Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name
’Fire!’
The shout went up and sliced through the night life a knife, but it was impossible to say who it had come from.
Since departing from Terrastella, Israfel found herself trying to familiarize herself with Denocte. She found the nightlife to be terribly intriguing, but it was difficult to move past her previous encounters with certain members of the Night Court and their tendency to whine, bitch, and pander whenever they did not immediately get their way. It was her own personal opinion that most of the gypsies and vagabonds that called this place home were spoiled rotten and used to getting their way, but she had thrust herself here to learn, to better educate herself, to help a court she so otherwise detested. Surely not all citizens of Denocte were comparable to whiny children.
Regardless, when the shout of ’fire!’ pierced through the air, the Sun Daughter’s head twisted, pale ears forward. The scent of woodsmoke was not uncommon on these streets, where the entertainers spent the evenings performing around great burning flames. Yet… Vermilion eyes narrowed through the encroaching darkness, heaving herself away from the troupe of dancers she had been entertained with. This was different. This was no bonfire.
In the distance she could see it, bodies shuffling, shoving, and rushing further away from the storehouse that had caught flame to try and reach safety. Within only a second Israfel was moving. She lunged forward and through the crowds, shouldering anyone that got too close without remorse, rose-kissed lips opening wide to shout over the growing din.
“Get away!” She screamed, the ivory gold of her hair a wild wreath around her face as she pushed up and into the air, gilded wings stretching out wide to carry her into the air. The crowds would only slow her down, and if anyone had a chance in remaining close to these flames and not be burned, it was her. “Hurry, get water!”
Her eyes raked across the ground only paces beneath her hooves, spotting only a single familiar face. The grullo mare from the ancient temple seemed to attempt to fight the fires before turning her attention elsewhere, but Israfel paid her no mind. Right now her eyes were only upon the churning flames as whatever building it was had ignited. The flames licked and kissed upwards, dancing like dangerous waves of crimson and yellow into the cloudy night sky. Wings beating, Israfel searched, scanning for a good place to land before descending like a bolt. She landed crudely upon the earth with a scraping of gilded hooves, standing close enough to the furious flames to feel their intimate touch, the caress of each burning kiss almost welcoming amidst her flesh. Perhaps at a different time she would have revelled in it, but now was not that time.
’We need to put it out!’ A shout rang out once more, and the Sun Daughter only paid it half a mind. Wings still stretched out, the Warden of Terrastella grit her teeth and narrowed her burning orange eyes, and ignited. The golden etchings upon her body ignited, the fires spreading across her frame like arcing fissures. With her mind she reached out towards the flames, letting the mental connection with her elemental birthright mold and grasp. The flames that swallowed and surrounded the storehouse seemed to lower, seemed to shrink back, but even Israfel knew her powers would not be enough to completely douse this.
Glancing frantically to her left and right, Israfel caught sight of the grullo mare once more, this time standing over a striped bay stallion alongside a striped female with twisted horns. Perhaps it was the one responsible? Regardless, the glance only lasted a second before she turned the other way, spotting a few other individuals milling about. Coughing against the smoke and ash, feeling the heat of her own fire and the fires of the storehouse billowing against her like molten waves, she yelled.
“Don’t just stand there! Help me before you lose your fucking supplies! Get some fucking water!”
Overhead, Solaris whirled about in the sky. The massive phoenix glanced around furtively with wide lavender eyes, her heart racing within her chest as her bond-mate valiantly began to fight the fires to save Denocte’s storehouse. She could see from her vantage point other fires beginning to spread across the court, and it made her feel sick. Was this an ambush? Was this leading to something so much bigger?
Choosing to focus on one task at a time, the Phoenix tore down towards the ground with a piercing scream!, her wide, sharp talons reaching out to snag the nearest bucket she could see before soaring towards the nearest well, only to return to begin bucketing douses of water to attempt and fight the flames before they could get even more out of control.
