04-11-2015, 01:35 AM
The sticky tension in the air thickened as they breached the ground. Silence filled the empty void left from their departed friends as the trio landed on a streamline of ridged grass that rose above the nearby community. Conveniently enough, the pair of mercenaries could see far beyond the many shimmering rooftops adorned with vines that crawled up walls and grew toward the sun.
The Prime's silvery white skin became like a beckon in the dusk and of the three who had traveled on the wind, her skin -even while covered with black fabric- was the foreground of their alighting. Luminously polished eyes cast over to the ecstatic Casmeas, who was staring at his flashing blue orb and had gestured Caira and TBG to land at this exact spot. They were close. Sure the trio’s distinctly wizardly ways might have been seen from afar, and in the distance a few ant-sized people had sent a condemning glance up toward them, but the willful trespassers weren’t going to be chased out by a few plebeians glaring daggers at them.
The contempt was noted and somehow melded into an attribute of the upscale country scenery, which was an extreme change from the groveling living conditions not far below. Perhaps wizards weren’t welcome in this part of town yet Caira couldn’t help feeling this was about her. If their discriminating eyes could speak words, everyone she saw would be saying the same law: Your kind isn’t wanted here. The deathless girl was used to the extremely distinguished pallor of her skin and how it glowed as a spotlight in the sun however, there were moments when she didn’t want to be examined by trained eyes that sought to pick her mere existence apart. She knew it had given away their location yet felt as though a wizard standing half her size on her right, a mysterious technological phenomenon on her left, and their method of travel —a flying carpet— signed a very Dalaran arrival.
On the bluff, bristling green blades rippled with a gust of air. Caira parted her lips and drank in a breath, they were downwind. Let the hunt commence.
A determination within her sparked with an unquenchable flame, her eyes locked on a distant goal and her once upbeat and jovial persona she had displayed to Casmeas and Toybox Girl, now settled into a dangerously surfacing ferocity that undermined her foregoing alacrity. Brewing below Caira’s careful visage were storming shadows of destruction.
Another inhale and suddenly her lungs were full of a faintly drifting smoke. Alert as ever, the Prime twisted around seeking the distant source. Casmeas pointed his finger and they were all off, Caira followed the scent of the acrid air and TBG followed behind as her eyes appeared to be flashing with technological divinity; Caira assumed the robot was calculating the distance in comparison to a topography graphic from the Dataverse as they all followed their sources.
Caira came upon the ridge to see a mass of unrelenting flames that blazed ahead, she assumed that TBG and Casmeas were behind her as she took in the bristling claws of fire that encompassed the horizon. The ravenous hunger of the flickering inferno was beginning to ebb into the rubble of the mansion’s soft remains.
Her form dipped and she pressed a perceptive hand into the warmed earth. No sources of life could be felt however the country house was too big for her extension and the flames muddled her sight. Not to mention the tremendous probability of whatever person of impeccable status inhabited the home, could have become trapped and unconscious under the skeletal debris.
“Stand back!” she warned without looking over she shoulder and charged her hope within her hands. Despite how she knew the nil chance of a victim surviving this catastrophe, and how the same double story building had been reduced to a crumbling heap, she would set out to smother the enflamed fire that snared with the taunting wind. Yes, the odds to save any possible innocent in this disaster were very slim.
A cyclone reached into the sky and blew away the winds that chased the famished flames. Dominating the horizon, a grey vortex of looming wind was launched into the remains, hot flashing waves set ablaze to create a fire whirl that wheeled in the sky before suddenly dispersing with the choked oxygen feeding the flames.
The wind whisked the dissipating hot death away and of the burning home, only ashes remained.
“Doesn’t look like anyone was trapped inside after all, or else they would-” her neck swiveled swiftly over her shoulder and she realized she was talking to empty air. Casmeas and TBG must have disappeared as she was quenching the fire, but who was to say where they had gone? Perhaps they were vehemently on the trail of the very mage they were chasing, the same one that was likely to have caused the fire if they were in the right vicinity as Casmeas's skills had honed in on. The irregularity of this coincidence was too anomalous to be overlooked completely, yet as Caira trekked away from the heap of cinder, the girl couldn’t help but to feel as though there had been something of great importance left unsaid.
The Prime's silvery white skin became like a beckon in the dusk and of the three who had traveled on the wind, her skin -even while covered with black fabric- was the foreground of their alighting. Luminously polished eyes cast over to the ecstatic Casmeas, who was staring at his flashing blue orb and had gestured Caira and TBG to land at this exact spot. They were close. Sure the trio’s distinctly wizardly ways might have been seen from afar, and in the distance a few ant-sized people had sent a condemning glance up toward them, but the willful trespassers weren’t going to be chased out by a few plebeians glaring daggers at them.
The contempt was noted and somehow melded into an attribute of the upscale country scenery, which was an extreme change from the groveling living conditions not far below. Perhaps wizards weren’t welcome in this part of town yet Caira couldn’t help feeling this was about her. If their discriminating eyes could speak words, everyone she saw would be saying the same law: Your kind isn’t wanted here. The deathless girl was used to the extremely distinguished pallor of her skin and how it glowed as a spotlight in the sun however, there were moments when she didn’t want to be examined by trained eyes that sought to pick her mere existence apart. She knew it had given away their location yet felt as though a wizard standing half her size on her right, a mysterious technological phenomenon on her left, and their method of travel —a flying carpet— signed a very Dalaran arrival.
On the bluff, bristling green blades rippled with a gust of air. Caira parted her lips and drank in a breath, they were downwind. Let the hunt commence.
A determination within her sparked with an unquenchable flame, her eyes locked on a distant goal and her once upbeat and jovial persona she had displayed to Casmeas and Toybox Girl, now settled into a dangerously surfacing ferocity that undermined her foregoing alacrity. Brewing below Caira’s careful visage were storming shadows of destruction.
Another inhale and suddenly her lungs were full of a faintly drifting smoke. Alert as ever, the Prime twisted around seeking the distant source. Casmeas pointed his finger and they were all off, Caira followed the scent of the acrid air and TBG followed behind as her eyes appeared to be flashing with technological divinity; Caira assumed the robot was calculating the distance in comparison to a topography graphic from the Dataverse as they all followed their sources.
Caira came upon the ridge to see a mass of unrelenting flames that blazed ahead, she assumed that TBG and Casmeas were behind her as she took in the bristling claws of fire that encompassed the horizon. The ravenous hunger of the flickering inferno was beginning to ebb into the rubble of the mansion’s soft remains.
Her form dipped and she pressed a perceptive hand into the warmed earth. No sources of life could be felt however the country house was too big for her extension and the flames muddled her sight. Not to mention the tremendous probability of whatever person of impeccable status inhabited the home, could have become trapped and unconscious under the skeletal debris.
“Stand back!” she warned without looking over she shoulder and charged her hope within her hands. Despite how she knew the nil chance of a victim surviving this catastrophe, and how the same double story building had been reduced to a crumbling heap, she would set out to smother the enflamed fire that snared with the taunting wind. Yes, the odds to save any possible innocent in this disaster were very slim.
A cyclone reached into the sky and blew away the winds that chased the famished flames. Dominating the horizon, a grey vortex of looming wind was launched into the remains, hot flashing waves set ablaze to create a fire whirl that wheeled in the sky before suddenly dispersing with the choked oxygen feeding the flames.
The wind whisked the dissipating hot death away and of the burning home, only ashes remained.
“Doesn’t look like anyone was trapped inside after all, or else they would-” her neck swiveled swiftly over her shoulder and she realized she was talking to empty air. Casmeas and TBG must have disappeared as she was quenching the fire, but who was to say where they had gone? Perhaps they were vehemently on the trail of the very mage they were chasing, the same one that was likely to have caused the fire if they were in the right vicinity as Casmeas's skills had honed in on. The irregularity of this coincidence was too anomalous to be overlooked completely, yet as Caira trekked away from the heap of cinder, the girl couldn’t help but to feel as though there had been something of great importance left unsaid.