utterly pleased with the elements that have found their way to him, if not entirely unsurprised given his lineage. It feels like both his mother and his father are alive inside him, a piece of them extending beyond death. "You?"
At the offer of company, Iskra's smile remains, a brief nod accepting it as he steps forward. "Definitely! We could have a go at it with each other, a little friendly test?" he tilts his head, never having had to handle someone else's magical attacks yet, and eager to trial his a bit better. The sound of cries in the distance sends Goose running towards them for a few strides, but he seems to think better of it even as Iskra's head turns and gaze narrows. "Stay!" he bids the husky, "just those damn wisps." Goose liked to chase and bite at them, making them dissolve on his tongue like spectral cotton candy, but the risk of plummeting off some drop of another wasn't one Iskra wanted to deal with right now.
"Fire mostly, but I also have lightning," he beams, utterly pleased with the elements that have found their way to him, if not entirely unsurprised given his lineage. It feels like both his mother and his father are alive inside him, a piece of them extending beyond death. "You?"
At the offer of company, Iskra's smile remains, a brief nod accepting it as he steps forward. "Definitely! We could have a go at it with each other, a little friendly test?" he tilts his head, never having had to handle someone else's magical attacks yet, and eager to trial his a bit better. The sound of cries in the distance sends Goose running towards them for a few strides, but he seems to think better of it even as Iskra's head turns and gaze narrows. "Stay!" he bids the husky, "just those damn wisps." Goose liked to chase and bite at them, making them dissolve on his tongue like spectral cotton candy, but the risk of plummeting off some drop of another wasn't one Iskra wanted to deal with right now.
Never felt a feeling of comfort
And all this time, I've been hiding
I'm at one with the silence
I found peace in your violence
And all this time, I've been hiding
I'm at one with the silence
I found peace in your violence
