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[Zjarr]

[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]It had not taken a great effort to discover and train himself his firebending and conjuring abilities. A demonic entity that worshipped the flames, he had found his knack for summoning, extinguishing, and repurposing fire for his own needs very early on. Now, the mastery and discipline of his powers was a different story. In the beginning, it was particularly arduous to control his capabilities, leading to sporadic fires starting up at any given moment. In the right state of mind, and with months of self-training, he had taken a step forward in controlling his ability. The next years, those many centuries that made up his life, were spent not just mastering his craft, but deciding what it would be purposed for. Good, evil, his own desires, the interests of those he strove to protect. That answer had not been handed to him yet. Nor had he the time or the strength to choose a path.

Upon touching down into the lives of sentient feral creatures, bestowed upon him were a variety of new abilities that he had only touched on in his previous lives: telepathy, waterbending, invisibility, scent and audio manipulation. The only three powers he was particularly proficient in were firebending (a given), conjuration (easy to pick up), and possession and shapeshifting (many demons knew to shift forms easily, it seemed). Such abilities were lost, though he retained a knowledge of telepathy to this day. In spite of his proficiency in some capabilities, Zjarr had learned that his education in powers was never to be completed; that, and there were many creatures around him that bore far more power and knowledge than he could even possess. He could only strive to meet their levels.

Little crackles and sparks met his ears, and inquisitively the canine would step beyond his quarters to investigate the noise, one that he only hoped didn't stem from the Observatory. The last thing he wanted was to be trapped in the building again. Alas, all was well, save for the bloodied form of a short domestic feline. Zjarr could vaguely recognize her as Hyoyeon, a newcomer he had met on the borders with her...dragon. A sentient dragon that could speak. Yeah, that seemed right. Though a grin rested upon her maw, she seemed washed with liquid crimson, blood to be spotted on her brown fur and on her teeth. She needed help...now.

"Ah, shit..." the demon rumbled under his breath as his pace quickened to meet the feline. He tossed his head over his shoulder to call, "Yo, Peri! Medical dudes! We need some help here!" His gaze switched back to Hyoyeon now, his lips pursed tightly. "Christ, kid, what the hell were you doin'?"

[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼