ORIGIN - time to set things on fire!!

This thread is AW! Vedette is gonna set shit on fire and people can stop her and get into a fight with this wretched little horror or even help!

Vedette had one goal in mind. Cause as much chaos as possible. While at some point she'd probably have to go and actually kill people, this would do for now. Pegasus wasn't looking... burnt enough. Where Draconua had failed, she'd succeed.

She grinned as she approached one of the many forests. She wasn't expecting the fire to spread far, the wood wasn't dry enough for a true forest fire and the rains would pour down soon enough, but where it burned she'd make her temporary home among the destruction. As long as no one got in her way, she'd be happy.

The tiny little monster scampered through the grass, wings flapping as she jumped across a stream. Flames burst along her back, making her hiss as it burned, but it didn't catch, nor did her magic react. It was simply chaos energies coursing through her, waiting for a true command, not the piddly little wish she had.

She approached one of the trees, ears pinning as she heard birds chirping, living their pathetic little lives in bliss. They had peace here, and they weren't flying away at her scent, which had to be wafting through the trees by now.

Anger flared and she snarled, slashing at the trunk of the nearest tree, leaving gouges in its bark. Where flames should have risen from her paws was nothing. Not a spark, not even a tiny little flash of fire.

Useless magic. What the fuck was she supposed to do if it decided not to work for her?!

"SUFFER!", she shrieked, taking flight and dashing through the trees, slashing wildly at the birds around, growing more angry at their frightened chirps.

They were teasing her.

A bird fell beneath her talons, falling down to the forest floor. Vedette tore after it, claws extended. She landed, claws wrapped around its throat, red eyes bright and burning with hatred, with anger.

"I will please my Lord," she hissed, "And you... you pathetic, stupid fucking piece of SHIT! YOU WILL BURN! YOU WILL ALL BURN!! I WILL FUCKING SET YOU ALL ABLAZE!"

A crazed, mad laugh left her mouth, turning into shrieking giggles that caused more animals to run and flee, frightened by the noise. There was no sanity in that instant, voices whispering into her ears, promising that all would burn. All would suffer.

Fire erupted beneath her claws, the poor bird letting out a strangled screech as it burned alive. Her ears perked forward and she looked up, teeth bared in a sick grin as black, cold fire burned, catching on the dead leaves and branches on the forest floor. Already it was climbing up the trees, spreading all around.

"Yes... YES!!", she cackled, throwing the bird away and rearing up, talons reaching up to the sky, her magic finally listening to her command, the flames like clawed fingers tearing at the branches of the trees all around.

"... Perfect," she purred, panting softly, eyes glowing as her skin was lit in shades of purple and pink, painting her features in a sickly, chaotic light.

Yes... all would burn. This little piece of Pegasus would feel her destruction for years to come.

Vjira does not have the kind of brain that allows real thinking. When they feel the fire, they go to it. When they see it, they don't bother moving away from it. Instead, the Valkhound follows the sound of distant screaming since the tone of voice is blatantly familiar. They run - not for long, wide strides taking up chunks of land as she pounds the ground with her feet. Claws scrape dirt aggressively as she follows the sounds, and the familiar sight of the quilled-tiny comes to her many eyes - she stops.

Vjira chirps once, twice, three times before watching the chaos. The violet flames rage through whatever it can reach, not much so far - but an extremely dangerous fire nonetheless. They want to touch - FREEZING

Vjira shrieks at the top of her lungs - the feeling is a strange mix between good and bad she can't quite tell which one it is. She's drawn to the fire but it hurts.

@Vedette

Vedette jumped at the shriek and turned, a grin already on her face. Wonderful, someone got caught in the blaze!

She leapt into the air, easily taking off due to the flames making no unpredictable drafts, ascending before she caught sight of something big and pink and-

Vagina- Vjira!

Swooping down, Vedette scrabbled against the side of a tree, gripping the bark tightly in her tiny talons as she stared at the disgusting valkhound. She'd always... hm, not hated? What was slightly better than hate- disliked! She'd always disliked her, which was basically 'best friends' status to a hateful little thing like her.

"Dumbass," she sneered, "You touched it, didn't you? Stupid valkhound, couldn't Vargas have made you any smarter? Don't do that, you fucking moron."

She felt nothing but disdain for the thing as she insulted her, tail thrashing from each side as she prepared to flee, should Vjira retaliate. To make up for Vjira's complete lack of speech, she reached out mentally instead, trying to figure out what was going on in that big, dumb brain of hers.

@Vjira (gonna gm post in a few rounds)

Again Pegasus burned—and again Azigh considered the possibility of placing wards across the vast expanse. Such a sentiment was bolstered as the scent of rot filled the air, the entropic black-and-purple of flame fluttered below him.

Soaring like he were some sort of nightmarish albatross, the Guardian came with heavy wingbeats. Each downward cast of the feathers brought another rousing breeze; as he landed, a windstorm formed around him. It swelled outward as clawed hands met the earth, as he swung the haft of his lantern downward—so that the hollow ring of metal meeting ground echoed louder than even the wind. The gusts smothered all those flames that had attempted to take to living wood, but those feasting upon the dried kindling remained.

Regardless.

"STOP THIS," roared one-thousand-voices, "have you Hounds nothing better to do than raze your own place of birth?" Each of the hands circling Azigh's skull (or some approximation of one) waved, dark fingers curling into tight fists. A gold blush bloomed on their knuckles. "What do you mean by this?"

@Vedette @Vjira

Vedette only squinted at the gusts of winds Azigh blew over the flames, feeling disappointed. She thought that she'd have a bit more time to burn things, but alas...

Immediately she leapt on the chance of Azigh's wording, pointing at Vjira, "She's a hound! She did it!"

Once the blame was pointed to her, Vedette tried to sneak away, slowly shuffling off to one side and looking anywhere but at Azigh, whistling softly. She was totally innocent, no crimes here!

After a moment she tried to scuttle away into the bushes like a squirrel running for a tree, a grin stretched across her face.