04-06-2020, 11:23 PM
[glow=white,1,400]GONNA MAKE YOU SORRY THAT YOU MET ME, GONNA MAKE YOUR INSIDES HURT !｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Ah, fire.
Trygve Roux had mixed feelings towards fire though nobody could really blame him seeing that he had gotten a fireball thrown in his direction when he had gone to the Pitt on accident, he still carried the burns from that day and he didn't know if his fur would ever hide them though he didn't mind it too much. It definitely got him quite a bit of attention from those who would walk pass him, sometimes they'd inquire about what had happened to him. Trygve eagerly answering telling every detail and exaggerating in the slightest not too much seeing as that burnt the excitement from the story itself. He mainly lied about the fact that he had passed out after the injury and kick to the face, that was mostly it. Everything else was the truth. It fascinated him, the way it danced to the sides and lapped at the air with such greed. It made his paws itch wondering if he had any elemental abilities, a soft sigh leaving his maw. He would walk over with a lash of his tail and took a seat beside Michael glancing over at the odd pair. They didn't really catch his attention, his eyes fixated onto the flames as the fires reflection danced within his eyes. He wanted to be able to make his own fire not using something so stupid as a match or such.
His ears twitched as two other people came over, a frown on his maw and his ears pinned against his cranium. He supposed that he hadn't been the only one to be attracted over by the bonfire. A soft huff escaped him. Great, more people. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Trygve Roux had mixed feelings towards fire though nobody could really blame him seeing that he had gotten a fireball thrown in his direction when he had gone to the Pitt on accident, he still carried the burns from that day and he didn't know if his fur would ever hide them though he didn't mind it too much. It definitely got him quite a bit of attention from those who would walk pass him, sometimes they'd inquire about what had happened to him. Trygve eagerly answering telling every detail and exaggerating in the slightest not too much seeing as that burnt the excitement from the story itself. He mainly lied about the fact that he had passed out after the injury and kick to the face, that was mostly it. Everything else was the truth. It fascinated him, the way it danced to the sides and lapped at the air with such greed. It made his paws itch wondering if he had any elemental abilities, a soft sigh leaving his maw. He would walk over with a lash of his tail and took a seat beside Michael glancing over at the odd pair. They didn't really catch his attention, his eyes fixated onto the flames as the fires reflection danced within his eyes. He wanted to be able to make his own fire not using something so stupid as a match or such.
His ears twitched as two other people came over, a frown on his maw and his ears pinned against his cranium. He supposed that he hadn't been the only one to be attracted over by the bonfire. A soft huff escaped him. Great, more people. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]