Inferi’s heart is still ablaze from that night, a woman scorned by the only man - the only being - she had ever trusted. Uncontrollable flames lick slow and merciless brands inside of her cavernous chest as she tears recklessly through pelting rain, a danger to herself and everyone around her, always. A scream for her lost childhood, for her scarred body, for her hateful mother’s face had lodged itself in her throat. It was tempting to give in, to cry to the pissing rain that her life wasn’t fair, but it had never been. Her mother, her father, her whole family had made sure of that, and she was only a single, microscopic cog in the lovecraftian war machine that was The Vow. A tiny part of her ached for home, wanted so desperately to feel whole again that she had considered begging her cousin on her knees to please, please let her stay. But Antioch would not tolerate mistakes. He would stone her in the courtyard as an example if she ever came back, and somehow the knowledge of this made the fire within her burn impossibly hotter.
The driving rain versus her velocity is eventually too much for her, her bodice soaked black and long, rippling hair tangled beyond recognition. She sought a spot to land and, as if the gods themselves are guiding her, a figure steps into view - a tiny body far below, slowly edging out into tepid green waters as a sign of solid ground … and the promise of free entertainment. As soon as she has made her decision, she angles her wings in a tight turn and heads down, a raptor circling her unsuspecting prey. Her landing is too close, purposely imprecise, spraying water up as she comes down into it. Immediately she shakes herself out, furthering her rude entrance, and begins eyeing the new focus of her attention with vicious intent. The boredom, pale feelings of loneliness - it festers, longing to be quelled, and here it was that she seeks her freedom from it. “A little damp out for a venture, isn’t it, mademoiselle?” The pegasus’ tone is dripping acid, her lips pulled halfway up in a coy smirk. “What’s a sweet young thing doing out in this weather, hmm?”
A mottled wing, feathers still damp, reaches out to caress the fae beneath her chin before she dances away slyly, a soft, teasing snort falling from powder pink nostrils as she keeps her burning blue eyes on her target. The position of her wings and her furious gaze betray her natural state of aggression, but she has never known anything else, and prays that this pretty lady decides to reciprocate her attitude, feeds her fire and lets her in to cause chaos. She craves it, fiending, and good luck to anyone that decides to put up a fist to such a ferocious beast as Inferi.
The driving rain versus her velocity is eventually too much for her, her bodice soaked black and long, rippling hair tangled beyond recognition. She sought a spot to land and, as if the gods themselves are guiding her, a figure steps into view - a tiny body far below, slowly edging out into tepid green waters as a sign of solid ground … and the promise of free entertainment. As soon as she has made her decision, she angles her wings in a tight turn and heads down, a raptor circling her unsuspecting prey. Her landing is too close, purposely imprecise, spraying water up as she comes down into it. Immediately she shakes herself out, furthering her rude entrance, and begins eyeing the new focus of her attention with vicious intent. The boredom, pale feelings of loneliness - it festers, longing to be quelled, and here it was that she seeks her freedom from it. “A little damp out for a venture, isn’t it, mademoiselle?” The pegasus’ tone is dripping acid, her lips pulled halfway up in a coy smirk. “What’s a sweet young thing doing out in this weather, hmm?”
A mottled wing, feathers still damp, reaches out to caress the fae beneath her chin before she dances away slyly, a soft, teasing snort falling from powder pink nostrils as she keeps her burning blue eyes on her target. The position of her wings and her furious gaze betray her natural state of aggression, but she has never known anything else, and prays that this pretty lady decides to reciprocate her attitude, feeds her fire and lets her in to cause chaos. She craves it, fiending, and good luck to anyone that decides to put up a fist to such a ferocious beast as Inferi.
i want to be set on fire
