Ramalama, Bang, Bang! -- Open - Printable Version

small was the audience that would drawl rom the dragon's roar; for but a moment the small fae found himself existing the foliage of the sparce jungle and stood witness to one of the newer member's pride and joy. Flames. Jack knew of Chernabog only in the barest of info; their large form could be seen quite easily from any point amungst the sands when they thought wise to venture out of the foiliage- it was one of the reasons that Jack himself did not spend much time in his other form, well that and

well, the downsides of such a large form were quite common. To shift in such a size hurt. For a moment the small fellow basked in the sands, watching as the dragon lifted themselves into the air and made glass of the landscape around them both. Harsh winds of large beating winds was directed outwardly away from the kodkod, and instead as Chernabog next struck the earth in fire Jack would take the invitation.

Wind, naturally as the conductor for fire- the breath that burst forth it's life- fanned out in a wonderous display, and as they heaved up into the air again- their fire would marvel out in a display similar to a firework. Fire raining from the sky before it flickered out- snuffed by a fine sense of control outwards of Chernabog's control.

[glow=#add8e6,2,300]I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO[/glow]

[glow=#add8e6,2,300]AND SAW IT THROUGH WITHOUT EXEMPTION[/glow]

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Vale looked up, watching Cherna’s flight long before the dragon called for an audience. The crow ruffled vis wings, hopping from foot to foot, wanting to join in. Flames coiled out of vis beak, curling upwards and forming a hellish mockery of a halo above vis head. CAW, CAW, CAW screamed the tiny black bird. Like a speck of dust screaming under the night sky’s void.

Taking flight, Vale’s fire corkscrewed around vem. Reaching the pinnacle point of vis flight, Vale’s fire dispersed and rained sparks. Vis black feathers shimmered in the flickering light. The last wisps of smoke fell from Vale’s beak and chased Cherna’s flames with Jack’s wind.

CAW, CAW, CAW. The wordless scream came again. Vis display hadn’t been nearly as grand as Cherna’s or Jack’s, but the shapeshifter considered it a victory, anyway. Tiny birds had the advantage of tight maneuvering and precise control, unlike larger flighted forms. The crow pulled vis wings close and dived to the large dragoness and dragon. Ve slowed with a wingbeat, and settled into riding the wind from their flight.

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]

♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael pauses at the call, ducking his head back into the treehouse to call a gentle warning -- Aine never fared well at the sight of fire. The vulpine understood the flames enough to respect the element's place in nature, though he would likely never forget the smoke billowing from their house either; pulling Aine outside just in time.

He twitched his ears in open curiosity and attention, willing enough to grant Chernabog her desired audience. He settled besides Jack upon the sands, feeling the rush of air though he made no move to manipulate it himself -- Gael saw no reason to steal any of the spotlight.

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby