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Playing with Fire



Ignis

"You become the monster you fear the most"

Insomnia
Hellhound

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
45
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
508
player
Dragon Mod

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12-13-2020, 08:44 PM (This post was last modified: 12-16-2020, 04:22 PM by Ignis.)


He had never been here before. But the drive to find further seclusion caused him to find this place. His companions remained at the entrance, refusing to go into the depths of this underground Hell. But Ignis pressed forward, and the deeper he went, the hotter it got. He didn't stop though. Even as the underground grew hotter and even as he began to see molten fire coming through the cracks, he pressed on. The ground felt warm under his feet. To his right, a river of lava slowly streaming into the bowels of the earth and gurgling as it went. Crimson gaze remained focus on the path ahead, ears twitching as he listened for any potential signs of danger...but he was sure he was alone down here. Even his companions refused to come with him, but that was fine. He wanted to be alone. He needed time to think, but all he could think about was Corvus. Why couldn't he just forget about him? It would be a lot easier if he could just pretend like he never existed. But...no matter what he did or told himself, he couldn't let go of the thought of the man he loved.

A low growl erupted from his throat the more he thought. His eyes narrowed as he felt his temper starting to rise. He knew he was changing. He felt it happening with each day that passed since he last saw Corvus. He was angry, confused, and hurt. He still tried to fight the demon he thought he had been able to ignore. Believing he wouldn't inherit what his father and his ancestors had. But he was wrong. The more he tried to fight it, the more miserable he felt. The frustration of it all bubbled up, and before he knew it, he took his frustration out on an old charred branch that stuck out of the wall. Teeth snapped angrily upon it, the charred remains shattering in his mouth and with it, a pocket of boiling hot steam rushed out at him. He flinched, turning his head away and shutting his eyes, though was unable to get out of the way in time and there was a sudden burning sensation on his left shoulder. He back peddled away from the steam as it burst, a loud cry of pain leaving him as he back away. The pain didn't subside, and when he was clear from the steam, he looked at his shoulder and noticed there was a sizable burn there.


"Speech"


Ignis has a pair of Sika Deer antlers that are not depicted in his artwork (yet).
Ignis is unpredictable and may become violent with little or no provocation due to his "demon" schizophrenia inherited in his bloodline! Consider this your warning!
*Ignis' tail is docked, and his left ear has been torn away and now resembles a Battle crop style.