ORIGIN - King for a day

Aw but might just be a selfie thread

Lurking around canis now for what summed up a few days, he sought some alone time. While he loved being with cure, a guy needs his time to himself. His best friend would still be there after a few hours, anyway, so he wasnt concerned.

The fight with that wolverine bothered him as he walked and thought back to the fight. How could he miss so many times? The more he thought about it, the more it infuriated him. The growing teen had a budding attitude problem anyway, so it was no surprise how angry he got about it.

He was stomping now around canis, approaching a rather odd shaped rock that stood up from the ground about face height to the lion teen. With a snarl, he reached out and smacked the rock hard, hoping to send it flying in little tiny pieces everywhere, but he didnt have much hope for himself.

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dammit! he cursed when the rock didnt crumble from his strength. Apparently, he was weak. This only pissed the teen off more and he growled, unleashing a rather weak sounding roar in comparison to what a full growl lion would aound like, but somewhat frightening to say the least. At least he had that going for him, but it didnt make him feel any better.

Xerxes grumbled to himself some more, though it wasnt anything audible or even understandable. It may not have even been real words. Taking another look at the rock, he swung at it again, even harder and faster than before (or tried, at least). Maybe more anger will work?

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Woah... What?

The rock had broken, but it had also done so much more than that. Smoke rose in small amount from the pile of rock he managed to break. He didnt shatter the whole thing like he wanted, but he was to distracted by the fire that just came from his paw to care. He wanted to try again, but what did he do? He just smacked the rock when it happened, but he just smacked it the firat time. He wasnt even angry now, but maybe anger did have something to do with it...

Xerxes would try again then, hoping he didnt need to be angry for it to work.

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It worked! So he didnt have to be angry for the fire to come from his paw and singe the rock, yet also smashing part of what was left into pieces also! The rock he was assaulting was barely a foot tall anymore with his abuse, thus too short to endure much more smacking.

Was this all he could do? It was awesome nonetheless, but be wanted more! He coulsnt think of anything else, though and let out a long sigh.

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The more he thought, the longer he stood, the more bored he got. He wasnt evwn angry anymore since he learned about this cool fire paw thing, but he wasnt ready to go back and tell cure yet either. So he sat and looked around before letting out a wide yawn as if he were letting out a massive roar... Too bad he didnt, though.

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wow lots of ramble

Woah, wait. His yawn was incredibly hot and he almost stopped midway to figure out why but he couldnt quite get out of the yawn, only furthering the heat from his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw the rippling effect heat had on cooler air and his eyes widened, amazed and curious all the same. His yawn ended and he wondered what that was for. Its not like he needed to cook his meat to eat it, but wait, would that even be good? Xerxes thought about it for a minute and wanted to try, but he wasnt hungry. Oh well, maybe cure would want to try some cooked food!

Xerxes sat still, contemplating going back to cure or still playing with this fire magick now. Come to think of it, that wolverine used that same smacking with the fire on him! So he wasnt the only one that could.. He supposed that was okay, but now he wanted a rematch! He wasnt particularly angry at him anymore, the fight pretty much got that out, but he wondered where he was. Maybe they could fight again. Besides, xerxes had to make up for his loss! He wanted to practice more first too, but all he had to practice on were rocks! He didnt want to potentially hurt or burn cure, so that was out of the question.

So what was he to do? He could beat up these rocks all day he guessed, so thats what he'd do. At least until he was sore and/or tired. Maybe someone would come and talk to him, seeing as hes not a member of the group that lives here, or maybe hell go by another day without really being noticed. Regardless, he wanted to lesrn more about this fire magick he had; hed guzzle up new information and spells all day long if he could, so that's what hed do.

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What was that? Xerxes head lifted and be looked around, swearing he heard something. There was nothing there, though, and he frowned. He hoped it was Cure, but it appeared to be no one... Not unless she was trying to sneak up on him. He sniffed the air, but found nothing. Oh well, maybe it was just his imagination.

Xerxes yawned again, but this time with no heat. The young man was getting pretty bored, maybe he should go back now? He did wonder what Cure was doing since he was thinking about her moments ago. He looked around some more, trying to decide. Maybe he should bring back some food...

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