this is the reckoning
Fire accepted not in terms of vehemence, but in intimidation, agreed with him, and he slunk further and further into the midst, following the leopard’s scent, and the one stoked in unfamiliarity. Eventually, his layers of Stygian pelt coaxed and melded into the fibers of the shadows, until he was a multitude of the darkness, the fronds, the overgrowth. His diligent, scrupulous gaze pierced and punctured over the rush of nettles, thorns, and finally the bird itself – the dazzling hues Aisha had already depicted giving it away. They were, in his opinion, flares and warning signs, dangerous, treacherous, upheavals and manifestations of those venomous emblems. And while he could be quite wrong, no harm would come if he was, and they’d simply record a beast with unusual coloring and be done with it.
It only took one stomp of his paws to curl a flame – bright and vivid, hostile and infernal. More and more came at his beck and call, sweeping through on vicious curls and coils, smoke pooling, billowing, an echo of what could come from his presence – enticing, striving, and trying to maneuver the bird out without too many extenuating circumstances.
It only took one stomp of his paws to curl a flame – bright and vivid, hostile and infernal. More and more came at his beck and call, sweeping through on vicious curls and coils, smoke pooling, billowing, an echo of what could come from his presence – enticing, striving, and trying to maneuver the bird out without too many extenuating circumstances.
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