... Luna was starting to tire again; the exhaustion was now so deeply ingrained into her muscles she was sure the she would not be able to move again. Even as this thought crossed her mind Luna found that she was too exhausted to carry on and her legs lost all strength. Stumbling Luna fell into a tumbled heap into the ground, her hair spilling like a pool of moonlight on the dark ground. For a few minutes but it felt longer Luna laid, her face pressed against the cool fragrant earth, her limbs sprawled where she had fallen. Closing her eyes Luna just concentrated on breathing, she could feel her heart pounding against the solid earth, she could swear it was so loud the slavers would be able to follow the sound and hunt her down.
So she lay for what could have been minutes or hours she wasn’t quite sure time was not behaving correctly for her. It was then that she heard the large crunch of a booted foot nearby the foot fall was heavy and it crunched through the undergrowth. Luna lay still, there was nowhere to move nowhere to hide, her best bet was to feign unconsciousness and see what was to come. The footsteps got nearer and nearer until they stopped right beside her, the next thing she knew was pain as her face was lifted from the ground by her hair being tugged roughly upwards. Despite the pain she made no sound and kept her features lax, the adrenalin was coursing through her veins and the element of surprise were her only hopes.
It was a man, she could tell from the rough grunting breaths and his large rough hands. Opening her eyes and fraction of an inch she looked at him. He was scruffy, unkempt and the smell of him was enough to make her gag she could tell he was one of the slavers, it seemed this one had some skills in tracking. He had a nasty, dirty looking sword in his hand and a dagger strapped to his belt, he also didn’t seem the brightest of men, apart from nearly breaking her spine as he pulled her face up to him he seemed to have no idea what to do with her. Luna knew this wasn’t good; he was the kind of stupid that might just gut her to simplify things.
Moving on instinct alone Luna reached out with a snake like movement and grabbed his dagger then with all the force and aggression she possessed she slashed across his chest. The splash of crimson sprayed out bright in the moonlight as did his howl of pain. He instantly dropped her, his now free hand springing to his chest. However it seemed he had a little more sense in him than Luna had thought and she had to scramble backwards, tripping over her own feet to get away from him as he brought his dirty short sword round to try and fend off the threat.
Luna fell to the floor and rolled away from him knowing she was lucky to be alive as his sword had been aimed across her throat. However a stinging sensation in her right arm told her she had not got away unscathed. She knew that she would have to end this quickly, there was no other option, there was no rescue coming and she was tiring fast. Looking up she saw he had staggered away from her too, a rough plan had formed in her mind and she knew nothing better would come to her. Pulling herself to her feet Luna ran full tilt at him screaming bloody murder. Predictably he swung his blade horizontally aiming for where her head should be but Luna had ducked, avoiding the blade she kept running at him. His swing had taken the sword far off to the right and Luna took full advantage, running in dagger held firm in her hand she barrelled into his chest and they both went tumbling to the floor.
The forest was silent for a minute or two and nothing moved within its stillness, even the wind seemed to quiet. Then very slowly Luna began to rise, pulling herself up onto her knees she looked around. The man laid a little way from her, his slack face upturned to the canopy above, the bone hilt of the dagger protruding from his chest a black stain spilling out around its point, he was dead. Luna looked at him for a long moment, her entire body shaking as the shock started to kick in and the adrenalin started to wear off. She looked down at herself, for the second time in a few days she was drenched in blood. Luna took a gasping breath trying to keep down the horror and disgust she felt, she had killed a man, she had ended someone’s life and as this realisation overtook her tears began to fall thick and fast.
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Seraphina smiled softly back at her father as she saw the warm, indulgent smile he only wore for her light up his face. He gestured for her to take her appointed seat next to his own, a grand throne like chair with intricate carvings all over its dark polished surface, the only difference between them was the size and height. Her ladies came around behind her and stood unobtrusively off to the side, this was not their place and she would not need them properly until after the council session. Sitting neatly in her cushioned chair Seraphina positioned herself so her long skirt pooled tidily around her, back straight and poised she assumed a regal expression, she was here to support her father and it seemed like today he needed it.
Watching as the large doors into the hall were pushed open in a wide sweeping gesture, Seraphina glanced out the corner of her eyes and saw her father’s face become furious, a look she had not seen on his face in quite some time. Turning her eyes back to the hall she watched as the Seneschal made his way nervously up the hall, he looked pale and sweaty and she had the impression he was the bringer of bad news. In a timid and faltering voice Broadmere announced the arrival of a … Minstrel. A Minstrel was the cause of all this commotion. Seraphina sat up a little straighter, her violet eyes watchful as the man swaggered into the hall. She was not sure what she had been expecting but he certainly wasn’t it, he looked nothing like any minstrel she had ever seen at any ball or fete.
For now she just watched him intently while he and her father bandied words, all the while she was left in a state of shock at the nerve of the minstrel. Did he not realise to whom he was addressing in his insolent tone, from what she could surmise he was claiming that land was unduly taken from his family. As hard as she tried to hide it she was sure that her face may have betrayed how affronted and insulting she found his attitude. Did he believe that because he had a handsome face he could speak in such a way to a Lord, to his betters?
Finally his demands were made, all he wished was to play for them for the three nights of festivities and nothing more, with that done he would apparently relinquish all claim upon the lands. As the minstrel confirmed his request his eyes left her father for the first time and alighted on her, looked her over and winked. If her father had not been already taxed by this upstart Seraphina would have demanded that this commoner be taught a lesson about insolence to those above his station however as it was she had been the only one to have seen it. Catching his eye in return she scowled at him for the merest of moments before turning her nose up and looking away from him.
By the time she looked around again the minstrel was gone from the hall, presumably he had been given a place to stay in the castle. They were once again alone, well apart from her ladies, the Seneschal and a guard or two and Seraphina allowed her emotions to run. Rising quickly but gracefully she paced before her father.
“I have never met someone with the insolence to speak thusly before a Lord. How dare he? Who does he think he is, coming in here with his demands!” She seethed quietly, never losing her poise or acting in an undignified manner, she had been brought up with the correct posture and behaviour since birth and it was as natural as breathing. Taking a deep breath she gave herself a mental shake and once again returned to her cool and proper behaviour, stopping her pacing and looking at her father. “Was there any more court business to attend to father? If not I have duties to see to in preparation for tonight,” She smiled warmly, “most importantly I must see that my gown and mask are all arranged for the masque, it would not do for any to outshine me.”
Watching as the large doors into the hall were pushed open in a wide sweeping gesture, Seraphina glanced out the corner of her eyes and saw her father’s face become furious, a look she had not seen on his face in quite some time. Turning her eyes back to the hall she watched as the Seneschal made his way nervously up the hall, he looked pale and sweaty and she had the impression he was the bringer of bad news. In a timid and faltering voice Broadmere announced the arrival of a … Minstrel. A Minstrel was the cause of all this commotion. Seraphina sat up a little straighter, her violet eyes watchful as the man swaggered into the hall. She was not sure what she had been expecting but he certainly wasn’t it, he looked nothing like any minstrel she had ever seen at any ball or fete.
For now she just watched him intently while he and her father bandied words, all the while she was left in a state of shock at the nerve of the minstrel. Did he not realise to whom he was addressing in his insolent tone, from what she could surmise he was claiming that land was unduly taken from his family. As hard as she tried to hide it she was sure that her face may have betrayed how affronted and insulting she found his attitude. Did he believe that because he had a handsome face he could speak in such a way to a Lord, to his betters?
Finally his demands were made, all he wished was to play for them for the three nights of festivities and nothing more, with that done he would apparently relinquish all claim upon the lands. As the minstrel confirmed his request his eyes left her father for the first time and alighted on her, looked her over and winked. If her father had not been already taxed by this upstart Seraphina would have demanded that this commoner be taught a lesson about insolence to those above his station however as it was she had been the only one to have seen it. Catching his eye in return she scowled at him for the merest of moments before turning her nose up and looking away from him.
By the time she looked around again the minstrel was gone from the hall, presumably he had been given a place to stay in the castle. They were once again alone, well apart from her ladies, the Seneschal and a guard or two and Seraphina allowed her emotions to run. Rising quickly but gracefully she paced before her father.
“I have never met someone with the insolence to speak thusly before a Lord. How dare he? Who does he think he is, coming in here with his demands!” She seethed quietly, never losing her poise or acting in an undignified manner, she had been brought up with the correct posture and behaviour since birth and it was as natural as breathing. Taking a deep breath she gave herself a mental shake and once again returned to her cool and proper behaviour, stopping her pacing and looking at her father. “Was there any more court business to attend to father? If not I have duties to see to in preparation for tonight,” She smiled warmly, “most importantly I must see that my gown and mask are all arranged for the masque, it would not do for any to outshine me.”
Kitsuna beamed happily as Ren bopped her nose affectionately and she saw his face break into a proud smile she would have not thought it possible for him to wear. She trotted around him, picking her paws up high with each step with happiness tails wagging back and forth however something did quite feel right the weight was wrong. They had reached a small fast moving stream now and Kitsuna dipped her head down to it, she was tired that last show of power had drained her and she drunk greedily from the stream, ignoring everything else but her immediate thirst. However she was disturbed midway through by Ren using his power to scoop up a large quantity of water which he then proceeded to pour over her head, soaking her through.
"Tell us little one, how would you battle with your opposite? Especially since you’re so soaked." Kitsuna look up at him from under her sopping wet fur and she gasped as she looked at him for the first time since they had walked to the stream. His fur had changed colour slightly from its normal colours to a different, more bluish hue but what scared her the most was that familiar and the unwelcome glint in Ren’s eyes the change she associated with the demons influence. What had he said, tell us, us? There should only be one Ren coming through or had the demon started to slip to bonds that Ren had used to bind it in his mind.
Kitsuna reacted instinctively leaping about a foot backwards from Ren, her hackles raised along her back and her face held a look of horror in it. Despite being drenched through her power activated without thought, starting by raising her internal body heat so she began to steam as the water dried on her.
“Ren … Is that you or is it him? What’s happened to you?” Her voice held the slight tremble of a growl as her heat continued to grow, she was now dry from her soaking and her temperature was still soaring as the air around began to shimmer with a heat haze. Digging her claws into the ground Kitsuna was honestly readying herself to flee as she had no intention of facing the demon again. While she had been honest when she said that she trusted Ren, the demon she did not. "Ren?" She said again, her voice soft but clear.
"Tell us little one, how would you battle with your opposite? Especially since you’re so soaked." Kitsuna look up at him from under her sopping wet fur and she gasped as she looked at him for the first time since they had walked to the stream. His fur had changed colour slightly from its normal colours to a different, more bluish hue but what scared her the most was that familiar and the unwelcome glint in Ren’s eyes the change she associated with the demons influence. What had he said, tell us, us? There should only be one Ren coming through or had the demon started to slip to bonds that Ren had used to bind it in his mind.
Kitsuna reacted instinctively leaping about a foot backwards from Ren, her hackles raised along her back and her face held a look of horror in it. Despite being drenched through her power activated without thought, starting by raising her internal body heat so she began to steam as the water dried on her.
“Ren … Is that you or is it him? What’s happened to you?” Her voice held the slight tremble of a growl as her heat continued to grow, she was now dry from her soaking and her temperature was still soaring as the air around began to shimmer with a heat haze. Digging her claws into the ground Kitsuna was honestly readying herself to flee as she had no intention of facing the demon again. While she had been honest when she said that she trusted Ren, the demon she did not. "Ren?" She said again, her voice soft but clear.
Suddenly there was a loud rasping scrape and a bang from outside her door and Elemmíre jumped in alarm as the large troll like guard came lurching in. He growled sinisterly at her and stomped over to the chain attaching her to the wall and unlocked the chain so while she was still chained up he now had the ability to drag her around like a dog on a leash. Yanking her up to her hooves Elemmíre cried out in pain as her already sore wrists were abused by this new movement. The Goragorn ignored her cry of pain and continued to drag her out into the corridor. Panic was once again coursing through her as she struggled against her captor but for all the difference she might have been a fly buzzing around his head.
Eventually she was dragged into a room with a high stage in the centre on which stood a large man with a cruel, hard face. Elemmíre was dragged kicking and crying through the crowd, all of whom were male of some species of another and some looked at her with collector’s interest other with more sinister gleams. It took a full five antagonising minutes to drag her up to the stage when she chained once again onto a hook in the floor. Shaking it desperately Elemmíre knew she wasn’t going anywhere and with the Goragorn standing behind her even if she did would hard pressed to escape him.
“Well Gentlemen!” The auction master stood forward gesturing invitingly to the crowd “This is the event you have all been waiting for. This is one of the fabled Acornia, once known and revered throughout the galaxy but now only a few remain. For today and this day only we have this young female up for sale, not only is she one of the last of her kind, she is the Star Child, next in line to be leader of their kind, in short she is a pure breed of the royal line.” With a flourish he grabbed her arm and thrust her forward so the crowd could get a good look at her in the light. “So shall we start the bidding at $100,000,000 credits.” There was a flurry of movement in the crowd as paddles shot up to begin the auction.
Eventually she was dragged into a room with a high stage in the centre on which stood a large man with a cruel, hard face. Elemmíre was dragged kicking and crying through the crowd, all of whom were male of some species of another and some looked at her with collector’s interest other with more sinister gleams. It took a full five antagonising minutes to drag her up to the stage when she chained once again onto a hook in the floor. Shaking it desperately Elemmíre knew she wasn’t going anywhere and with the Goragorn standing behind her even if she did would hard pressed to escape him.
“Well Gentlemen!” The auction master stood forward gesturing invitingly to the crowd “This is the event you have all been waiting for. This is one of the fabled Acornia, once known and revered throughout the galaxy but now only a few remain. For today and this day only we have this young female up for sale, not only is she one of the last of her kind, she is the Star Child, next in line to be leader of their kind, in short she is a pure breed of the royal line.” With a flourish he grabbed her arm and thrust her forward so the crowd could get a good look at her in the light. “So shall we start the bidding at $100,000,000 credits.” There was a flurry of movement in the crowd as paddles shot up to begin the auction.
Fey watched in surprise as the man named Alucard almost ran from her presence as soon as they were back on the brightly lit main street. She watched him disappear into the crowd with flawless ease he vanished from sight. Fey felt slight abandoned, she had be rescued and unsure if she could trust his stranger and then she was just left, back in safe territory again but he was just gone. Shrugging slightly Fey just allowed the mystery of it to wash over her, it had been a long day, she was hot tired and had gone from extreme terror and relief in space of a few minutes, and it had been a funny day.
Getting out her key Fey made the short walk back to her apartment and letting herself into her modern little place Fey smiled at the normality of it. The colours of choice were black and white with a focus on a chequered effect, it made Fey feel like she was playing chess, which happened to be a favourite pastime of hers. A quick hot shower later Fey was laying in bed, lights off, in that place where one reflects on the day’s events.
The thing that kept playing on her mind was Alucard’s eyes, they were different from any other man she had ever met. For a little while she stayed awake listening to the sounds of the city in summer through the open window. However she soon fell into a deep sleep, her dreams haunted with large men made of shadows and the stranger with the bright red eyes.
Getting out her key Fey made the short walk back to her apartment and letting herself into her modern little place Fey smiled at the normality of it. The colours of choice were black and white with a focus on a chequered effect, it made Fey feel like she was playing chess, which happened to be a favourite pastime of hers. A quick hot shower later Fey was laying in bed, lights off, in that place where one reflects on the day’s events.
The thing that kept playing on her mind was Alucard’s eyes, they were different from any other man she had ever met. For a little while she stayed awake listening to the sounds of the city in summer through the open window. However she soon fell into a deep sleep, her dreams haunted with large men made of shadows and the stranger with the bright red eyes.
The trading planet of Gorox-X5 was a small, red, dusty planet that was the main black market trading hub for that star system. Everyone knew this was the place to find something that was not what could be considered legal; this was a hive of villainy and scum for every race in that galaxy. You could find anything you wanted on Gorox as long as you had the money to buy. It was here in the deepest and darkest part of the planet that the auctions occurred for people smuggling, exotic and desirable specimens were often sold here to wealthy collectors or into slavery.
It was in a dark and dank cell that Elemmíre found herself, chained to the wall by thick iron manacles and unable to move more than a few inches either way. She had long since cried her tears regarding the situation but now she was exhausted beyond words and could do no more than stare at the door of her cell. She was one of the few remaining of her race, the Acornia had been an old race, some said as old as the universe itself. It had been the Acornia that had inspired myths and legends in nearly every culture in the universe. They had always been a peaceful race aligned with the forces of good, it had been their great wisdom and power over some unknown force that had kept their species not only elevated but protected from harm.
However it seemed all that was good in the universe was doomed to fall prey to the darkness and slowly but surely the race of Acornia had been brought down. Now Elemmíre, who had been the star child, daughter of the chief of the clan, had found herself captured away from the rest of her people and about to be sold into a private collector hands. Shaking her starlight silver hair out of her eyes, the long horn that protruded from her forehead glinted with a pearlescent sheen in the darkness. She twitched her legs which ended in two cloven hooves and equine shaped legs, he also had a long beautiful tail which was normally silky but in her captured state it was matted an dirty. The only thing she had been allowed to wear to cover her dignity was a skimpy, sparkling thing that she was to be sold in.
Elemmíre was in a state of complete panic and desperation, she didn’t know where to turn or what to do, her mind raced through all the stories and wisdom of her kind frantic to find something. Then her mind trudged up an old story that her grandmother had told her. The tale had told of a man, one who was mysterious, kind, terrible and as old as they were, a man known only as the Doctor. Clasping her hands together in front of her Elemmíre invoked the power of her race and called out a heartfelt prayer.
“Please, help me Doctor!”
It was in a dark and dank cell that Elemmíre found herself, chained to the wall by thick iron manacles and unable to move more than a few inches either way. She had long since cried her tears regarding the situation but now she was exhausted beyond words and could do no more than stare at the door of her cell. She was one of the few remaining of her race, the Acornia had been an old race, some said as old as the universe itself. It had been the Acornia that had inspired myths and legends in nearly every culture in the universe. They had always been a peaceful race aligned with the forces of good, it had been their great wisdom and power over some unknown force that had kept their species not only elevated but protected from harm.
However it seemed all that was good in the universe was doomed to fall prey to the darkness and slowly but surely the race of Acornia had been brought down. Now Elemmíre, who had been the star child, daughter of the chief of the clan, had found herself captured away from the rest of her people and about to be sold into a private collector hands. Shaking her starlight silver hair out of her eyes, the long horn that protruded from her forehead glinted with a pearlescent sheen in the darkness. She twitched her legs which ended in two cloven hooves and equine shaped legs, he also had a long beautiful tail which was normally silky but in her captured state it was matted an dirty. The only thing she had been allowed to wear to cover her dignity was a skimpy, sparkling thing that she was to be sold in.
Elemmíre was in a state of complete panic and desperation, she didn’t know where to turn or what to do, her mind raced through all the stories and wisdom of her kind frantic to find something. Then her mind trudged up an old story that her grandmother had told her. The tale had told of a man, one who was mysterious, kind, terrible and as old as they were, a man known only as the Doctor. Clasping her hands together in front of her Elemmíre invoked the power of her race and called out a heartfelt prayer.
“Please, help me Doctor!”
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The day was warm and bright, the air was sweet with the first tantalising hint of spring in the air as the lord’s daughter stood in her room staring out onto the clear sky and smiling in anticipation of the festivities ahead. She was still clothed in her nightgown as she stood at the large bay windows that opened out onto her balcony, it was normal for her to take a few moments before allowing her ladies in, it was during this time that she could just think, just be herself. Then there was a soft knock on the door leading to her ladies rooms and she was brought back to the reality that she was Seraphina Oralia Cadenza De’Vance daughter of Lord De’Vance. Since her mother’s untimely death a few years ago Seraphina had been lady of the household and responsible for overseeing the smooth running of it. Again the knock came but this time a soft call followed it.
“My lady Serafina, you will be behind in your day if we do not attend you soon.” She sighed but with a small smile, turning away from the window she looked back at her lavish bedroom. It was a pretty large room that was bright, airy and richly furnished, her four poster bed with crimson hangings, the vanity table made of polished mahogany complete with a large, expensive mirror and all the furs and tapestries that lined the walls kept the warmth in and the stones chill at bay.
“You may enter.” Seraphina called to the ladies outside her door. Three ladies entered the room meekly, dressed neatly in long gowns in shades of russet, tan and amber, winter shades that Seraphina would be glad to see the back of. They began the morning routine of preparing their lady for court, bathing her and preparing her gown, while they worked her ladies talked about the preparations that needed to seen to for the festival. They helped her into a long dress of deep blue made from soft angora wool and trimmed with satin, silver thread and a spray of small fresh water pearls. The dress fit her perfectly, she had a statuesque form, willowy and slender she stood slightly taller than most women thanks to her father’s stature.
Moving to the vanity table Seraphina took a seat on the small, cushioned stool and looked at her reflection in the large mirror while her ladies began fussing with her hair, running a comb through her locks. Seraphina loved her hair it was long and fell in soft curls down to her lower back, it was also the colour moonlight reflecting on snow, she had been silvery blond since she was born and had never darkened. Her attention then turned to her face appraising every feature, a straight nose, large violet eyes framed with dark lashes and small pink lips; she had skin the colour of alabaster and was not prone to blush like many young women. All in all she had a fair, soft complexion that matched her colouration, she was considered the jewel of the region and at court she was flattered and adored by all, much to her delight.
Once her hair was piled atop her head in an elaborate coil of braids and her forehead bedecked with a circlet of intricate golden swirls set with sapphires and opals she was ready to attend her duties and face the day. Her first port of call would be to attend to her lord father who would be in session for the morning’s council and to know if he would need her aid for anything or else she should follow her own itinerary. Standing swiftly Seraphina made her way from her room and through the halls to the main hall, she was slightly behind schedule however it was not important, it was rare that her father would ever truly need her. Making her way quietly into the hall with her ladies following a pace or two behind her Seraphina came to stand beside her father, however the atmosphere in the hall was not as normal, to her surprise her entrance had gone unnoticed.
“Father?” Seraphina spoke softly not wanting to startle.
“My lady Serafina, you will be behind in your day if we do not attend you soon.” She sighed but with a small smile, turning away from the window she looked back at her lavish bedroom. It was a pretty large room that was bright, airy and richly furnished, her four poster bed with crimson hangings, the vanity table made of polished mahogany complete with a large, expensive mirror and all the furs and tapestries that lined the walls kept the warmth in and the stones chill at bay.
“You may enter.” Seraphina called to the ladies outside her door. Three ladies entered the room meekly, dressed neatly in long gowns in shades of russet, tan and amber, winter shades that Seraphina would be glad to see the back of. They began the morning routine of preparing their lady for court, bathing her and preparing her gown, while they worked her ladies talked about the preparations that needed to seen to for the festival. They helped her into a long dress of deep blue made from soft angora wool and trimmed with satin, silver thread and a spray of small fresh water pearls. The dress fit her perfectly, she had a statuesque form, willowy and slender she stood slightly taller than most women thanks to her father’s stature.
Moving to the vanity table Seraphina took a seat on the small, cushioned stool and looked at her reflection in the large mirror while her ladies began fussing with her hair, running a comb through her locks. Seraphina loved her hair it was long and fell in soft curls down to her lower back, it was also the colour moonlight reflecting on snow, she had been silvery blond since she was born and had never darkened. Her attention then turned to her face appraising every feature, a straight nose, large violet eyes framed with dark lashes and small pink lips; she had skin the colour of alabaster and was not prone to blush like many young women. All in all she had a fair, soft complexion that matched her colouration, she was considered the jewel of the region and at court she was flattered and adored by all, much to her delight.
Once her hair was piled atop her head in an elaborate coil of braids and her forehead bedecked with a circlet of intricate golden swirls set with sapphires and opals she was ready to attend her duties and face the day. Her first port of call would be to attend to her lord father who would be in session for the morning’s council and to know if he would need her aid for anything or else she should follow her own itinerary. Standing swiftly Seraphina made her way from her room and through the halls to the main hall, she was slightly behind schedule however it was not important, it was rare that her father would ever truly need her. Making her way quietly into the hall with her ladies following a pace or two behind her Seraphina came to stand beside her father, however the atmosphere in the hall was not as normal, to her surprise her entrance had gone unnoticed.
“Father?” Seraphina spoke softly not wanting to startle.
Kitsuna could not help the whimper that escaped her as she was strung up in the air by her tails by the shadows. She could not help the instinctive failing, the desperate kicking and the futile midair paddling. Her face was pointed downwards looking back at Ren as he crouched, her enemy, snarling up at her as she dangled helpless. Taking a deep breath Kitsuna attempted to calm down and remember that even if Ren was snarling at her like an enemy, she didn’t need to panic.
Kitsuna snarled as loud as she could and then began to swing herself back and forth until she finally built up enough momentum to flick herself upwards. Baring her teeth Kitsuna sunk her fangs into the tangible shadows that held her tails, so now she was upright and that at least was something, the blood was stuck in her head any more. She did have one idea for an escape route but it was not an option she was comfortable with. Her tails may be prevented from summoning flames but the rest of her wasn’t.
Acting her flame powers over the rest of her body Kitsuna closed her eyes and concentrated, she poured all her energy into the waves of rolling heat. She opened her eyes and looked at herself the flames had reached the blue stage of heat and she was still getting hotter, her whole body swirling and moving with the flames. Growling again she pushed harder forcing her energy to fuel the flames hotter and hotter, she felt herself hit the wall she had always encountered before, the limit of her power. Snarling in determination Kitsuna pushed on until she became a ball of white flame, she no longer had a body coated in flames, she was just fire, fire that for now held the shape of the wolf. With a thought released that form and slipped to the ground free of the shadows that held her, but once she stood on solid ground again Kitsuna took the form that felt most natural to her. Looking down at her bright white form Kitsuna smiled.
“Well this is new; I haven’t gone this hot before.” She found she had much more control over it now, she wasn’t burning the floor or anything around her, it was just her that burning. She gave herself a quick shake in this fire form then like releasing the tension from her muscles she released her power and returned to normal. Kitsuna was panting hard but smiling brightly at her triumph.
(OOC - just to let you know Kitsuna has changed, she has grown a new tail now. Just in case you wanted to 'see' or mention it.)
Kitsuna snarled as loud as she could and then began to swing herself back and forth until she finally built up enough momentum to flick herself upwards. Baring her teeth Kitsuna sunk her fangs into the tangible shadows that held her tails, so now she was upright and that at least was something, the blood was stuck in her head any more. She did have one idea for an escape route but it was not an option she was comfortable with. Her tails may be prevented from summoning flames but the rest of her wasn’t.
Acting her flame powers over the rest of her body Kitsuna closed her eyes and concentrated, she poured all her energy into the waves of rolling heat. She opened her eyes and looked at herself the flames had reached the blue stage of heat and she was still getting hotter, her whole body swirling and moving with the flames. Growling again she pushed harder forcing her energy to fuel the flames hotter and hotter, she felt herself hit the wall she had always encountered before, the limit of her power. Snarling in determination Kitsuna pushed on until she became a ball of white flame, she no longer had a body coated in flames, she was just fire, fire that for now held the shape of the wolf. With a thought released that form and slipped to the ground free of the shadows that held her, but once she stood on solid ground again Kitsuna took the form that felt most natural to her. Looking down at her bright white form Kitsuna smiled.
“Well this is new; I haven’t gone this hot before.” She found she had much more control over it now, she wasn’t burning the floor or anything around her, it was just her that burning. She gave herself a quick shake in this fire form then like releasing the tension from her muscles she released her power and returned to normal. Kitsuna was panting hard but smiling brightly at her triumph.
(OOC - just to let you know Kitsuna has changed, she has grown a new tail now. Just in case you wanted to 'see' or mention it.)
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