Asmotinkerus

[Asmodeus]

Location: Scary spoopy woods. | Tag: @sele Your mom.
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Gorhart is smart. Gorhart is great.

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[Asmodeus]

Location: F. | Tag: Gorhart, @sele's Estenia, @sele's Rosfyr
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Small amounts of methanol occur naturally in plants and animals.

Methanol flames are almost invisible.

Scurry scurry, fawns and fools,
Snatch up the child, put down your tools,
The forest burns yet makes no palls,
A flameless fire, it seems

Then screaming as you strike your flesh
Know well that you have suffered less
Than when the heavens were possessed
By sweet Iola's screams

Years from now, they would call it the Black Dance. And they would say it lasted thirteen moons. For what else should be thought, when a forest withers in front of you?

"I am Gorhart!"

she cried.

Scorched trees would not lead this dance, though countless quivered here like actors on a stage. Instead it was the things that ran between them. People and animals. A whole cast summoned for an unruly encore. Limbs shook and wings fluttered as the survivors dropped and rolled and fretted and thrashed. In time, this menagerie grew alike. Matching costumes - hairless and unclothed. Perfume shared - of burning fur and birthing charcoal. Even their cries became one. A chittering chorus. A nightmare ode.

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