7/11/2024, 9:36 PM
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Her father had always told her she was fire in a wolf's body. Her fur held traces of fire, red and orange and blazing, and one of her eyes held the very fire she carried in her veins. A lady, most certainly, for when one was born from her mother, you could not help but be — yet she carried the blood of her father too, and from him her fire festered.
Kairos was not afraid of fire. She was not afraid of much, always told that she was far too bold for one so young and yet... she continued on, unbothered and ready for the world that lay at her paws. When one was brought up to believe that they could do anything they set their mind to, what room did she have for doubt? For second guessing? For the thought of failure.
Kairos was fire.
Beautiful. Unpredictable. Unbound. Warm. Able to be both a comfort and a danger.
She encompassed it all and yet today, she was seeing the very thing she was made of, blazing from a tree as it engulfed the branch and leaves. She had strayed from the castle, the summer day bringing her only restless bones as she sought for flowers she could plant to rejuvenate the gardens that surrounded the castle, and perhaps she strayed too far for she had seen no fire in Eastbourne.
The smoke had come first, bellowing and black and with it, it carried ash and embers. Thick and heavy, causing her to cough and splutter, but it had been with determined paws Kairos had carried herself across the terrain in search of the Castle. Her actions were borne of worry for those she was to know as Pack, and not out of fear, yet her path remained blocked by a grove of trees that no longer remained green, but ablaze with orange and red flames.
It licked along the branch and down the trunk, passing from one canopy to the next, and Kairos was jostled backwards as the branch broke in half, bark weakened and eaten away, the thud! loud as it met the ground. Kairos' lips thinned against her teeth as she glanced over her shoulder, smoke thick even there, and she supposed that this might be a situation in which her parents would rather ground her for, had they been there. They weren't, it was only her, and she was very much her own woman, thank you, and so... she could... get out of this, most certainly.
The Parthenon turned around on quick toes, it was to face the heavy smoke or the burning trees and she favoured the smoke. Rain would soon come, she thought, and the blaze would be nothing but charcoal once it was through. For the moment, there was no rain, it was her, the fire, and the smoke, and Kairos' lungs hated it all. Edges of her fur singed when the branch roared with a flame growing bigger, the thicker branches now its prey, and embers floated off to touch any and all who dare be near.
Unwilling to suffer the same fate as the branch, the Parthenon risked the smoke, and launched her lithe frame through the darkness to see what may wait for her on the other side. Her cheeks puffed out with a cough, her mismatched gaze squinting against the smoke.
