Erupt is not an ambitious creature. He has been content to live his life quietly amongst the heat and humidity of the volcanic kingdom. Lava hums a comforting rhythm all around him - beneath his feet, in the rivulets that pockmark the earth, in the mountain on the northernmost slopes. There is little more he could wish for in life. Little he could ask of the gods to make him happier.
Perhaps there are a few things. Tiny things, really, though he never spoke them aloud. As he had aged and discovered all the corners worth discovering, he had found life had grown a bit… dull. As a tempestuous youth, the three sisters he had met upon his arrival here had added a spice to life that he sometimes misses. A thrill and a temptation that he finds himself lacking these days.
Were it not for the call of the magma so rich in this kingdom, he might have been tempted to leave. To wander the many climates of this continent. To discover what else made the days and nights turn in an endless chase. But in his few brief excursions, he had found the thing he loved more than any other sorely lacking. The vast, mysterious reaches of the forest, the winding trail of the river, the serenity of the meadow - they are all missing the one thing he craves. The heat and energy of the molten rock that is his calling.
And so on the days he longs for something more the most, he finds the volcanic heart of this kingdom and basks in it’s heated depths. He pulls thin streams of liquid stone from beneath the mountain and watches the way it eats everything in its path until it finally hardens. It is a ravenous beast, and Erupt is equally so.
Today however, he finds himself near the edges of the jungle, quietly coaxing one of the meandering streams of vibrant red magma to carve a path towards the edge. As he watches, he wonders just how far he might convince it to go before the cool weight of the world forces it back into a stony prison.
erupt
you've got fire up and down your cheeks
@Aela