To Die By Fire

*Raisa* · 12-25-2013, 10:37 AM

And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out

"Your Grace, please, we really must be going!" The wind howled around them, buffeting and tugging at Raisa's pelt, but she would not move. It was bitterly cold, but the heat before her was almost more than she could bear. Koros crouched at her side, pressing his small body against hers, ears pinned back in fear. Raisa's, on the other hand, were perked and interested, even if her body was hunched against the sulfur and wind and heat. Her fur glowed a ruddy orange, as if it were drinking in the liquid flames before her. "Have you ever seen such a sight, Koros?" Her voice could barely be heard above the wailing winds. "No, your Grace, and I'd thank you to not have to see it again! This is unsafe!" Raisa sighed.

She leaned over and wrapped her jaws around Koros' neck. The male fox 'eep'ed and flinched, but the forsaken queen was gentle. She picked him up by the scruff of the neck, felt his scared little body shaking, and turned from the crater's brim. She walked a ways down the mountain until Koros seemed to relax, then stopped and deposited him on the ground at her feet. "There you are, little coward." Her voice was cold and cruel with derision, but to Koros, there was an undercurrent of affection. The fact that she had carried him from the brim was a grand act in of itself. For her, at least. He let out a sigh of great relief, sagging down a bit. "My thanks, your grace. I am not so brave as to face fire and brimstone, I suppose." The queen of course, was not so cautious or sensible, but he had grown to call her friend despite this.

"Speech" Think "Koros"

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