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Paws slid along the hot expanse of the lava fields, the demon was giddy with excitement. He couldn't remember the last time he had set paw within the burning fields of molten magma and fire, he raised his head. Inhaling the overpowering scent of the sulfur and burning brimstone, long tail coiling down as he closed his eyes. Jaws parting as he let out a small stream of smoke, his eyes opened a fraction. The lights of the magma reflected on his coat, turning the black swatch an even darker shade and causing the red upon his back to look ablaze. Skull turning to the left, he felt the weight of his horns cutting through the air. Lifting a paw the massive brute padded to the left, his great skull lowering to align with his spine. The occasional brushing of his horns upon his back gave him some semblance as he walked, allowing his claws to slide from their sheaths in his toes gave him more purchase of the shifting cooled magma from which he tread. He could hear the lava below him shifting, huffing the male raised his head higher as he broke into a brisk trot than a full-on gallop. Bounding along the lava he tucked his great head towards his breast, the heat from the lava surrounding him called to the fire that burned within. He tossed his head up, releasing great puffs of black smoke from his nostrils. Jaws parting to allow more intake of air, long legs carrying him further along. Veering sharply he headed up, gaze locked onto the lip of the volcano. He would make it his goal to reach there, he wanted to breathe. To feel the fire rushing forth from his jaws, to hear it crackle and hum in the air. Gods how he missed this, the strain of his muscles as he ran. The burning heat of the fire all around him, how he relished in it, how he wanted too badly to see this world burn. With him leading the fires, hearing the screams of those dying to what lay around him. Halfway up he slid to a halt, head thrown back, his horns sliding past his shoulder blades to allow room. Jaws parted to realize the haunting melody that he sang, the howl was low and held a dark note to it. A note that would send shivers down the spines of all who heard it, whether it was a call for blood or other dark desires that were up to whoever dared answer him. His front legs were braced just below his shoulders perfectly, with his back legs held close and his tail flowing down the rock like the magma trails themselves. Speech. |
The Dark Prince