[PQ] [RQ] into the grit and grime

Iskra

If I could just lay my head down and rest
If there was nothing to fight or protect

As they scatter from their original view of the gates and the section of trench there, Iskra leaves the explanations to Deimos and nods at his assigned area. "We're on it!" he affirms, we being of course, he and Goose. Turning to stalk down his length, peering over the edge every so often as he went, Iskra finished sipping at his coffee by the time they arrived to their area.

Goose immediately dashed in, barking and furious with a disproportionate outrage. Iskra knew that could only mean one thing, as there's little else that could angrily animate his best friend so. "Fucking ningos," he sighs, and Goose seems to echo the sentiments as he tries to chase the idiotic birds out. "Watch out!" Iskra calls down to the mongrel, and in an instant, flicks a ribbon of flame to life. He folds it in on the nest, burning away the built comforts of the birds to further chase them from this most inappropriate roosting site.

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Goose chases the ningos out and Iskra burns their nest materials

Fire Manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control flames. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action

Maybe then I could finally be free
Maybe death is like falling asleep