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Posted by slv Anatole on November 8, 2008, 1:19 pm
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Anatole returned to the element looking refreshed, bright-eyed, and unusually yellow, sun-kissed from his months spent away. He was thinner, somehow, but strode with a renewed sort of purpose; the same defiant glint was in his hard, silver-gray eyes and the flames were already hungering around his ankles.
“Good thing you’re back,” he grunted at the orange-and-red spirals as the heat wound its way throughout his body. The fire answered with a joyous flicker, springing to life momentarily against his knees. At least if the desert never reclaimed him, he knew the Elements already had, he thought with a smile.
Desreal was cool and damp, inviting and not at all suffocating in the crisp autumn air. His fire found purchase amid the dry, dying foliage and almost instantly, the area around him was engulfed in a tiny fire. Anatole, frantic to smother the fire, began an awkward sort of dance which shattered any sort of regal façade he’d put on. Instead, he extinguished his hooves and darted across the flame-ridden ground. In a few minutes, he’d contained the fire to a pile of smoldering leaves and grass, and stood next to it, his gray eyes softened.
“That could’ve been really freakin’ bad,” Anatole muttered to himself, his chest rising and falling with the fear of nearly burning Desreal down.
Sending the pile of ashes scattering with a swift backwards kick of his hoof, Anatole spun away from the remnants with a grunt and plunged deeper into the heart of Desreal. It could just be a mirage – of sorts – but he swore he could smell her; he swore he could smell the flowers, the desert, the warrior, the Earth – somewhere nearby.
Close – almost enough to touch.
Ilium, Ilium, Ilium his fire called, coming alive across his shoulders and his chest.4
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