HONEY SWEET REVENGE // burning herb supplies

[NUI HARIME]

ASPIRING FIRES !

nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehunter — hard physicality

there's the smell of smoke. the sound of burning. it starts out small at first. but her senses are keen, and no matter how small it is, she is always drawn forth. the air is cool and chilly, biting into her fur. she sees the little glint of light from the herb den, and then flames flickering and dancing high. the crescendo bright and beautiful to her eye, it's crackle like a symphony. such utter blazing destruction is beautiful within her gaze. dangerous and harmful, but the raw power of it all is enticing. she can feel it's heat as she exits her cabin, drawn towards the scent of burning herbs.

it's perfect, and she stares, awe-struck, mesmerized. her heart pounds within her chest. a little tandem of beating blood. pump pump.

she does not fear the flame. she adores it.

then she lets loose a woeful, ear-piercing scream.

"help! fire, fire, fire!" she plays the act of the frightened snowbounder wonderfully well, as she always has done. then the notion settles within her mind that if the fire spreads, as lovely as it is, all of her beautiful creations and crafts within her house could be destroyed within minutes, and she does not know who done this. she does not have any elementals.

with that thought in mind, she races off to find water, dainty feet crunching against soft snow as she seems to glide swiftly over the powdery white blanket of ground in her swift urgency.

#psychosocial.