Oct 19, 2017
Igniparous: bringing forth fire // @bulletbred
Her laughter cuts through the fire, the upturned earth, the pitiful screams of men suffocated by shadow and heat. She is slender, and she is wild, and she is uncontrolled in all this chaos, a place she might call home.
(Rhaast smells-tastes-hears death and he burns, passion and bloodlust and obsession-goal-purpose. Kayn tightens his hold on the weapon, but he fights, and he calls for bloodshed and more.
His voice echoes. She will surely have heard.)
“A woman of taste!” he laughs, revitalized, energized, a fury among demons.
(But she is not. The whole battlefield reeks of gunpowder, of smoke. She is chaos’ daughter, the heart of all the flames.)
“A woman who stands in my way. You! What is your name?”
