take me back to november; pangeans

[asphyxea]

asphyxea

i've been around this world and now everything's a bore
i don't know that much, but i know about keeping score

Softer than her father and half-dragon siblings, Asphyxea leaves Silver Cove early to arrive in the North on time. They may travel on hoof regardless - as Virgil is as angelic as heaven's own creatures and yet unfortunately earthbound - but the Pangean princess tells herself she prefers it this way: alone.

Alone with her thoughts, her thick skin, and striking golden beauty. Yes, she murmurs in her head, alone and proud. Father had always loved her fierce, distant nature. Proud and royal and mighty. Perhaps Phyx is narcissistic, too loud in her own mind to pay attention to the perceptions of others; but if she is aware of such self-absorption, she certainly doesn't see it as a negative trait. No, Asphyxea is obsessed with her treasure hued fur and animalistic instincts in a way that can only aid her.

At least, that is the truth she sees in her reflection.

The siblings that watched their sister grow colder as she grew older may think otherwise.

Nevertheless, as solemn as she forces herself to be, Asphyxea upholds her family's ambitions and wishes. To the North or to the South, Ghaul had offered her. Though the South was tempting, the dragon-woman had always found the Northerners . . . slightly more irritating. Loud-mouthed and whiny, is what she tells herself as the scenery changes and borders pass. Hopefully, they'll be big-mouthed enough to be forced to swallow our fire. How sweet their blood will taste when their cries go from annoying to terrified.

Phyx craves war, glory, and destruction.

Because it suits her. And because she has only ever seen power - true, knee-weakening power - wielded by those soaked in their enemies' blood.

They put on a show, the magician and her brothers. Phyx watches with a coy, secretive smile and a cocked head. She is fascinated by such magic, the way it draws power from her brother's spilling blood. The sight of Yadigar bleeding out on the Taigan soil is barely disturbing to Phyx, though some hidden protective instinct forces her from the shadows she peers from to observe Gar closer.

"Yadigar . . ." she murmurs on a breath before stepping back to allow him to take flight. Now Phyx's jaw sets and her eyes go sharp. Virgil is already waltzing across the open border, so the princess launches forward to match his stride. Smoke billows out from between the woman's dragon teeth.

"Virgil!" Phyx cries triumphantly before breaking off a few feet to test her fire on a pine tree.

"Do you think we'll get to watch them burn?"

and if there's one thing i know for sure,
it'd be a long cold day in hell when i take you back

@[virgil] phyx says hi let's commit several felonies