The World Will End in Fire {Open}

[satumitsumi]

Left, right, left, right, turn!

She listened to the satisfying grating and grinding underneath her feet as she dug down and attempted to make a complete turn on only two paws. She stumbled and caught herself, grunting at her mistake. Perhaps being so large did have its downfalls, even if the majority of her girth was due to healthy, well-worked muscles.

She had found a perfect row of tupelo and cypress trees to weave through, practicing her speed. Once she reached the end of the row, she would turn and attempt to grasp the end tree’s lowest-hanging branch with all of her might. There was no question that her bite strength alone could possibly subdue even the toughest of wolves. After all, she’d had the pleasure of joining her little brother and an Unfamiliar in battle to fell a Druin. Although it had taken effort, she was certain that no ordinary wolves would be able to best a beast that big. Smoke trickled out of her mouth for a brief moment as she reflected on it. The whole battle had given her tingles throughout her body. Goodness, did she love a good fight!

She lifted her wings—which had been pressed tightly to her sides as she ran and trained—to stretch them a moment before letting them flutter back to her sides. Speaking of fights… She still needed to prepare for her encounter with the Whelp. After all, she may have done an intelligent thing (for once) and begun training herself. And if that were the case, Yura had to learn an efficient way to exterminate the pest once and for all as quickly as possible.

After all, that power of hers could prove deadly if it grew too strong.

She chuckled to herself at this thought. What was she thinking? The Whelp barely realized she had magical capabilities! There was no way for her to learn so much in such a short time span now.

Besides, she thought, glancing at a small, water-logged bush, there’s no way her magic could outdo my own. She continued to stare blankly at the bush, feeling the wind beginning to die down. Once it did, all sounds ceased to exist. Not even the sound of her own breathing could be heard. Then, Yura carefully, slowly, twitched her ear. Her ear had barely moved an eighth of an inch.

A fire as large as a fully grown sunflower overtook the bush, swallowing it whole and demolishing it in moments. Her blue eyes glinted as a smile crept onto her face. Quickly, she took control of the fire before her, moving her one ear slowly and steadily to the side. As she did, the fire mimicked her in a way, dwindling down to nothing but a smoking pile of embers around the charred ground.

There was no sign of the bush left.

If only she and Darklight got along better than they did. She’d be able to show just how powerful she was—all the while gauging Darklight’s strength. However, the pup was a sarcastic little thing, and, to be honest a coward. What wolf cowers at the very word of her sister, even if she is an Alphess? She never cowered to her Alphas, no matter what the occasion. At best, she would lower her head in respect, but that was all. Such a cowardly being probably would’ve been better off not seeing such a violent spectacle.

Was that pack still visiting? Or had they gone back to their homelands already? No matter. Yura headed back to the row of trees and pressed her wings to her side quickly with a snap. Back to training.

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[riva]

Mut-iarna watched without a word from the trees, in the way only a mute wolf could. She looked down, watching this seemingly-frenzied wolf destroy a bush with only a twitch from her ear. " This fae has a lot of power," she mumbled in her head, " if she keeps it up, this whole forest is going to be ash. " She kept her tail curled around the thick pine branch where she pearched, gazing at her this new wolf, who was unaware she had even flown in.

She had recently flown in from a small island off the northern coast, and now she was wandering. So far, she had managed to stay out of the way of a pack, and had only met one other wolf.

But, this one. She was dark, and strong and cruel. Much like the demonic wolves her mother had told her stories about as a pup.

She shook her head, her jade necklace dangling, " Hmm, perhaps," she thought, "all she needs a heathly dose of fear. That ought to brighten her hell-bent day of training." she chuckled silently to herself, planning what to do. It would not be wise to confront her directly, even though her magic would give her the upper-hand. No, it had to be something much more un-predicable.

She crept out of the densest part of the tree, using her long claws to grip to the end of the branch. Her wings fluttered only slightly as she gained her balance again after moving. She was only a few yards away from where this one practiced, but high enough up so that her neither her scent nor sound would be carried down on the wind.

She closed her yellow eyes for just a moment, picturing the she-wolf's face in her mind as she thought to her, " Oh my, quite the peacock aren't we?" She let out a sly smile, waiting for the reaction.

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Before she could begin weaving through the trees once more, she felt something out-of-place. Pausing, she could feel the scritching and scratching of an unfamiliar thought boring through her head. With a grunt, she shook her entire body, attempting to rid herself of the strange affliction. But it never left her.

Then, it spoke. Oh my, quite the peacock, aren't we?"

Yura's ear twitched in irritation. A female voice in her head--what to do now? Make friends with it? Make an enemy of it? Yes, it did frighten her...to an extent. Her eyes were stern, but her body shook slightly. Perhaps it belonged to someone? No...there was no one else around. There were only three wolves in this pack: Semei, his mate, and herself. So who...?

She shook her head again, trying to rid it of the empty noise that filled it. What was she thinking? The world was a large place; anyone could throw their voice like this. Granted, she never knew anyone who had such an ability, but it was always a possibility. With a sudden smirk, she decided she would play with this voice for as long as she could.

"That I am," she responded, her voice giving faint hints of apprehension, "Did you enjoy the show? I can always do it again, but this time, I can make it even better than the last." She pressed her nose to the ground and waited. Before long, a small ember lit and she quickly pulled her nose away. She walked along it, watching as it crept slowly towards a tree. "Which tree to burn, milady? This one or that one?"

The trees she was referring to were nowhere near Mut-iarna, however the danger of the fire spreading to the intruding wolf still remained...

((Sorry. Kind of a sucky post. D; ))

[riva]

(ooc: doesn't matter. xD my posts are rather sucky too, I'm really out of practice.)

She chuckled to herself a little, it wasn't the normal reaction she got from wolves. Most of them assumed they were going crazy. " Oh, no, that won't be needed. " Mut-iarna thought, " I'd much perfer a fight to a show. "

She came out to the end of the tree, curled up into a ball, and then leaped, her wings snapping out. She floated down to the ground, her paws sizzling were they stamped out a few stray embers. She had landed a few feet behind her, and she spoke through her head, "Might you turn around? I'd enjoy seeing the face of the one I've been watching. "

Mut-iarna realized something as she landed. This she-wolf was much larger than herself, nearly twice as tall. And she could fly. she mumbled to herself "Well, this ought to be interesting..."

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A fight, hmm? Her hackles rose slowly in giddy anticipation. She shifted her weight from one paw to another, tail wagging slowly. She could feel her heart pounding, preparing for the rush of adrenaline that would course through her body as she maneuvered and slinked about during battle.

When she was told to turn around, she did so promptly, somewhat surprised at the other female. How in the world had she so silently gotten here? No matter. With a smile, Yura lowered her head and let her eyes twinkle, the glint of chaos and bloodthirst found deep within the soul-sucking blue hue of her eyes. Her hackles were fully raised, and she fluffed her feathers to make herself seem so much larger.

"You seem no more harmless than a moth," she smirked. "You really wish to die, then? Well go on, lay down and wait for me. I'll help you out." Thick, gray smoke poured from her mouth as she spoke, threatening the appearance of some type of fire. This whelp had actually challenged her? Either she was very confident in her abilities, or she was extremely stupid.

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she chuckled a little at her words, "You know, as much as I enjoy you calling me a whelp, I think you ought to shut that cocky little mouth of yours." She lifed her maw, grinding the soft earth with her claws. It wasn't so much that she liked fighting, more that she enjoyed putting over-confident wolves in their place. Nothing made her sicker than a wolf who flaunted their power.

She blew a small whisp of cold air, the steam that rose from the other fae's mouth turned to water as it reached her, "Oh, I have no intention of dying either. Were's the fun in that, anways?"

Mut-iarna did as Yura did, fluffing out her feathers. She found her own wingspan was larger than the fae's was. She smiled a little, a plan forming in her head, as she leaned down, muscles coiling into springs. " Shall we dance? " she dipped her head, there was no reason to not be proper, even to such a wolf.

(ooc: sorry this sucks, I just woke up and I'm working on a english paper.)

[satumitsumi]

((It's okay! ))

Yura rolled her eyes at the femme's obvious pride in her own wingspan. Please--wingspan meant nothing to her. She merely used her wings as a scare tactic before a battle. What truly mattered to her was how she utilized them.

The show-offy mutt mentioned Yura calling her a whelp...but Yura'd never said a word. Ah. You wish to read my mind, do you? Go on, there's not a lot going on in there...delve as deep as you can. Deep until you can't find your way out anymore, she laughed coolly in her mind.

Her deep rouge fur rippled in the wind as she put herself into position. She did her best to clear her mind, to pay attention to the wind and the sound of dirt shifting under their paws; the sound of the trees hissing in anticipation, the sound of birds hastily making their way to their next destinations.

Suddenly, Yura made as though she were about to charge Mut-iarna head-on, then began thinking of all of the horrible noises she had heard in her lifetime. The sounds of animals writhing in agony, eaten alive by flames; the Whelp's--the one she had been training for earlier--wing being torn away from her body; even her own ear being separated from her head. Anything and everything she could think of, she thought of as a whole, filling her mind with a chaotic mess of terror and pain.

As this was going on, she dodged to the right and attempted to use her head to slide Mut-iarna around, to throw her off-balance. If it succeeded, she would aim straight for the femme's throat. Don't slip up, Puppy. You don't want to get hurt!

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(ooc: yeah, Mut-iarna can't read minds, she can only send her thoughts to others. if she could read minds that be totally godmodding. >> I tought she had said the word "whelp" aloud, not thought it.)

Mut-iarna shook her head, "Now, what is that silly fae doing? She's staring into my eyes like she's insane. Tisk-tisk... she must think I can read minds or something, hmm... She thought for a moment, wondering how she could use this to her advantage.

She knew her type: Strong, dark, sadistic, probably some horrible event in her past involving her family... She could always take a stab in the pyshcoloigcal dark. But wait, no, that'd be playing dirty. She wasn't going to stoop that low. At least not in this fight.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught her eye, and she saw Yura heading straight toward her. She winched, the jaws of her foe scrapping at the side of her shoulder as she flew quickly up. "Ow, damn... pay attention," she chided herself, praying a silent prayer that she had been able to evade with the bite marks. Strangely, they burned, and she took a moment to lick them, cooling her tounge to ice, "What, what is this? How'd she do that?"

She pondered not a moment longer, and she took off like a shot. She quickly flew up, then behind herself, stomach to the clouds, claws outstreched, then flew sharply back down towards Yura. "Okay, no more funny business chicky-poo, you better but your big-girl claws on." She said, centimeters from her face, wings arched back to slow down fangs and claws draw up.

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((Oops. My bad. ))

As she turned about to watch the femme tend momentarily to her wounds, she licked her teeth, which were shining with a light reddish-orange hue. This was a technique she had trouble keeping tabs on, as it tended to burn her mouth. Hence the reason why she was licking the newly-added weaponry from her teeth.

She watched as Mut-iarna took off into the air like a shot before coming down again. Unsure what would be the best move, she stayed still to watch. Arching a brow, she noticed that the femme's wings were arched, almost as though she were slowing down to land--or catch the wind.

If there was one thing that Yura understood about fire and heat, was that heat rose. If this little whelp didn't understand the concept of heat by now, she would soon. Yura heated her body until her nearby surroundings shivered and shook with the heatwaves, making sure to press herself towards the ground in case her strategy wasn't fool-proof. The plan was to make the heat rise and, again, throw the femme off-balance.

"You sure do talk big for such a crippled whelp," she chuckled. "Don't keep me waiting, Puppy, I have actual matters to attend to."

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She chuckled to herself, "Hahhaa... is she really going to try and control fire like that around me? She is sorely mistaken." Mut-iarna came to the realization that this fae controlled fire. Fire. Of all the things, of all the kinds of magic a wolf could learn, she had fire. She felt as though she'd hit the jackpot.

Mut-iarna was careful to not let a smug grin spread on her face, and she led Yura on, temporally allowing herself to struggle under the heatwaves for a few moments, then, "Gheata, se raceste cerul, si se raceste acest foc!" She shouted in her mind, as loud as she could, leaving the screams in Yura's ears.

Suddenly, as she said those words, the heatwaves died off, everything died off. The rising heat turned to water and splashed on the earth and the steam leaving Yura's mouth also turned to droplets, falling harmlessly down. And she rode the cold back down to the ground, landing softly, inches from Yura's maw.

It did not matter Mut-iarna's own magic was ice, and that fire typically melted anything she casted. That was too her advantage, at least this time. If it turned to water, that would only dampen the earth and put out the fires and embers it touched. Their magics cancelled one another's out. "Oh, but dear, your magic isn't going to do you very much good you see..." she spoke to Yura, pointing to the puddles that had once been flames.

(ooc: it's fine, ^^ you didn't know.)

[satumitsumi]

((Okay...I'm not really sure how to write this. I'm gonna make this as not-godmoddy as possible. But if it needs changing, lemme know so I can tend to it! DX< Hopefully that made sense.))

Yura flicked her ear violently this way and that to hide from the sound of the screams, however they seemed to stick to her like honey stuck to a pup's fur. In a hint of amazement, she watched as all of the heat dissipated in a flash, feeling the refreshing droplets of water dotting her pelt.

She raised her eyebrows as her opponent landed so close to her. Really? She dared to do this? Yura dared not look down, but, instead, felt tears coming to her eyes. She began taking in deep breaths and raising her head just a little, as if preparing to wail. Then, she let out a sneeze, the liquid used to produce fire, spraying out with it. Although, she made sure it refrained from igniting. It looked the same as saliva as it sprayed outwards towards the femme--a regular sneeze, it seemed. Her hope was that some of the "saliva" had happened to land somewhere on the femme's body.

After Yura twitched her nose this way and that to rid herself of the ticklish feeling, she smiled at her opponent, shrugging a shoulder coolly. "Looks as though you've won, pup," she said, "who could ever fight with such a powerful ability? Might I say," she added, sitting down her gaze drifting somewhere lazily to her left, "I've never happened across one who controlled the cold. Very interesting gift indeed.

"However..." she turned back to Mut-iarna, her horrible blue eyes sucking in every movement the femme made, "it's not very entertaining, is it? Now fire, there's an ability anyone can be amazed with. Both beautiful and amusing--unlike your ability, of course. Here, let me show you." With this she barely twitched her ear once more, concentrating her focus on the droplets that had made their way towards the femme earlier. The droplets would ignite immediately, wherever they'd landed.

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(ooc: that's fine. lawl. o.o snot a la fire. or posion. or at least something that explodes. XD it is kinda hard to fight even with someone would feeds off of sadness and dead puppies.)

Mut-iarna snorted a little, unimpressed by her little show. "Really, you think I'm going to let my gaurd down that easy? I wasn't born yesterday, sweetheart. I haven't won yet." she watched as the fae sneezed, oddly. A few of the water droplets fell on her pelt.

"Well, that's pretty dang strange." She thought, the cooldown from her last spell slowing them down quite a bit. She watched as the fae started to talk again. "What in the world do you mean, oh gods, wait, don't tell me... Something about to catch flame." she rolled her eyes, just in time to watch part of her pelt explode into flame.

Mu yelped, crying out in pain. Though the explosive material had been slightly dampened, the explosion was still quite large. Parts of her pelt had been seared off, and a few parts of hair still burned. the ground was now filled with small holes and displaced dirt at her feet. "Well, that's pretty nifty, I must say... but I don't find destruction beautiful. Not in the least."

Mu-iarna close her eyes for just a second, thinking. A few seconds passed, and her eyes opened, looking towards the sky. "Time to take this to the air." she thought to herself. Without even running, she took off, heading for the clouds. If she could travel even briefly through a cloud, the water it held would clean her wounds off, and give her time to strike back. She didn't like the idea of it, but she was going to have to pull it off her reserve arsenal.

[satumitsumi]

((Lol! Indeed. I don't think it's that she feeds off of sadness and all that, as much as she loves to fight and, of course, using her ability and watching its destruction take its course. She's an evil one. o-o; ))

As she watched her opponent roll her eyes, a wicked, half-smile had twitched its way onto her face. She waited for the next reaction--the fear. Her eyes lit up as Mut-iarna became ablaze. Although it was short-lived, it was a pleasure to see. How often did she see a wolf succumb to her flames one way or another? Thinking back, she smiled. That's actually more often than I realized. As the femme tried to sound cool once again, Yura's half-smile cracked a little, becoming wider. "Beauty comes after destruction, Puppy. It would be wise to keep that in mind next time."

With a quiet "hm?", she watched as Mut-iarna made her hasty retreat into the sky. With a smile, she took off like a shot, pumping her wings as hard as she could to gain speed. She slowly flattened her ear against the wind to block out some of the roaring wind. Her smaller wingspan meant that she could be a tad bit faster than most wolves with larger wings. However, due to how late she took chase, Yura was lagging quite far behind.

No matter. She felt the substance burning and bubbling in her body, gurgling as it began to rise in her throat. The angle they were flying, however, would only serve to shoot Yura's fireball back at her. Brute strength would be required until she could level out or take the upperhand somehow.

"You barely singe your fur, and you're running?" She called over the wind. "What a pitiful dog you are!" Pumping her wings harder, she was able to fly side-by-side with the opponent for a while. Without warning, she slowed just enough to where she reached Mut-iarna's tail. If all went well, she would be able to grab a hold of it and continue her onslaught that way. Her mouth stayed closed as she began collecting the substance and coating her teeth with it. The moment the tail would swing her way, she would open her mouth, teeth alight with fire, and attempt to bite down.

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(ooc: not to be rude or anything, but that is rather god-mode like… I mean, not only is Yura twice as large, her wingspan is also smaller, and therefore would expend more energy to go the same distance as Mu. The fact she caught up after Mu had a 2 minute had start is kinda… unfair. It’s like saying a Stellar’s Sea Eagle (15 lbs, 6.4 ft wingspan) can easily catch up with a Wandering Albatross (13 lbs, 8 ft wingspan). The math and physics doesn’t work out. And, if you read the bio, it says in the “skills” category that she can travel long distances in a fast manner…. Anyways… my computer got a trojan. ^^; sorry about late reply!)

Mu licked her wings for a moment, trying to clean them of the charred fur. “Ug, such a pain…” she thought, looking back for a second, seeing Yura inches from her, “ What in the... How did she catch up so fast?” she growled her silent growl, and whipped her tail up, and then straight down onto Yura’s smug maw.

Though she had caught up, this was no matter. It was part of her plan. One, she might add, the fae was beautifully falling into. She had noticed something, right off the start. She wasn’t the type to let her prey go, no matter what. She had figured Yura would become so blinded by adrenaline and rage she wouldn’t think about falling into a trap. And she hadn’t.

She sighed, soaring into the thick of a large cloud, “I really hate having to do this, but I don’t have much choice…” she had checked, to see if Yura had followed. She had. And she also saw a landing place nearby, in the fronds of a pine tree. Mu closed her mind and her eyes for a moment. She carefully severed the connection she had with Yura, making sure she wouldn’t spy before she started. Unlike her, she didn’t reveal what she was going to do next. Or at least she tried not to.

“Furtuna, venit furtuna, si cresterea rai de singe facute de gheata.*” She said, simply. Plainly. She closed her eyes and gasped, “I might have well just forfeited my life…” And with that, Mu tumbled towards the earth, her wings gone numb. She was freezing, so cold she had stopped shivering. Her stomach landed with a thud on the tree branch, and she had the wind knocked out of her. She looked towards the sky. It had been hard to see in the cloud, and with her white coat, she had hoped Yura had lost her somewhere along the way.

Then, it started.

The water molecules in the clouds above began to freeze, expanding, forming sharp, needle-like crystals of ice. And then they came, every last drop of water frozen, down to the earth. They soared, all different sizes, some the size of leaves, some as big as a one of her wings, as they fell. And Mu silently prayed, the ice freezing to her pelt as it touched her, “Please, gods, let at least one hit her. Just one…’

It didn’t matter much, though. Even if all it did was lower Yura’s core temperature that would be good enough. She could die of hypothermia in this tree, happily. Knowing what evil felt like. Knowing what fire felt like, knowing that she had at least tried.


((ooc: I figured I should translate her spells, which are in Romanian, *= 'Storm, storm come, and turn the evil one's blood to ice.'))

[satumitsumi]

((To be honest, I haven't really been specific about Yura's wingspan. o-o This is the first time I even mentioned her sizing up her wings. When you said her wingspan was smaller, I kinda went "Eh. Screw it, let's make them on the small side." But okay. My bad.

Sorry to say, but your spell list suggest that this Furtuna spell you have can only be used during some type of storm. I didn't read anywhere that you could actually create storms with that spell...just checking.

And even if she were able to use her Furtuna spell regardless of the lack of falling rain, wouldn't she harm herself before she were even able to complete both spells, just because of the fact that they are both extremely complicated spells?))