Black hair streaked with violet purple was pulled back in an intricate pattern on the back of her head to keep her vision clear. She toyed with the end of the braid that came to a stop at her waist. It was nights like this that she felt most alone, for it was nights like this that made Fire Dancing perfect… Fire Dancing was a beautifully dangerous mix between dancing and the hand to hand martial art used by the Fire Souls. That’s what she was after all, a Fire Soul.
Irie closed her eyes to the warm midnight breeze that seemed to chase her everywhere she went. It was either that or the fact that the land was in it‘s hottest season. Either way she felt comforted yet haunted. She let herself lean against the base of one of the larger, surviving trees in the recovering forest and slowly slide to the ground. She knew she was safe here. No one came here. This place was charred and retained next to nothing. It was just her and the small animals that scurried across the ground foraging to whatever small bits of food they could find. This used to be her home. It wasn’t a large one by the standards of most cities and towns. It was closer to that of a large village. She had been apart of the family line that headed the village.
When Irie opened her eyes again she could still see the embers that floated away as if running from the burning village. She stood in silence and shock. Not able to move, or even breathe. Tears fell down her cheeks involuntarily, turning to steam before they fell off her chin with the bubbling anger from deep inside her. She had only been gone a few hours. How could this happen in just a few hours? Homes burned to the ground. People dead in the streets. No one survived, she knew. The connection all Fire Souls had to each other wasn’t there. The last few strands that she could feel were fading fast. Her mother and father… Her younger sister Renee… Her best friend Salace… They were all gone.
When her mind was finally able to recover from the shock that her entire linage and home was gone she rushed to her own home at the far end of the village. It was still ablaze but the structure still stood and most of the lower level was in decent condition. It was obviously the last thing to be set on fire. She rushed in to try and salvage of a few things from inside; a few bits of food, her mother’s locket that now hung around her own neck with an old note written by her younger sister that she tucked inside the locket and a small tricket that was owned by her father.
Upon entering the room just inside the main entrance something caught Irie’s eye. It didn’t belong there and she could feel it’s dark magic. She quickly walked to what she identified as a bloodied dagger on top of a handwritten note. She picked up the dagger and the tears began to flow once again. It was the source of the dark magic,; she knew it was used to kill her village in their sleep. She wiped the blood off the blade as the last of the dark magic faded away as the spell that was used lost it’s power. She held it in her hand as she read the note left by the murderer: All that was taken from me has now been taken from you. - Anderos
“Anderos…†Irie whispered the note went up in purple flames in her hand. Anderos was part of her village. A few years older than she was. Not a Fire Soul, but a special case. He was adopted to her home, accepted and treated as an equal, when he was young. Although he was human he showed to be very skilled in the ways of Magic and eventually found a teacher in a nearby city to apprentice under at the age of seventeen. During his apprenticeship Irie had heard he struggled with many tribulations that led to the death of his teacher. He had apparently brought them home with him with his recent return.
Irie’s eyes opened to what was left. It had been ten years since the death of her family and home, she had been in search of Anderos since, but he was in hiding somewhere. Her latest lead was taking her to the west causing her to drift a little too close to home. It was the first time she had been anywhere near her village and she couldn’t bring herself to ignore the place. Now being here, it was all too haunting. Even with the feeling she decided to camp in a nearby clearing in the lining surviving trees. Her hand rested on her traveling pack that rested on the ground next her in a tired heap. Her stomach growled but she didn’t feel like eating.
Soon she would unpack and close her eyes to try and get a restless sleep, but for now she brought her hands up in front of her and let a dark purple and black flame come to life over her hand. Seeing the fire alive in her palm and dancing around her fingers always brought her mind to peace. She remembered her grandfather telling her once it was because Fire Souls constant need to free their souls from their bonds of flesh, in turn for the release it acted as a companion. That’s the way it certainly felt when the flames free covered her skin. Comfort when she needed it. The flames seemed to move on their own, yet in the perfect control of Irie. Wisps rose up off her fingertips rising and coming back to her in beautiful looping patterns. The flames danced as if on their own to a song only heard to Irie as it played in her memories. The wisps dancers seemed to carry emotion in their swirls and turns. Telling sad stories of the past and hopeful wishes for the future.
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Irie_397 has a minion!
Violet the Glowy
Violet the Glowy
Irie_397
Legacy Name: Irie_397
The
Twilight JollinOwner:
LadySativaReneeAge: 10 years, 6 months, 2 weeks
Born: November 3rd, 2013
Adopted: 10 years, 6 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: November 3rd, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 18
- Strength: 18
- Defense: 17
- Speed: 18
- Health: 19
- HP: 10/19
- Intelligence: 12
- Books Read: 12
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Attendant