Post by Malavain on Feb 2, 2014 13:28:10 GMT
Dance around the fire
Burning up as you're crashing down
Danger. The warning alarms danced in the back of her mind, like a persistent whining. The red haired girl let her lips curve into another smile, as the sense of danger became louder. She loved this kind of thing, as her fingers gripped the staff, her blue eyes surveying the area. She didn't want to lose, but it was a likely hood. Her magical power.. wasn't strong enough just yet. But she wanted it.. she wanted to become even stronger, and even tear apart the enemies before her. That thirst for power, the insane climb towards it, was perhaps a radical difference from the peacefulness when she cooked. Like she had different people within her, both vying for which spot they would own. In battle, she was horrifying; in charge of the food, she was a gentle swan.
But even then, without those two, what was she? This confusing sense of self fit with the marsh; dead, lifeless, contaminated, the trees decaying. She had hit upon the part of the swamp that nobody wished to go to, unless needing something. Because of that, she found herself surrounded by enemies, dangerous ones. It was lucky she had not been caught or better yet killed, but that luck would not be forever. And she was too far in to trek back with her pride down the gutter. No, Malavain would continue, and conquer this area as her own, or die like a starving mutt. That was the choice that she had made, when she first ventured into this area, despite survival instincts.
''Ain't no two ways about it. I got to keep going.'' she muttered to herself, starting to move through the bog, the water disgusting and filled with even more disgusting creatures. But she would make it; she had to because there was no other way about it. Her staff was in her hands, and then without a word, a near by boar lifted it's head. She muttered a swear, as it became angered. She bet that it too, was lost and wandering here with it's two young. She was a level one mage! She wouldn't make it unless somebody saved her. She wouldn't dare pray to God, or any deity, but she did hope that someone would show up.
But until then? The girl was on her own, as she swung her staff, feeling the magic course through her. With a tap of the menu, she noted the fire ball. Good. She had a good idea of how to use the menu; but she had heard rumours on how to do such things otherwise.. but until then, this would have to do. ''ORB OF LAVA, YOU BLOODY SOW!'' she yelled out suddenly, as the firey ball shot itself at the boar, swinging by. It singed the fur, and it let out a scream, as then the ball dropped onto it's head. The cool down! It was too long! Malavain began to run, tripping over hidden roots in the water. She had to get a bit further away, just until the cool down was done!
The sound of the boar splashing behind her wasn't good, as the red head gasped for breath during her mad dash. She could.. only plead with her own mind, that someone would save her!
•Words; 0550
•Music; Mirage Coordinator :: Umineko Anime OST [Instrumental]
•Notes; Open thread, feel free! Lyrics belong to me <3 [#e13200]
•Credit; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style![/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]
