baby, kiss it better; 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

Chaos comes when the dragonborn call.

They dance and they waltz, proudly arrogant creatures full of overestimated magic and fire. Phyx is not immune to her own wiles, finding herself intoxicated by the heat bubbling in her throat. Drunken and uninhibited, she flashes out another wave of fire, this one strong enough to match her brother's spitting from ahead.

Yadigar is . . . the princess begins to think, briefly frowning up at the sky, wondering why he suddenly feels so strange; but the thought is quickly cut off by Virgil veering to the left, and that nagging protective instinct kicks in.

Phyx turns to follow her younger sibling, occasionally flitting suspicious eyes to the sky to see if Yadigar has taken flight again. As much as the adrenaline in her veins is shouting for her to enjoy this, she cannot shake the strange stirring Maleficar's magic has caused in her gut. Yadigar is . . . Phyx begins once again, but quickly shakes the thought away.

Yadigar is capable of taking care of himself.

"Virgil!" Phyx calls ahead, as her thoughts and her observations have caused her to falter a few behind her eager brother. She sets fire to the pine needles to her right as she catches up to him, a sickly sweet smell sweltering in her nostrils. "Let's find something for fun to set on fire, then!" she answers him with a nod, her own violent promise to keep him safe. He is of her blood and her bone, her only loyalty - but that doesn't mean she won't seek out further danger.

The princess comes to a skittering halt, though, when a wave of panic washes over her. Glittering teal eyes flit angrily from shadow to shadow as her talons dig furiously into the damp Taigan soil. The Nerinian border is just ahead, and as a supremely calm and calculated creature, Phyx knows that what she is feeling is not natural - and that its waves grow more powerful the closer she gets to Nerine.

"Virgil!" Phyx cries again, this time unable to mask the magic's panic now coloring her voice. The dragonmare forces all of her thoughts to collect, to steer her panic into power, to ride the wave of adrenaline even if it will make her crash. Everything scatters: her thoughts, her actions, the scenery before her now diamonds and starlight.

Only one thing is clear: don't let her brother lose his head.

Phyx bursts into a sudden gallop, brushing shoulders with her brother to steer him toward a sudden flash of fire. She hardly notices there was once a wall where the flames now burn, instead dipping her head and flattening her ears to rush headlong into Nerine.

Control barely exists for her now: she can only think to find the magician that has ripped her cool mind from her tightly knitted talons.

A screech, feral and desperate, peals from the very depths of Asphyxea's throat. Fire follows suit, the biggest burst of fire the princess has ever managed to spit. She grins now, eyes wild with frantic fear and fury.

"Panic maker!" she screams, pressing forward, wide eyes searching. Her mouth opens wide to reveal glittering dragon teeth soon to be covered by more licking flames.

The panic pulses and warps, but Phyx presses further as its effects grow stronger. She has nearly forgotten Virgil, and a stray thought hopes that he is following her.

It is Amarine that she finds, though she cannot be certain she is the magician - so deeply entrenched in her panic and roaring ears, though, Phyx does not care. She flies toward the bejeweled mare, mouth open and talons digging angrily into the earth.

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

tldr; phyx is w/ virgil while mildly afraid for gar. she feels the panic as they reach nerine and is so angry abt that she rushes forward through a burned part of the wall and nearly forgets virgil. hopefully her brother is following her but now she is too close to the panic and is trying to eat amarine.