I'm Flying To Hell

[Savage Sage]

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Fog was like a pale window, an illusion to many who could not see through the true mist. However, beastly yellow eyes appeared in the middle of it, stepping forward. A shadow, forming a godly figure. As it approached, the outline was perfection, pure blooded beauty. Of direct lines of the Thanatos family, her slit eyes held more than it could truly show in pride. Ivory claws dug into the dirt that carried her on invisible wings, and the earthy scent was almost sickening to the she wolf. For, the sky was her realm, yet she found no possible way to yet make it that way. Almost feeling disgusted with herself, she snorted.

The scars on her back, the strange markings she was born with suggested her path. Perhaps she had been a bird, or even better, the bat. What a great feeling, for every night to be claimed by her such as the current. With the crescent moon shining upon her pelt, the hue was a light purple. As a smile cracked through her maw, a smirk that spoke damnation, her pace quickened. She felt her senses tickle her, and she was hungry for excitement.

She found herself at a boulders, two, perhaps 20 feet apart. With a cackle, she readied herself. She ran, and jumped. Slender legs shot through the air with deadly aim, and her tail flew behind her on the air. As the wind rushed through her pelt, it felt like strength. Like a burning strength encouraging her to do more than she was physically possible to do, yet she felt the longing. She wanted to belong to the air, to let the cool touch be all she needed. And of course her brother to share it with her.

Shel looked as though she were flying, with no wigs as her body lept. It was insane, but she felt as though she could fly. It may be her affiliating with the element whom space she roamed, but she couldn't be sure. With a swift landing, she smirked and cackled lightly, looking back at the soace she cleared.

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[♋Makarov♋]

The desert - they say - is no place for any animal: the fox, the rabbit, the deer, the wolf. What a strange way to think about it though, to come here and see the hard and softpan stretching out endlessly from every angle of you. To see the nakedness of it all, the quiet, as if completely devoid of any and all sane life-forms, yes perhaps one might take it in as being a place forever scarred by heat and marred by the self-destructive fascination of thrill seeking wanderers. But look a little bit closer, friends, peel your eyes a little. That frond of waxy plant you walked passed carelessly without noticing, the buzzard soaring in ever widening clockwise circles above your head, that lizard scurrying out from beneath your paws and into the cool safety of his den. When a creature took their time and actually used their sense they would see that all of those animals, said to be incapable, all living here, thriving on the heat and the dryness. Wolves and foxes, with thin pelts and lithe bodies, long-legged herbivores striding in formation across this great expanse of sun and sand. A whole ecosystem existed here in secret.

To Priest though it was simply too hot, and his detour across the place had become something of an unpleasant one. A coral tongue, veined in darker hues of the fleshy tones, slopped elegantly from his sharp muzzle and dangled up and down quickly, sending flecks of saliva flinging off from his jaws, slightly agape. Despite the desert sun cooking his back from above, the fox's lean form moved like a shadow, quick and fleeting, hard to make out even in the open terrain. The sooner he made it back to the Vulpes Clan lands things would be thrown into motion. The council would meet to name another leader with their former recently dead. Many waited in the wings for such a position, but Priest Machiavelli knew he would be the one to take the prize. It was his will, sheer tenacity, and his loathing of loss that drove him forward like a missile to his destined goal. An explosion was so inevitable.

Nothing in the land seemed to change much, it was all endless and it was starting to bore the travelling fox immensely. He yearned for something interesting, something sudden and chaotic to flit across his path. What was the world without a little bit of intrigue, a little bit of trouble? And then he saw it. At first, Priest assumed it was just a mirage, a trick of his eyes played with the heat and evaporating water vapor racing skyward and causing the land in front of him to swirl with invisible currents. There was a ridge and two large rocks placed a fair distance from each other. The gap cup a blue gash in the middle of his swirling heat vision and as he came closer he soon realized it was not an illusion he was seeing. It was a masterful and not unheard of topography here in the strange heated lands of the desert. And what was this? Priest was greeted by the strangest sight indeed, in the form of a rangy Maned Wolf - a breed often described to look akin to his own species. She was taking off at an incredible pace, racing towards the cliff face where she assuredly wished to leap and cross the gap.

Priest was not one to assume things, and he watched the spectacle with mild amusement, a quirked smile then spreading across his face as he watched her almost seem to soar, and touch down almost effortlessly on the other side. As much as he would have rathered her plummet to her doom, this would still provide him some sort of diversion. Of course a Fire Bender would be out scouring the emptiness of the vast landscape.

"Marvelous! A simply splendid leap of faith my dear, mm yes. You soared most beautifully," the he-fox piped up, and his voice was like nails on a chalkboard, coupled with this enticing underlying coo. A small, unrestrained burble of laughter drifted sharply off his lips. "Mhmhm, you should do it again."

Priest stared up the gap with his strange, pupil-less white orbs.

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[Savage Sage]

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Nemesis felt a heat warm her breath as a little bit of fire came with her breath Well, more of a flame, or smoke even. But even as she breathed, she suddenly became wary of a scent. It smelled of shows, but not darkness, as strange as it seemed. Hm? What is this? Nemesis thought to herself. She glared with yellow pupils, and wondered what was going on. How could it smell of darkness yet not be evil? Sure, maybe. . . Not exactly good, but still.

Her paws felt the coolness of the earth below her paws, and she didn't particularly like it compared to the coldness of the sky, the bitter touch that aroused her senses. Her pure blood would tingle with excitement at the thought of flying with her brother! Why, what perfection would that be? Be the very perfection of the Thanatos line! What ecstatic purity that would be. To defy life once more. To survive what even the air benders couldn't!

As she heard a sudden voice, her ears pricked up. The cliff wasn't that high, and she looked down to see a fox. Damn shadow mender, that's what the feeling was. However, she saw something in the eyes of the fox that made her wonder. What was it she couldn't see? Perhaps a deceiving of none other. However, Nemesis smirked at the words. She was proud of herself. But she wouldn't let that blind her. She suddenly cackled. With a glint in her eyes, she lept off the side of the cliff. Finding one foot hold, she balanced herself on it, and then she lept the rest of the way. With her muzzle at the ground right now, she cackled loudly.

So, you admire that, hm? Nemesis asked, lifting her yellow hued gaze to the female. Her pale eyes reminded Nemesis of strength, and she somehow felt that same strength creep into her body. With a snicker, she looked up, and coughed. The cold air was getting to her. As she coughed, a little fire ball heated her throat. Shaking her head, she gaped at the small fox.

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[♋Makarov♋]

The other creature was flitting, creeping, but very alert, much like Priest was, but with a slight demented demeanor to it all. Their likeness was very sudden and apparent, but not at all complete. The moment she heard Priest's voice she gazed down with feline pupils and inspected him like a quirky bird of prey. The fire beasts, they were always so strange... The fox had a hunch that maybe the proud few of them had been inbreeding for the past few generations and thus caused such kinds of genetic malfunctions amongst the latest kin of the kingdom. Well whatever floated their boat. Priest didn't really fancy any of his siblings, there was just no need of it when there was so much more hot tail out there lurking, waiting to be discovered by yours truly. The cross-colored fox lifted his black and gray masked face and watched as the lithe creature made long, well calculated leaps down the side of the drop, using the little footing there was to scale her way down until she was finally at level with the wiley fox. From there the difference in height between them became starkly evident, but the smaller canine seemed oddly unperturbed. It was not a worry of his, nothing he normally fretted about.

She regarded him with those pupils, vertical slits, and though this daytime light did horrendous things to his vision he could still see the look of casual interest on her face. In the center of the fox's empty white eyes a small dark ball appeared and then grew, expanding until twin slitted pupils existed inside of his own face. They almost seemed to mock Nemesis, and at the same time oddly complimented her. Priest could barely keep his smile under wraps as she gazed him up and down and spoke in a cracked voice.

It is a wonder these inbred Fire Benders are able to stand let alone leap great lengths.

Who knew that his lofty, racially slurred guess had caught on to something laying underneath in Nemesis's personality that did not necessarily shine on the surface of her being save the odd, nutty quirk of the head and ears and the jittery look in her wet, limpid eyes. It almost pained the jokester to be near such a creature but it was entertainment he had wanted and by goodness entertainment he would have.

"So, you admire that, hm?"

In response his muzzle opened up into that unrestrained grin, bearing a great number of the pearly white needles that existed inside of his tapered muzzle. His black-daubed ears flattened back against his head in a slightly innocent matter and the slitted nature of his mock pupils remained ever staring in Nemesis's direction. "Oh but of course! It is not every day you get to see a wolf flying wouldn't you agree. I mean, of course I saw pigs flying once, but never wolves." His cheeky nature seemed unperturbed. The tip of the fox's tail flicked off to the side and then back again in a luxurious swipe as he stood their facing the creature doubled his height but more then likely weighing not much more then even himself. There was a faked interest in his voice when he spoke next, but with the expertise of a pro he hardly let this off and quipped in with yet another question.

"I wonder how you do it really. Fire Benders are really quite remarkable beings."

What was the little psycho getting to? What was he playing at?

[Savage Sage]

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Nemesis couldn't say she liked this fox, but she didn't particularly hate him. There was something she was sure she couldn't see him, and that kept her distance from him. Her yellow eyes were narrowed, an she wondered why she was even communing with him. But there were always her "howevers". For he was the first one she didn't feel like killing all day! With a sudden sly manner of her mouth, she chuckled and stood up.

She watched as the fox rushed his words, and an odd. . . Voice he carried was making Nemesis curious. She began to circle the being of darkness, and shifted her gaze from every part of his body. Indeed.[/b] She hissed, suddenly in a mood of wanting to kill something. Perhaps it was the absence of Graverobber, for he was yet to catch up with her. She began to growl, and raised her hackles.

Enough with the games, you fool. I'm not falling for anything. You little shadow benders are quiet the sneaky ones. Nemesis didn't even know if there was an act, but she didn't like his admiring. It was to much. No one, not even the gods, would praise her this much without being up to something! Her fangs where in a snarl, and she opened her mouth and a little bit of flames lifted into the air. She snapped her jaws, and felt strength in her brittle bones.

[color-purple]Give me one reason you deserve to live, fool. One good reason.[/color] Nemesis was not in a good mood anymore. Due to what, who will ever know? For her mind is demented.

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