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How the Salamander Plays

Crack, goes the sound of splintering wood. Heated air flows as Ivy scales embrace fading flames. Two fist fly, a mighty roar bellows, as branches shake; the forest is alive, as one Salamander plays. With a flash, flames dance against the night sky.

Her lithe form is loose as she flits through the trees her amber hair is caught in heaven's light. Shards of golden light scatter as she flings her fire. Her belly heats turning molten, she rears her head, and lets go of the warmth. Small embers flicker about her maw, when a sudden spark ignites, shooting a streak of flame across the sky.

Inhaling the deeply she gasps filling her lungs with the nights crisp air. Her body straining from the pressure as steam rises around her. Her leather tunic curling in the heat, scorched and charred by the rising flames. Her claws scratch bark, leaning against an old oak for support. Her chest rises and falls, desperate to keep going.

"Just a little longer," she rights herself once more.

Deep are the scares that lay buried between scales, deep are the bruises that litter her body. She cares not for the pain, only the pleasure. The feel of flame, of warmth, it's all consuming nature. The need for more, more, and even more burned within.

Grasping a branch she tugs and twist, bark splitting and cracking. The crunch and sudden snap as the limb was pulled free. Her hand cupping one end, her golden eyes closing, bring the branch to her lips. Gentle was the flame, soft as a whisper, cast from her mouth lighting the hefty limb.

Fire was the only comfort she knew, to quell the rising sea inside. To cast out the dark within her mind, and banish the pain within. Flicking her wrist, she twirled the branch like a staff, the flame streaking before being snuffed by the forced winds. With a huff, she turned to the old oak. Her blacken nail dug into the wood, scrapping and pealing back till the thick blood of the forest flowed.

With hungry in her eyes, she smothered the branch, soaking it to the core. Once more she tried to light the flame, but now to dim to satisfy. Again she searched, scowling the forest floor, her nostrils flaring, searching for what she craved.

In a clearing stood many large stones, heavy with moss. With great hast she gathered what she could, ripping straps of leather from her clothing to hold it in place. Her makeshift staff in hand, she blew once more ever so lovingly. With a sudden rush the flame came alive. A great intense burn, a toothy grin, her pearl white fangs illuminated in the soft amber glow.

Her tone muscles tighten, her mind empties, as her body takes flight. Legs carry her, darting forward once more, a sudden spin. The flames streak across the frozen air, embers kissing her scales. A slash follows, her feet digging into the soft soil. Whips of flame pummel the blacken sky. Hearting racing, eyes wide, lost in the brilliant glow.

Now was the time to strike, now was the time to consume, now the time for heated revenge. She would beat back the sorrow and lose in her heart. She would burn a hole in those who dare wronged her. She would crush this feeling inside, she'd smother it in a sea of flame. She...she...would let the tears her tears fall, like crystal droplets of water.

"NO!" She would fight it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

She lurched forward, throwing herself into her dance. Her mind lost to the rush of the moment. Steam poured from ever spore. Swish, was the sound of the dragging flame. Up, down, to the side and back again. With a dip and a leap, she jumped from stone to stone, waltzing about the clearing, ash fluttering into the air.

Fight she would, burn brighter than ever before. Inhaling deeply, she reared her head back, tears dripping off her ivy scales, as her belly turned a molten green. With the deepest breath, she held staff to her lips, and blew a tower of green flame.

The pillar of flame surged higher than the trees, casing the rising moon. It soared high above, continuing to build. Dropping to a knee she contained to pour the ivy stream into the night sky. As it soared and reached its peak it exploded blanking the darken sky in a deep emerald light.

Shadows danced, as green embers rained down. Tree pines lighting from each soft ember glow. Small flames rolling like tears down each branch. Leaving small trails, marking where they've been. The embers did not fade, nor did they burn. They simply swayed, waiting for the show to continue.

Panting heavily the salamander rose, gazing up at the pillar of smoke. She was strong, she would perceiver. Inhaling once more she twirled the staff, calling to the flames. A soft whamf echoed with each rotation of the staff. A thunderous crack echoed as the staff splintered and the wood shattered. Rotting to ash and coal as an intense flame seeped from within.

Each piece of the shaft plummeted one by one to the ground, as a swirling flame took its place. The flame spun higher and higher as the green embers meld into the rising fire. This was it, she could feel it as she pulled the flame back down, calling it to her.

The flame responded to her call, diving down. It embraced her, spiraling around her. The amber flame cusped her form, as sparkles of emerald green flickered within. It followed her claws as she lead it around, guiding it, shaping it, before opening her muzzle and consuming it. The flaming disappearing inside.

She glowed softly as she held it within herself, before slowly dying down. The heat that flowed through her was unlike any other. Her legs gave way, her body collapsing on the scorched earth below. Her heart at ease, for this is how the Salamander plays.