2/15/2026, 12:42 AM
It appears that Euphemia was not ignorant of the mysterious thing that is fire. She was just as surprised as he at the sight of it, and how different it was. The pink flames danced with a beautiful aura, and his own eyes moved from Euphemia back to the flames as she found herself drawn to it.
Duskbreaker followed, feeling the same pull towards it, entranced by the increasing power of the floral aroma. He never felt this drawn to fire before. To seek warmth, yes, but this was something different. Different color, different smell, different draw…was it even REALLY fire? His mental question only lasted but a second before it too faded away to a blur, the intoxicating effects not allowing him to linger on the oddities.
Euphemia got rather close to the flames, and in a normal circumstance he would have protested, but he too found himself closer than he would normally get. It was as if a voice was in the back of his head screaming at him to get them both away to a safe distance, but the scream is drowned out to a garble. It was confusing, and almost like his body was acting on its own.
Euphemia moved around the flame, and his molten eyes moved back to her as she came to the other side. He could swear that she was glowing herself, a golden hue mixing with the pink. It was a beautiful sight to see, such warm and welcoming light and aura. He never knew a wolf could glow like that, her own eyes starting to sparkle with the same glow.
At least, that his what he was seeing. Any outsider would not see such a thing if they looked down upon them. No, the fire was hitting him hard and he did not even know it, changing his perception of the very world around him.
”Never did this one know…you carried such a golden glow within you,” he responded, feeling a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. His eyes moved down to see how paw in the flames. Normally, he would have dashed over to get her out of the flame, and assess any damages, but the garbled part of his mind only cause a mild discomfort, completely overtaken by the beauty of the flame and aura. Still, he was aware enough to move around the flame.
The aroma continued to envelope them, especially with how close they are, and he feels so different as he comes to stand beside her. Side by side, his shoulder touched hers. Gently he lifted a large black paw, and tried to move her paw away from the flame. ”This one does not wish you to be harmed,” he states, although if she asked, he would admit that he was quite tempted to give it a try himself…but everything he knew about flames told him, they should not touch it.
”These flames do not burn as true flames should,” he comments, feeling his breath grow heavy and slow. Not only that, the gentle touch made the warm sensation completely flow over him like laying in the water of a small stream. He managed to drag his eyes away from the flame and back to Euphemia, becoming entranced by that same glow that he saw earlier.
Duskbreaker followed, feeling the same pull towards it, entranced by the increasing power of the floral aroma. He never felt this drawn to fire before. To seek warmth, yes, but this was something different. Different color, different smell, different draw…was it even REALLY fire? His mental question only lasted but a second before it too faded away to a blur, the intoxicating effects not allowing him to linger on the oddities.
Euphemia got rather close to the flames, and in a normal circumstance he would have protested, but he too found himself closer than he would normally get. It was as if a voice was in the back of his head screaming at him to get them both away to a safe distance, but the scream is drowned out to a garble. It was confusing, and almost like his body was acting on its own.
Euphemia moved around the flame, and his molten eyes moved back to her as she came to the other side. He could swear that she was glowing herself, a golden hue mixing with the pink. It was a beautiful sight to see, such warm and welcoming light and aura. He never knew a wolf could glow like that, her own eyes starting to sparkle with the same glow.
At least, that his what he was seeing. Any outsider would not see such a thing if they looked down upon them. No, the fire was hitting him hard and he did not even know it, changing his perception of the very world around him.
”Never did this one know…you carried such a golden glow within you,” he responded, feeling a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. His eyes moved down to see how paw in the flames. Normally, he would have dashed over to get her out of the flame, and assess any damages, but the garbled part of his mind only cause a mild discomfort, completely overtaken by the beauty of the flame and aura. Still, he was aware enough to move around the flame.
The aroma continued to envelope them, especially with how close they are, and he feels so different as he comes to stand beside her. Side by side, his shoulder touched hers. Gently he lifted a large black paw, and tried to move her paw away from the flame. ”This one does not wish you to be harmed,” he states, although if she asked, he would admit that he was quite tempted to give it a try himself…but everything he knew about flames told him, they should not touch it.
”These flames do not burn as true flames should,” he comments, feeling his breath grow heavy and slow. Not only that, the gentle touch made the warm sensation completely flow over him like laying in the water of a small stream. He managed to drag his eyes away from the flame and back to Euphemia, becoming entranced by that same glow that he saw earlier.