09-02-2026, 06:44 AM
Fire is good for many things. Warmth, light, destruction and rebirth.
It was also good for getting attention.
Like moths they travel to his flames. First, a spectacular panther with a bloody rabbit held snug between her razor sharp teeth. He grins at her, appreciative of the way she displays her kill so unapologetically. "No worries, Panther Girl. Your dinner is a little rare for my tastes." he says with a shrug. He doesn't have long to wait before another arrives, this time a stallion. Flamevein almost feels like he recognizes him, but the notion leaves as soon as it arrives, leaving him little time to ponder. Then the stallion speaks, and for once, Flamevein is struck dumb.
"Permit? As in...permission?" he asks, an incredulous lilt to his voice. The mere thought of asking permission to use the powers that the Gods had gifted him so freely was laughable, and laugh he does. A chuckle at first, but before long his sides are aching from the power of his laughter. When it finally subsides, he turns his nebula-marked face to the odd little man. "If one things for sure and two things are for certain, I don't ask permission. I don't beg for forgiveness either. I do as I damn well please." he says, eyes sparkling and the lace markings across his back flaring brightly.
His attentions are turned to the newest arrival, and he can't help but look over her skeletal form with appreciation. He's always had a fondness for monsters and she is certainly the stuff of nightmares. "Would you rather me lie and say that this isn't a ritual?" he asks. "Maybe I've gathered you all here to harvest your souls. Maybe I'm going to sacrifice you to the Dark God. Or, less probable of all the scenarios...I'm bored, Beqanna is bored, and I figured a giant fire would be somewhat entertaining." He shrugs, a movement that causes fire to lick at his shoulders harmlessly. "Flamevein." he offers his name with a wicked grin.
Boredom never did suit him.
It was also good for getting attention.
Like moths they travel to his flames. First, a spectacular panther with a bloody rabbit held snug between her razor sharp teeth. He grins at her, appreciative of the way she displays her kill so unapologetically. "No worries, Panther Girl. Your dinner is a little rare for my tastes." he says with a shrug. He doesn't have long to wait before another arrives, this time a stallion. Flamevein almost feels like he recognizes him, but the notion leaves as soon as it arrives, leaving him little time to ponder. Then the stallion speaks, and for once, Flamevein is struck dumb.
"Permit? As in...permission?" he asks, an incredulous lilt to his voice. The mere thought of asking permission to use the powers that the Gods had gifted him so freely was laughable, and laugh he does. A chuckle at first, but before long his sides are aching from the power of his laughter. When it finally subsides, he turns his nebula-marked face to the odd little man. "If one things for sure and two things are for certain, I don't ask permission. I don't beg for forgiveness either. I do as I damn well please." he says, eyes sparkling and the lace markings across his back flaring brightly.
His attentions are turned to the newest arrival, and he can't help but look over her skeletal form with appreciation. He's always had a fondness for monsters and she is certainly the stuff of nightmares. "Would you rather me lie and say that this isn't a ritual?" he asks. "Maybe I've gathered you all here to harvest your souls. Maybe I'm going to sacrifice you to the Dark God. Or, less probable of all the scenarios...I'm bored, Beqanna is bored, and I figured a giant fire would be somewhat entertaining." He shrugs, a movement that causes fire to lick at his shoulders harmlessly. "Flamevein." he offers his name with a wicked grin.
Boredom never did suit him.