The volcano had just erupted not long ago and Mynthe was already on the move. Well, not in a good way at least. She was moving through the territory not to get to her treehouse but rather to the lava as she wanted to look around. Dangerous and stupid but she didn't really care much. She wanted to see the lava and what lava was like, she wouldn't touch it due to not wanting to get burned. It wasn't curiosity that egged on her, more like blatant illogical thinking and idiocy along with the enjoyment that she got from the thrill. The thrill of dangers like this. As she got closer and closer to the lava, she could feel the massive radiation of heat that came off of the large body of mass, her eyes watching as the hot substance got closer and closer to her. As she got closer and closer to it. Her paws finally stopped once she had reached near it's edge, the heat nearly overwhelming her as she quickly grew hot.
The substance was bright orange with dark grey in some areas, cackling as though it was laughing at her. That angered her, it made her feel embarrassed to have something that couldn't breath or talk, laughing at her. With each passing second she stood at the lava's edge, the lava would inch closer and closer until nearly at her paws which in turn would cause her to take a few steps back every so often as she observed the substance. Still it laughed at her, cackling every second that she stood there. It didn't anger her anymore, it enraged her to the point that she could feel even her own blood boiling in anger. She was not some object to be laughed at, she was not some pathetic being that was below lava. No. She was strong, stronger than lava, stronger than the whole of the Pitt. She would not allow this lava to make a mockery or fool of her.
Without even thinking any longer, thoughts turned off completely and mind focused on her anger, Mynthe rose up a paw and unsheathed her claws. She held her paw in the air as she was ready to try and strike the burning hot substance of lava.
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The substance was bright orange with dark grey in some areas, cackling as though it was laughing at her. That angered her, it made her feel embarrassed to have something that couldn't breath or talk, laughing at her. With each passing second she stood at the lava's edge, the lava would inch closer and closer until nearly at her paws which in turn would cause her to take a few steps back every so often as she observed the substance. Still it laughed at her, cackling every second that she stood there. It didn't anger her anymore, it enraged her to the point that she could feel even her own blood boiling in anger. She was not some object to be laughed at, she was not some pathetic being that was below lava. No. She was strong, stronger than lava, stronger than the whole of the Pitt. She would not allow this lava to make a mockery or fool of her.
Without even thinking any longer, thoughts turned off completely and mind focused on her anger, Mynthe rose up a paw and unsheathed her claws. She held her paw in the air as she was ready to try and strike the burning hot substance of lava.
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[/td][td][div style="margin-top: -6px; margin-left: 5px; height: 65px; width: 255px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;"]MYNTHE is a FEMALE THYLACINE with SHE/HER pronouns. she is a CREWMATE of THE TYPHOON and is SEVENTEEN months old. she is physically HARD and mentally HARD. attack in BOLD. played by PAROXYSM. | TAGS[/td][/tr][/table]