forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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Tanrial looked at Snatch then back to Bernon before walking up and sitting next to Bernon, crossing her legs underneath her, “Hey, everything alright?”

He glanced up briefly, then looked away again. "Hmm."
After another few minutes, once Snatch was distracted by some frogs further downstream, he actually spoke. "I know it's probably for the best. She needs a parent who's one of her kind."

Tanrial sighed, “We aren’t fit to be parents, you know that.”

"I know. Heck, I don't even want to be a parent yet. Still…." He stared wistfully at Snatch as she happily scampered through the undergrowth. "Boy, am I gonna miss her."

“I’m gonna miss her too, but it’s for her best.” Tabrial said, smiling at the cub.

"I hope so." Bernon closed his journal and sighed.
Snatch came over to them, out of breath from chasing the frogs. "Are you guys having another boring grown up talk again? You said we would practice my magic next!"

Tanrial laughed, “I did say we could. Why don’t you try to control your fire this time? Rather then running around burning things at random?”
(Alright, bye bye)

Bernon smiled and stood up. "And let's get you back out on the beach, where you can't start a forest fire."
Snatch straightened indignantly. "I can control my fire! I just like to make it go all over the place, is all."
"Okay, that's great," Bernon replied with some of his old cheer. "Lead the way."
They returned to the lake, where the sun was starting to set and turn everything pink and orange. Snatch trotted over to a smooth patch of sand with little driftwood nearby and looked up at Tanrial. "How did I do it last time?"

"You thought of something that mad you angry, something really emotional." Tanrial explained, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh, right." Snatch scrunched up her face in concentration. "But I'm not angry about anything right now."
"You could try being excited," Bernon suggested. "It seems like any really strong emotion might trigger the fire."
"Oh. But….I don't know how to feel something on purpose…."

“What makes you excited? Think about something that makes you really happy or excited and channel that” Tanrial shrugged her shoulders.

Snatch though for a moment. "Um….I like….running."
"Try running around then," Bernon said. "Here, I've got ya." Reaching down, he picked up a long, whippy stick and trailed it over the ground in front of Snatch's nose. Instantly she locked onto it and tried to pounce on it, like a kitten with a piece of string. Bernon waved the stick temptingly, then pulled it out of reach when she dashed after it. Already Snatch was getting visibly more excited, her tail flicking in exuberant high spirits. It might have been a trick of the light, but it almost looked as if a couple sparks leaped from her paws as she dashed across the sand.

“There we are, that’s it.” Tanrial smiled at how excited Snatch was becoming.

Snatch skittered around with wide eyes and dilated pupils. "Is it working??"
(brb, gotta have supper)

Tanrial laughed a little, “Kinda, keep it up.”
(Okay)

At that moment her fur began to burn in earnest, and she gave a triumphant chirp. "I deed it! Bernon, look, I am on fire!"
"Hey, good job!" Bernon danced out of her way to avoid catching on fire himself. "How does it feel?"
"Warm! Good!" Snatch started chasing her tail, throwing up more sparks. They fizzed and spat as they landed in the nearby water. "Now I want to keep burning but I'm tired-how-do-I-calm-down-now–" Their was a slightly hysterical tinge to her voice: she was way too hyped up at this point.

“Breath in deeply and try to think of something relaxing, you need to calm down before you start a fire.” Tanrial said, crouching down so she was on the cubs level.

Bernon sat down as well, making himself calm to help Snatch settle. She rested on her haunches, panting, little patches of flame still peeking through her fur. "But I don't want the fire to go away," she complained. "And I can't start it back up when I'm calm."

“That’s the who,e reason we are out here practising, so you can start the fire when you are calm and so you can control it.” Tanrial said gently.
(Alright, seeya)

Snatch sighed in frustration. "I don't know hooowww," she whined. "Tell me how, guys."
Bernon looked at her. "Sorry Snatch. We're not forest beasts like you. We don't know hardly anything about your magic or how to use it. Mike's kind of an expert, if he were here, he might have some tips…but he's not here, so you'll just have to experiment."
"What's "exspearmint?"
"It means try everything until you find the answer, without getting impatient or giving up. We believe in you, Snatch, we know you'd never give up without a fight."
Snatch looked down at her paws. "…Yeah. I guess I could 'speriment a little."

“Relax a little more, enough so that you still have your fire but it’s… not as crazy.” Tanrial explained.

(sorry I'm late)
Snatch tilted her head, her expression completely focused. For a minute nothing happened, but then her fur began to gently smoulder. It went out, then flared up, then faded again, each time slightly stronger.
"Is it working?" Snatch asked, not daring to move for fear of losing her concentration.

Tanrial smiled, “Yeah, keep it up. Open your eyes and try to start a small fire. Small…”

Snatch cracked open one eye and held out her paw. A spark rose from it and hovered in the air, steadily getting brighter.
"That's it," Bernon coached. "Easy does it. Don't forget to stay calm, also."
Snatch nursed the spark a bit longer, then let out a breath and allowed it to vanish. "I did it! It was like a rushing in my chest. I could turn it on and off, and everything. I didn't lose control even a little bit!"

“That’s good, that good. Keep doing that and practicing, then you’ll be able to be the best fire wielder in the world.” Tanrial said, smiling.

"I will!" Snatch bounced up and down, flapping her wings happily.
Bernon stared at her for a second, frowning slightly as if a thought had just occurred to him. "Hey, Tanrial….I just almost remembered something. I feel like there was something I was going to do, or…." he stared off into the distance. "Dang it. It's on the tip of my tongue."