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Don't mind me I'm just killing my daughter

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Basic Fire:
1/2 Increase body temperature
0/2 Melt Materials
1/2 Fire Manipulation
1/2 Conjure Fire

4/325

Rook cradled the tiny lick of flame between her paws, keeping them just far apart that she could keep the flame lit. Sucking in a deep breath, she opened her eyes and spun on the yittle she could hear behind her, giggling to set her on edge. The moment she spun around, it darted out of reach again, quicker than a bolt of lightning. But Rook didn't want to fight it. She didn't know how hard a punch it could hit, since the scratches on her back were so thin, but she didn't want to risk it after she'd seen how huge and threatening the kindrin were.

Rook glanced down around the branch she was crouched on. It was only getting thinner as she kept trying to slink away from the yittles, and she could see several with their legs hooked over branches as they chortled at her from higher branches before disappearing again. Down below, she could see a river running through the nighttime forest, chilly water reflecting the creatures above it. Rook still didn't know if these spites could swim, but....she wasn't sure what else she could do, even if they weren't attacking her.

First she had to keep them from trying to take swipes at her just to set her on edge, not that their attempts weren't working. Sucking in another breathe in preparation, she dropped into a crouch on the branch and gripped the branch with the hand that had been doing most of the controlling of the bit of fire. It started to fade, and then caught on the wood and bits of plant and bugs between the bark, roaring back into life. The yittles let out a short series of chitters, shooting further away from the branch Rook was crouched on and currently focusing on setting alight.

She glanced down briefly, shaking as she admitted that her wings weren't close enough to grown in to be able to fly at all. She'd just fall like a rock. She almost slid off the tree when she let out a startled yelp from catching a glimpse of a yittle again. Better than dealing with those things, at least. Still, she was hesitant to just jump off into the river.

Rook coughed and choked on the black smoke rising from the fire as it clung to the branches, backing up away from where the branch was growing black and falling apart under the fire's touch, bits of charred bark dropping into the river below. She'd lost any amount of command over it, too distracted by the river under the branch, and the fire was moving entirely normally again, eating away at the branch. The yittles hissed in frustration, but scuried away from the fire and, by extension, Rook.

The wyngro gulped, slinking backwards along the branch with a final glance down. No going back, that was literally impossible. Regarless, she straightened up and slithered off the branch, hearing it snap as her slight jump broke off a portion of the charred wood with her. Rook's eyes teared momentarily from the smoke still in her eyes from the fire, and held in her breath just before she hit the water with an audible smack. The wyngro opened her eyes, unsure if the sting of water was better than the sting of smoke, and immediately regretted it. She'd landed where the bits of ash and burned wood had fallen into the water as well, even if she was getting swept downriver. Eyes now burning and blurry, Rook's paws flailed as she sought the surface of the water. She'd never had to swim before, and this was certainly not the best way to start. Her lungs burned when she started to run out of air, jaws nearly parting with the urge to suck in more even while underwater. Bumping against rocks and mud along the edge of the river's bottom and sides, she finally shot up out of the initially confusing riverwater. Cracking her eyes open , she glanced in what she assumed to be the direction she'd come from. Who knew how long that fire would end up burning or how far it would spread. She would be guilty if she weren't still so panicky as she glanced towards the shores, beginning to dog-paddle towards them after many sinking efforts.

Gagging on ash-choked water, Rook flopped out of the water like a dead fish, fur quickly soaked by the mud on the riverbank. She didn't know if there were more horrible creatures out here, but at this point, after the panic the yittles had sent her into and the fire she'd started that had sent her into the water, she was too tired to care. She laid on the mud for a lengthy time before she wobbled into a crouch, slinking away from the water to somewhere more dry and smelling less like ash. She ended up against a bush, curled up next to it like a wyngling. Still no Wynsiph. At least being away from the spites was a start.

Description

Timelapse video: youtu.be/wmo2giItLig

Previous | First | Next |

Don't mind me I'm just killing my daughter

+ colored tongue ( helixagonal.deviantart.com/art…

Basic Fire:
1/2 Increase body temperature
0/2 Melt Materials
1/2 Fire Manipulation
1/2 Conjure Fire

4/325

Rook cradled the tiny lick of flame between her paws, keeping them just far apart that she could keep the flame lit. Sucking in a deep breath, she opened her eyes and spun on the yittle she could hear behind her, giggling to set her on edge. The moment she spun around, it darted out of reach again, quicker than a bolt of lightning. But Rook didn't want to fight it. She didn't know how hard a punch it could hit, since the scratches on her back were so thin, but she didn't want to risk it after she'd seen how huge and threatening the kindrin were.

Rook glanced down around the branch she was crouched on. It was only getting thinner as she kept trying to slink away from the yittles, and she could see several with their legs hooked over branches as they chortled at her from higher branches before disappearing again. Down below, she could see a river running through the nighttime forest, chilly water reflecting the creatures above it. Rook still didn't know if these spites could swim, but....she wasn't sure what else she could do, even if they weren't attacking her.

First she had to keep them from trying to take swipes at her just to set her on edge, not that their attempts weren't working. Sucking in another breathe in preparation, she dropped into a crouch on the branch and gripped the branch with the hand that had been doing most of the controlling of the bit of fire. It started to fade, and then caught on the wood and bits of plant and bugs between the bark, roaring back into life. The yittles let out a short series of chitters, shooting further away from the branch Rook was crouched on and currently focusing on setting alight.

She glanced down briefly, shaking as she admitted that her wings weren't close enough to grown in to be able to fly at all. She'd just fall like a rock. She almost slid off the tree when she let out a startled yelp from catching a glimpse of a yittle again. Better than dealing with those things, at least. Still, she was hesitant to just jump off into the river.

Rook coughed and choked on the black smoke rising from the fire as it clung to the branches, backing up away from where the branch was growing black and falling apart under the fire's touch, bits of charred bark dropping into the river below. She'd lost any amount of command over it, too distracted by the river under the branch, and the fire was moving entirely normally again, eating away at the branch. The yittles hissed in frustration, but scuried away from the fire and, by extension, Rook.

The wyngro gulped, slinking backwards along the branch with a final glance down. No going back, that was literally impossible. Regarless, she straightened up and slithered off the branch, hearing it snap as her slight jump broke off a portion of the charred wood with her. Rook's eyes teared momentarily from the smoke still in her eyes from the fire, and held in her breath just before she hit the water with an audible smack. The wyngro opened her eyes, unsure if the sting of water was better than the sting of smoke, and immediately regretted it. She'd landed where the bits of ash and burned wood had fallen into the water as well, even if she was getting swept downriver. Eyes now burning and blurry, Rook's paws flailed as she sought the surface of the water. She'd never had to swim before, and this was certainly not the best way to start. Her lungs burned when she started to run out of air, jaws nearly parting with the urge to suck in more even while underwater. Bumping against rocks and mud along the edge of the river's bottom and sides, she finally shot up out of the initially confusing riverwater. Cracking her eyes open , she glanced in what she assumed to be the direction she'd come from. Who knew how long that fire would end up burning or how far it would spread. She would be guilty if she weren't still so panicky as she glanced towards the shores, beginning to dog-paddle towards them after many sinking efforts.

Gagging on ash-choked water, Rook flopped out of the water like a dead fish, fur quickly soaked by the mud on the riverbank. She didn't know if there were more horrible creatures out here, but at this point, after the panic the yittles had sent her into and the fire she'd started that had sent her into the water, she was too tired to care. She laid on the mud for a lengthy time before she wobbled into a crouch, slinking away from the water to somewhere more dry and smelling less like ash. She ended up against a bush, curled up next to it like a wyngling. Still no Wynsiph. At least being away from the spites was a start.