This could be love. [OPEN]

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la fiamma di inferno.

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{I've got a book of matches

I've got a can of kerosene}

A slight wind rolled through the plains of Terra di Fuoco, breezy, ever so bitter waves of ether snatching at a zunden mare's flame-fuelled body... Inferno. She hated this time of year with a passion, although there wasn't really much she liked, ever. Detest is a strong word, but that was the way she felt about the way the endless waves of blistering heat were coming to an abrupt stand still, and being replaced by the cooler, more biting winds of autumn; and it was the waiting that was the worst, knowing that winter was coming and there was nothing you could do about it - sodden, dripping winter. Inferno had a problem with anything that dripped - it was un natural - to her everything should smoke, burn, fizzle, pop, disentegrate. Plus, having to wait through the colder months was unendurable... and patience wasn't one of her virtues.

The years had done her good, she'd matured into a lithe, firm muscled yet petitely framed vixen, ruby pelt glimmering in the last rays of the summer, her orbs still darker than the deepest shade of onyx. Mane, as usual, stood in ruffled spikes, a shade darker than her garnet pelt and as soft as finely spun silk. The flames that caressed her four pillars had grown, reaching just past her hocks - apparantly if you caught a fleeting glimpse of her out of the corner of your eye you could swear the flames were dancing, flickering like the tail of a rattlesnake, licking their way up her limbs. Her powers had too, grown. She had immense control compared to what she used to be like, and an even colder exterior. If you got a facial expression from her you were blessed, or perhaps not; most of the time the only reason her stoic features changed were to snarl, a feral, animalistic sound. It wasn't that she didn't have feelings, she just chose who to show them to. There is always a time and a place.

Inferno was bored, eyes dull with a lack of adrenaline, simply stood with her back to a tree and watching the dead, orange tinged leaves float silently to the ground, only they never made a blanket on the floor - before they even gained any amount of distance to the soil she disentegrated them, light plumes of smoke intwining delicate patterns into the chilly air, but even with this game she became bored swiftly. Faster than a strike of a snake and with the force of a small rhino she lashed out violently with her hindlegs, coming into contact with the gnarled tree trunk and causing a cascade of leaves to fall; still she controlled her powers and burnt each leaf to a crisp with an air of grace and the cool of a disturbingly dangerous cucumber. With a silent sigh she spun lightly, eyes scanning every detail, radars pricked and processing the sounds in the air, seeing if there was anyone near by.

{This could be love

Love for fire}

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