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Peregrine

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Modern fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by high fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
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Not a big fan of purely realistic stories. I want something more than real life in my plots please!
Amaris couldn’t help but let out a hiss at Jukhery’s words. She might not think a lot of the birdbrain’s decision making skills, but she knew that there was no way it would make such an important mistake. Not when Ansell’s life, and therefore its own, was hanging in the balance.

But his words indicated nothing good for either of them. Amaris had experienced a lot of powers in her life, but she found few as annoying as true earth shamans. Their power was tied to the very vitality of the land they controlled, and as long as life still existed within their domain, their power was endless.

Her attention momentarily distracted, there was a wet squelching noise from her barrier, and Amaris promptly reinforced the damaged section. However, even her distraction didn’t prevent her from scolding Jukheyr’s final statement, her words as much instinct as rational. “They won’t stop. Even if you find some way to muffle the power, it won’t stop looking for him as long as a trace of that power remains on this land. It’s not rational. It’ll drain all the life from this land before it’ll stop searching out what’s been taken from it.”

Amaris grunted as a particularly heavy blow struck against the barrier. However, that didn’t stop her from staring at both Ansell and Jukheyr. “Way I see it, you’ve got three options. Find a way to get that power out of him and either give it back or completely destroy it, continue to fight against these abominations until this entire valley becomes a barren wasteland, or get him far enough away from this land it loses track of the power and goes dormant.”

Amaris truly couldn’t see any other options. This tidal wave was not a force that could be reasoned with. It was simply the desperate efforts of the land to regain the power that had doubtless taken it tens or even hundreds of thousands of years to accumulate. Either it got the power back, or it couldn’t find the power anymore.

Of course, the bloodwitch knew full well that there was no way that Ansell would like any of those options. Unfortunately for the boy, though, life was simply like that sometimes.

Another shudder ran through the barrier, hundreds of droplets of blood showering down around them before they gathered into streams on the ground and flowed back into the barrier. It was possible to hear the muffled sound of some sort of high-pitched buzzing on the other side of the barrier. Amaris spat out the mouthful of blood that had pooled behind her lips in the short time she’d spent silent.

“Take your time.”
 
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Not really a fan of nonfiction.
Ansell cowered under the rattling bang on Amaris' shield, blood drops dousing him before recollecting itself; Ansell had watched the process, as gory as it was, Amaris' blood continuing to ooze like a red sea. He didn't doubt her ability to hold up, it just seemed selfish to make her. He had a decision to make, Amaris had made that much clear for him, and each were unfavorable as the last. Ansell gave his scar a hard stare, briefly imagining carving it out; he quickly realized the useless suffering that would bring. It was in him, like it or not.

The idea of a massacre was - equally unappealing. Ansell wasn't exactly the sharpest on the work of magic; that'd been Jukheyr's thing, at one time, before it'd gotten bored and eventually stopped. However, he knew of mana, how magic was the product of manipulating it. It was a power source, drawing from a force and manifesting in myriad ways. He was starkly reminded of his own situation with Jukheyr. Ansell pictured the conjured force of Thumil, unleashed, untamed.

That left Ansell with a single option. Ansell stepped away from where Amaris had planted herself, taking a long breath that slowly rose the temperature of the dome.

"Amaris," Ansell spoke, though it was closer to a vocalized roar of flame. Ansell stared into the witch, eyes gone in a flash of white fire. "Please keep your dome up."

The veins beneath Ansell's skin began to glow, scarlet soaking through his flesh, bones growing up and visible from his internal pyre. Ansell let out a breath, fire curling around his head, running over his arms in a solid plume. Ansell's hands were molten in their transparency, fire building - shrinking, striking hotter and repeating. A flowing fire bled from one digit to the next, running through his fingers and gaining power, more of the strange fire accumulating.

Ansell breathed again, smoke billowing from his lips, surrounding him then stretching out. Wings, built of gray figments, barely feathers, solid in some bizarre way. "Jukheyr," Ansell's glare melted into the vulture, "Stay with Amaris."

Ansell crouched, wings spreading over the bloody ground. There was a wisp of smoke where Ansell - had been, diving towards the top of the dome and sinking through it. As expected, the hole Ansell had made was a mostly inconsequential gap in the maintained web. As for the creatures that had piled atop each other, they were of no concern, either; they'd been reduced to husks at Ansell's touch.

Jukheyr was left blinking at the recovered hole, taking a few wobbling steps forward. "What is he- Amaris, you have to-"

There was an explosion outside the dome, heat suffusing the dome, the outer most layers bubbling, hardening under the heat. Jukheyr looked shaken, but not unstable; Ansell was still near, and by the sound of shrill death outside the dorm, in fighting form. The onslaught of heat and presumably fire was felt through the dome, though the internal heat was nothing compared to the pale flame that bathed the spawn.

The roar of flame went on, the heat grew, but eventually the screeching stopped. Jukheyr's head cocked, eyes glinting like it knew something. "Drop it," Jukheyr said, squinting at the wall. "It's...safe."

The heat would not abate when the dome would fall, not when the surrounding landscape had been transformed; the forest had been made into ash, every tree, every shrub, every ounce of dirt had been made gray through the thorough wash of flame. A flood of fire sunk into the earth, still squirming beneath one's notice, streaming over the scorched ground from-

"Ansell?"

Ansell's eyes opened with a snuffing flame, blinking away firelight until his dark eyes stared back at Jukheyr. Ansell's expression was one of focus, arms at his sides, crouching with his wings melding through the ground. Flame poured off him, hands channeling the power directly into the earth, fighting against the life that was all too eager to spawn.

"I'm fine," Ansell finally answered, voice strained. "That was just - a lot, and I can't-" Ansell gasped as an insect head burst from the ground ahead of him, a snarling, hideous creature; it was a crumbling husk of ash a moment later, Ansell's fire devouring it. Ansell shared a shocked glance with Jukheyr, the vulture staring back just as petrified. "I can't keep this up, I'm- I'm going to-" Ansell bit back his words, teeth gritting as he dipped down into his strange magic, fire bursting anew from his fingers.

"I'm going to leave. Jukheyr, I need you to stay. I need you to tell them."

Jukheyr's thoughts went to his family, to his mothers. "I will."

Ansell breathed hard, nodding hard, features agonized by strain. "A-Amaris, I'll find you." Ansell's wings rose from the ground, preparing for flight. "W-wait, okay? Just wait."
 

Peregrine

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Primarily Prefer Male, No Preferences
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Fairly aggressive. I'm perfectly happy to guide the story, but if your posts never move the plot forward at all, then we'll have a problem.
Favorite Genres
Modern fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by high fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Genre You DON'T Like
Not a big fan of purely realistic stories. I want something more than real life in my plots please!
Amaris kept the corner of her gaze locked on Ansell, even as the vast majority of her attention was devoted to maintaining the blood barrier that was currently undergoing the ruthless assault. Despite her sarcasm from only moments before, she had meant what she'd said. Amaris was good at nothing if not enduring, and she'd buy Ansell all the time he needed to make his decision.

Honestly, she never expected he'd be able to come to a conclusion so quickly.

She could almost feel the moment he made his resolution in the heat of the flames that flickered around his body. For one moment they seemed to exchange a glance, and then Amaris nodded. She wondered what decision he'd made, tried to guess at his intentions in the lines of his face and the weight of his eyes.

But Amaris was no expert at understanding people, and long before she could even begin to guess at his intentions the flame around him swelled further, and Ansell blasted through the barrier, carving a hole through the tough, bloody fibers. The instant he passed through they began to weave back together, sealing the hole and swallowing the brief view of the monsters outside almost instantly. A moment later and a baptism of flame enveloped the dome, causing the temperature to skyrocket. Amaris felt as the roof of her mouth instantly dried out from the intensity of the heat, while needles of pain ran up and down her exposed skin.

The flames surged higher and higher, the sound of rushing air all they could hear. And then it faded away.

Amaris allowed the blood dome to drop at Jukheyr's words, before her eyes locked on to Ansell, one brow raised. Their fight at his house had already shown that a blast of flame wouldn't be enough to stop them for long, but the wasteland around them created from Ansell's flame would buy them a few seconds, maybe half a minute at best, before more could appear from within the earth and work their way over.

"What are you planning, kid?" Amaris asked, but Ansell didn't seem to hear her. His eyes seemed distant, focused entirely on whatever thoughts were consuming him. So she didn't press the issue, instead watching the exchange between him and Jukheyr, waiting to hear his decision.

And then he finally said it. Leave. He was going to leave.

Even as weak as she was at understanding people, Amaris could understand that Ansell was almost panicking. There was little she could do for him other than nod and agree.

"Don't worry," she replied, calm. Maybe reassuring. "I'll stick with Jukheyr until we're all clear of that shrub's land."
 
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Not really a fan of nonfiction.
Glass beads struck the ground when Ansell nodded, crystalline tears falling off his face. He shuddered, fire looking colder, burning closer to his skin. "O-okay, okay." It was hard to say if Ansell was truly comforted, or simply putting his faith in Amaris' words. Either way, he remained unsettled. His hands, arms like, trembled under their streaming flame, wings flaring at his back - he readied for takeoff with what strength he had left.

Jukheyr made a move, one that halted over the crumbling earth. "Where are you going, Ansell?" Jukheyr asked, voice kept low, as close to calm as it'd ever been.

Ansell met it with a frantic stare, eyes brimming over with waxy tears, falling heavy off his cheeks. "As far away as I have to."

Smoldering wings gave a beat, scorching air rippling over the ground, kicking up a smothering cloud of ash. On the second beat, the heat intensified, light shining from within the smokescreen, and then came a thunderous crack. A flame leapt up out the ash, into the air, a fiery streak that looked to reach the sky.

The ground pulled up in the boy's absence, and then, after a concerning tremor, began to settle. The earth continued to crumble, ashen marshes in the landscape, not a spawned abomination in sight.

Jukheyr's head craned upward, looking skyward - it looked for Ansell, any sign, any spark of the boy being there. The sky was dark, devoid of fire beyond the spots of starlight. Jukheyr looked to the ground, testing with with an outstretched talon - it sunk deep, Jukheyr's weight pushing it through the ash.

"Careful here," Jukheyr warned, flapping it's wings to get itself airborne, forgoing walking through the gray marsh. "You'll sink if you're not." Jukheyr warned, and it was an odd thing from it. The vulture didn't dwell on it, a part of it hoped Amaris wouldn't, either. It flew lowly, more drifted on generated vents of heat until it could find solid earth. It hopped along, finding the path Ansell had carved out from the farm.

"They're waiting on him."

Jukheyr muttered, sounding...troubled. It's claws raked up earth, visibly frustrated. "And he's not coming back." There was a sure venom to the vulture's hiss, wings flaring out, gliding into the darkness.
 

Peregrine

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Fairly aggressive. I'm perfectly happy to guide the story, but if your posts never move the plot forward at all, then we'll have a problem.
Favorite Genres
Modern fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by high fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Genre You DON'T Like
Not a big fan of purely realistic stories. I want something more than real life in my plots please!
Amaris' eyes closed unconsciously as the heat wave from Ansell's takeoff washed over her. However, she opened them a second later, staring up at the sky, watching the streak of fire disappear towards the horizon.

"That was... unexpectedly decisive," Amaris mumbled, to no one in particular. Considering how long it had taken Ansell to come to a decision when he'd been confronting the Wildling, how many times he'd waffled and looked for another solution, she hadn't expected him to so readily come to this conclusion. To take off, without even saying goodbye to his family.

Eventually, Amaris shook her head. Apparently he found it easier to sacrifice himself.

Jukheyr's voice gathered the bloodwitch's attention once more. She nodded in response, not saying anything as she followed behind the bird. It was clear that Jukheyr had been off-put by Ansell's sudden departure, and while whatever trace of emotion Amaris might have felt had already stabilized into her usual mild apathy, she still felt like she understood it. A thought she never would have imagined possible less than forty eight hours ago. As long of a life as she had lived, there was no denying that Ansell had made an impression on her.

She wouldn't push the issue. Not now, anyways.

True to Amaris' speculation, without Ansell's presence to draw them out, the mass of forest-made monstrosities had completely vanished, leaving nothing behind but a trail of devastation. It made their progress back easier, in that regard. Or, at least, it would have, if it wasn't for the wildly unstable ground Amaris had to tread.

She looked up from picking places to put her feet at the sound of Jukheyr's voice. A slight frown wrikled her forehead. "Are you actually upset about that?" the bloodwitch asked, somewhat incredulous. "Ansell's left the valley, and you'll get to go with him. I find it hard to believe that's not something you wanted. All you have to do is pass on a message to people you've never really spoken to before, and then leave."

Her words were undeniably insensitive, if she took into consideration the fact that Jukheyr had been living with the family, albeit indirectly through Ansell. However, without the boy there to temper her words, Amaris found her patience for the birdbrain's surliness almost instantly running short. Considering how much she'd seen Jukheyr torment Ansell, and how desperate the boy had clearly been to keep the god away from his family, Amaris doubted that Jukheyr had ever expressed anything like goodwill or kindness to the little family.
 

Ragamoofin

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Not really a fan of nonfiction.
The earth sizzled, bubbled with an amber glow - Jukheyr's claws leaving molten impressions in it's wake. The vulture didn't answer immediately, chose instead to hold it's tongue, as much as that tasted like sulfur. "I'm not upset," Jukheyr said, not at all sounding like someone who was remotely calm.

"They were expecting him, Amaris. Now, we're returning with this news? It's feathers ruffled, and it's shape seemed to sharpen - metal warping sleeker, friction between it's feathers left a shower of sparks. Jukheyr's stride grew longer, it's patience thin. "I'm not going to be the one upset, they are."

That's what the visibly furious vulture said, at least. It was a vision in red, blazing a furious trail through the woods.

The walk was a surprisingly quiet one; Jukheyr was in no mood to talk, and Amaris was in no mood at all. The two were through the woods before long, back onto charred grass - burrows riddled the yard, empty. Jukheyr didn't give the lot of them a passing glance, stalked through the wreckage with a growl.

"Hounds, shrubs, insects," Jukheyr listed, each one with more vitriol than the last - the vulture's plumage erupted in a spiderweb of red. "Good riddance to this place, it's one infestation after another." It griped.

Jukheyr's eyes narrowed into crimson silts up the hill, the house soon coming into view. The glow of candlelight filled the windows, Jukheyr's beak curled with it's displeasure at the inviting gesture. "I don't imagine you have anything to say to them?" Jukheyr asked the witch, it's stride not breaking as they neared the house. "I'd rather not linger here, not when Ansell is out there alone."
 

Peregrine

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On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
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Adept, Advanced, Prestige
Genders You Prefer Playing
Primarily Prefer Male, No Preferences
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Fairly aggressive. I'm perfectly happy to guide the story, but if your posts never move the plot forward at all, then we'll have a problem.
Favorite Genres
Modern fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by high fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Genre You DON'T Like
Not a big fan of purely realistic stories. I want something more than real life in my plots please!
Amaris’ immediate, almost instinctive reaction to Jukheyr’s statement was quite simple. So what? Why did the birdbrain care if Ansell’s family was upset? It wasn’t as though either of them were going to have to deal with it for more than the couple minutes it took to inform Ansell’s family about his leaving.

Of course, Amaris didn’t feel particularly good about the situation, and if possible she would have rather brought them happy news. Ansell’s family, after all, had been kind to her, and she was always one to repay her debts where she could, however simple they might be. But did Jukheyr really feel any such debt to them? Any good will?

Before she could say anything about it, however, Jukheyr was off, storming across the ground as though the dirt under each step had done it some sort of person wrong. Idly wondering if the birdbrain might try and fight her again if she pushed the matter too far, Amaris walked in silence, organizing her thoughts.

By the time Ansell’s house came back into view, torn ground and all, the bloodwitch had basically figured out what she would say. It was a massively oversimplified summary, but it would serve to give them an overview of what had happened, and what it meant for Ansell. Especially if the family knew anything about nature and earth magics.

However, Jukheyr’s words brought her back out of her thoughts, and she turned to face the bird with some surprise. “What, you’re going to explain what happened to them?” she asked, clearly taken aback. However, a second later and she shrugged. “Fine. Works for me. I have nothing to add; let’s get this over with.”