It was hard to be a creature that survived entierly off the affection of others, especially when you weren't all that likeable. Luca didn't have many friends, and he had even less people that were interested in him romantically. It was probably due to how strong he came on, but he was the opposite of self aware, so it hadn't even crossed his mind yet that his crewmates might be avoiding him for a reason. Perhaps he wasn't drawing enough attention to himself, he thought as he gathered flowers from the jungle. The canine lifted his head from a selection of bright purple orchids and blinked, his mind lingering on what had once been a passing thought. He wasn't used to being overlooked, but now that he was surrounded by other pretty and magic-weilding animals, maybe he was just being forgotten in the crowd. He set aside the assorted blooms that he'd been picking for Junji, licking the sour taste from his lips and staring in the direction of barracuda bay.

He had been trying to hard to change himself lately, but all that seemed to accomplish was more loneliness. The one that used to encourage his improvement the most no longer wanted anything to do with him, and his efforts didnt seem to be appreciated much by anyone else. Luca remembered how easy it was to catch people's attention when he didn't have to care about things like that. He could easily pick out a few notable memories from his mortal years, like when those boys near the farmland beat him half to death after they caught him burning down their shack. He shivered at the thought, the fur spiking up along his spine. He was starting to get desperate- surely things would be okay if he set fire to one of the rickety old huts, just to remind people that he was still there. He swayed on his paws for a beat before finally stepping in the direction of the beach, leaving the orchids behind for when he was done. He was sure that this wouldn't take too long.

He slunk between the houses, searching for ones that didnt appear to be in use. He didn't want to hurt anyone yet, he just wanted to make everyone a little angry at him. Surely they would forgive him after some time passed, or maybe they'd even let him make it up to them with favours. His eyes caught on something that looked exactly like what he was looking for, an unstable-looking house with no obvious signs of use. He stared at it for a while before padding closer, circling it and then circling again before ducking inside. For a moment he wondered if he should go slowly to gether a crowd, but there was no point really, it would just give them more time to stop him. His pink flames were hard to not recognize, and he would still be in the aftermath of the pyre, so he was sure that they'd know it was him. He let go of his powers and allowed them to envelop him with fire lit hot pink, and then bloom around him to lick at the wooden walls and floor.

As soon as it caught, he could feel the change in his body. He was sure he had been doing good lately, but apparently his soul didn't agree because he could feel the angelic presence rejecting him. He coughed a pool of black oil as his body started to rearrange himself, all the stolen spirits that he'd been holding in his body escaping through the cracks. Feathers fell away from his wings, revealing more black slime beneath, and his spaded tail faded from white back to it's former pink. "Shit," he breathed between the cracking of his bones, trying his best to fight back the darkness the crept in on the edges of his vision. His arson had officially pushed him onto the naughty list, and his body was slowly transforming back into his original one. The strain of the bones in his wings rearraging finally caused him to black out and fall to the smoldering floor, leaving the pink and white flames to blaze around him as his body completed its transformation.

[He'll be found passed out once the fire's gone, so you can have your character either put the fire out or wait for it to die!! :0]

The smell of smoke caught Rosemary's attention - even without the huge plumes of smoke rising out of the air, as though a mini volcano suddenly appeared on the beach. She instantly suspected someone with fire magic; to her knowledge, the only person in the Typhoon with the required ability was Caesar, but she knew the officer as reckless not outright idiotic. As she came closer to beach, her paws kicking up sand with the speed of her stride, she saw the last of the dying fire. Her four eyes squinted, confused, as it took her a few seconds to decide that the fire was actually pink. How weird - and reminiscent of the demon with the pink blood she regularly treated for self-inflicted wounds.

She carefully made her way through the smoldering wreckage to find Luca in the center of it, passed out and apparently unharmed by the flames. Her jaw clenched; she knew he didn't live here, so what was the demon doing with this abandoned cabin before torching it? "Luca..." she murmured, her raspy voice quiet and trembling. She'd begun to trust him, to actually like spending time with him - but she couldn't understand why he decided to torch part of their territory. "What happened?" she asked, withholding the impulse to make a judgement without hearing Luca's side of it first.

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Sleeping in your shack and expecting one of them to catch fire so suddenly was definitely not in his agenda. Or at least not at the moment. The king cheetah had been sound asleep in his bed, resting up due to his sick attitude which with every passing day he was getting better and better, his pelt turning from that weird pale white sick look to his normal sleek cream fur. His body shifted to the side as he let out a groan and felt his nose beginning to clog up with the annoying mucus that plagued him for a month now, sniffling his nose and eventually opening his eyes due to barely being able to breathe. Upon lifting his head, the first thing the king cheetah could make out was a weird sense of gray clouds coming through his shack window, Marcel lifting himself to his paws and looking out the window to see a large burning fire in the distance. For a moment he thought nothing of it due to his tired nature, but upon taking a few moments to realize the severity of the situation, the king cheetah burst open his door and landed outdoors, paws sinking in the sand and slowing his movements.

Marcellus turned and began to walk at a brisk pace, unable to run with only his three legs and the sand burying his paws under the grains. Before he went he grabbed a wooden bucket in his jaws by the metal handle, moving as quick as he could to the scene and filling his bucket with water. The king cheetah thrashed his head to the side harshly to get off all the water onto the burning fire, getting enough of the fire to calm it down a little bit. Marcel repeated this process over and over until the flames were down enough for anyone to go inside the charred shack. Huffing and panting at his lack of air from repeating the tedious process, the male dropped the bucket to the ground and looked at the others, beginning to take a few steps forwards and into the shack to see Luca lying on the floor, his body looking way different than it did before. For a moment he wondered who this was as it looked like Luca yet at the same time it didn't, the king cheetah confused and unsure. However, he would take the risk and aim to prod Luca's new body with his paws, hoping to wake the male up. A mix of emotions rang through Marcellus, angry, annoyed, worried. Actually worried for Luca's safety? He was. Even if he did annoy the sickly male a bit he still cared for Luca.