With a past so dark, that Satan'd jump out of his seat. But still you out in these streets, thinking you hot as can be.
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep. Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean.
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep. Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean.
What's the saying?
How does it go?
That the nicest guys have the worst tempers?
Well how about we change that a bit. Let's say the nicest guys are the most dangerous.
All it took were Eight's images of kingdoms burning, of a dragon hanging in the air and of Straia moving from kingdom to kingdom wreaking havoc to stir something deep within the Jaguar kings soul. It was as though a light switch had been flicked into the on position in only a second and a still calm wrapped around him, the fire igniting within his veins. With a look to eight and a nod the Jaguar king erupted into flames.
To him it felt like hours, but it took only minutes for the blue, green, and purple flames to twist and turn from a ball of fire into the shape of the Valley's king. His body was now solely made of fire and he could see the horses that surrounded him. The conversation was over. They knew what they had to do. "I trust we don't need to discuss this further. We will fight. And we will do what is needed." His voice is strong, loud even as it rang inside the small space of the hidden bubble they were in.
He turns then, exiting the protective field and begins to run, flames following after his flame shaped form. Demian spreads his wings, allowing the wind to catch up under them and with a great force he pushes himself off the ground, soaring into the air and to the north, leaving them to make their own moves.
It takes him a while but finally the pegasus shape finds himself over the gates and with a quick dive the flames making up his hooves dance ontop of the trees, igniting one and then skipping two before igniting the next. Soon the trees become engulfed in the Cosmic fire, burning blue green and purple, leaving the entrance to the gates in flames. Before he can be caught or reached by those trying to save the mother tree, the jaguar king turns and flies towards the chamber to meet with Eight.
How does it go?
That the nicest guys have the worst tempers?
Well how about we change that a bit. Let's say the nicest guys are the most dangerous.
All it took were Eight's images of kingdoms burning, of a dragon hanging in the air and of Straia moving from kingdom to kingdom wreaking havoc to stir something deep within the Jaguar kings soul. It was as though a light switch had been flicked into the on position in only a second and a still calm wrapped around him, the fire igniting within his veins. With a look to eight and a nod the Jaguar king erupted into flames.
To him it felt like hours, but it took only minutes for the blue, green, and purple flames to twist and turn from a ball of fire into the shape of the Valley's king. His body was now solely made of fire and he could see the horses that surrounded him. The conversation was over. They knew what they had to do. "I trust we don't need to discuss this further. We will fight. And we will do what is needed." His voice is strong, loud even as it rang inside the small space of the hidden bubble they were in.
He turns then, exiting the protective field and begins to run, flames following after his flame shaped form. Demian spreads his wings, allowing the wind to catch up under them and with a great force he pushes himself off the ground, soaring into the air and to the north, leaving them to make their own moves.
It takes him a while but finally the pegasus shape finds himself over the gates and with a quick dive the flames making up his hooves dance ontop of the trees, igniting one and then skipping two before igniting the next. Soon the trees become engulfed in the Cosmic fire, burning blue green and purple, leaving the entrance to the gates in flames. Before he can be caught or reached by those trying to save the mother tree, the jaguar king turns and flies towards the chamber to meet with Eight.
dem is literally a fire pony. think pegasus. but blue, purple and green fire. not solid. just fire. he decided to sneaky sneak in and light the entrance on fire for extra measure and then fly away. :|