living breathing fear - power discovery

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

If Redvox had known what the currently quite burned sentinel was thinking as she was woken up from her slumber, he probably wouldn't have blamed her. He couldn't blame anyone from dreaming of or hoping for a return to their old home. That would've been hypocritical of him, especially since when he had been living in the Pitt, he had often dreamed or wished that he could return back to the old days of the Halls. He supposed he had finally gotten his wish after all this time, but it was doubtful that Aslisk would ever be able to get hers, at least with any sort of ease. Vinny had only the most bare minimum understanding of where Aslisk had come from, and it didn't seem as though anybody – including Aslisk herself – knew how the wyvern had ended up here, so it seemed unlikely that they would be able to figure out some way back. Still, this wasn't really the time for dreaming or thinking about other things, since Vox's eyes were still wide and panicked as he continued to mumble Aslisk's name, urging her to rouse from her still but light sleep. Thankfully it didn't seem to take long for her to wake up, but when she did, Redvox immediately found himself scrambling backward, his large ears pinning down in faint fear as flames began to crackle along Aslisk's wings, words that made no sense stumbling out of her mouth almost drunkenly. She was clearly still pretty groggy, given the way she wasn't speaking the common language, as well as the fact that she hadn't seemed to noticed what was going on yet. Her eyes dragged lazily over the sun in the sky above, and Vox opened his mouth to shout again, trying to get her to realize that hey, you're on fucking fire.

Thankfully, it seemed as though any further shouting was unnecessary, as the wyvern looked down, still groggy. She seemed to simply stare at the flames for a moment, before her eyes widened to a similar state as Vox's, just the faintest pit of panic and confusion entering her voice as she began to thrash around. The harbinger backed up further at this, yelping in a spike of anxiety as he watched her flail her various limbs around, terrified that she was going to set their territory ablaze once again, "A-Aslisk, stop! Thrashin' isn't gonna do anything ta stop it! Ain't y'ever heard of stop, drop 'n' roll?" His voice was frantic, mainly due to the fact that his bright green eyes were glued to the ground that her flaming tail was colliding with, watching as the dry grass caught on fire before it was snuffed out. The only saving grace was the fast approach of winter, which effectively shut down most of the fire until it rose to be too much of a concern. Still, without too much fresh snow on the ground to truly act as a solid barrier, Vox found himself quickly using his large wings to flatten and extinguish any flames that didn't immediately go out, his pyrophobia losing out to his desire to protect his group and territory. He really did wonder if at some point he would have to host a fire safety class, even if it only ended up being for Aslisk in the end. It wasn't lost on him that the flames on her body didn't seem to be going out at all, and he felt concern pass over him in a cold wave as he turned back to face her, his muzzle opening to question how the hell this had happened, when suddenly he found that she was accusing him of lighting her ablaze while she was sleeping. Eyes going almost comically wide, Vinny first felt a wave of utter bafflement, before it was quickly replaced with anger and astonishment, admonishing the sentinel immediately, "Me? What th'hell are you talking about?! I didn't set ya on fire, y'idiot! I was just walkin' and I found you like this! If I had set you on fire, why th'fuck would I bother wakin' you up?!" His voice was utterly incredulous as he faced her, his former concern for the female now replaced with contempt, thanks to the fact that she was making baseless accusations.

Even though the red hot fire of his own anger, it still wasn't lost on Vox that Aslisk didn't seem to be experiencing anything more than mild inconvenience due to the flames clinging to her body. Still, when she finally stopped randomly flailing her flaming limbs around, Vox felt such grand relief that he nearly collapsed to the ground, glad to see that nothing else had been lit on fire. His relief was short lived, however, when he saw the very smug and self assured smirk that was now lingering on Aslisk's mug, seeming quite pleased with herself for the fact that she wasn't burning properly. When Vox heard her words, the gat snorted from the back of his throat, shaking his head and saying with a soft snap of his sharp bat fangs, "Oh yes, this was totally of your own doin'! That's why y'were just shoutin' bloody murder 'n' accusin' me of setting ya on fire! This obviously wasn't intentional, Aslisk. It's just... some kinda coincidence that y'ended up fireproof." At least, he very much hoped that it was just a coincidence that Aslisk was fireproof "once again," or so she claimed. He didn't want her getting in her head that doing something stupid with consequences that could include death would ultimately end up working out in the end for her. He also especially just didn't want to give her any sense of satisfaction now, considering she had just accused him of setting one of his members on fire before she had decided to suddenly change her tune because it benefited her.