Post by Ruskin on Jul 7, 2007 20:28:18 GMT -5
[glow=red,4,300]_________Tierra de los Fuegos_________[/glow]
Not far from where the land of shadows was being fought over, a land with a river who's surface was filled with fire stood empty all for its guardian. A phoenix, who's feathers were stained red by fire and the blood of those who threatened it, named Oscuro. He lived in the ghost trees that lined the flaming river, and was never hurt by the flames. He could dive through the inferno, and come without more than a few sooty patches on his feathers. To those who knew him, he was revered.
To those who didn't, he was an enemy.
To a young dragon by the name of Ambrose, the phoenix was a menace. He also lived in the land of the flaming river, but could not survive with the phoenix limiting and monitoring his every move. Ambrose wanted desperately to rid himself of the horrid bird, but had no way or strategy. He resolved to kill the bird if it took his last breath. And for that he needed allies. He left the land of fire to find one, and came upon an even younger creature, a griffin. She called herself Alessandravina, Sandravina for a shorter name. She agreed to assist Ambrose in his plan to kill the phoenix.
Sometimes, death will prevail.
Oscuro had no idea of their plans of his murder, but was instead immersed in the flames. They were reflecting some sort of image, but no matter how hard he tried, the image remained muddled and unreadable to the phoenix. He grew distressed, and remained in a trance, watching the flames until he could have fallen from his perch in exhaustion. And thus he missed the return of Ambrose to his area, and his new accomplice, the griffin. Comvincing the dragon that now was the time to act, Sandravina and Ambrose attacked the weakened bird, who could have fell to their claws and teeth and beak in a matter of moments. Instead, they tortured him, wounding here, scratching there, merely feinting at another place, until Oscuro became anraged, though unable to fight back.
The moon was splattered with blood.
Upon the death of the guardian, the flames rose higher, consuming Oscuro's body and leaping from tree to tree, intent on revenging their protector. Ambrose and Alessandravina escaped singed, though otherwise unharmed. Escaping to a land wjere the flames could not reach, they exalted in their victory and promised to return when the flames had comsumed the entire area. In the time that followed, they grew closer, though separated by species. Ambrose grew bolder, and began courting the griffin, who, by chance, returned his feelings. They confessed their love for eachother, and mated.
Their young never survived.
Unnoticed by the couple, a solitary spark had clung to them, and had grown to a decent sized fire below the ground. The only evidence of its existance was a slight trail of smoke, but the dragon and the griffin shrugged it off as a bit of residue from th shadowlands. The night the young hatched from their protective eggs, the fire struck. Ambrose had to drag his mate from the nest, so intent was she to protect her young. He saved her life, but the screams of the unnamed dragon-griffins haunted them both for the rest of their lives. The fire, having done its task, died with the young.
Their hope was not extinguished.
Ambrose took advantage of her grief, and they mated once more. This time, they nested successfully, and the fire did not follow them. One hatchling was born, and dubbed Comas. Comas was handsome, dispite his mixed appearenc and heritage, and was a charmer, though he was young. As soon as their boy learned to fly, Ambrose and Sandravina decided to return to the flaming river. After a few trial runs, Comas also agreed, eager to make his parents proud, and they began their long flight.
The trio returned to a land ravaged by fire.
Ambrose and Alessandravina appeared unworried, but the fire drew Comas's natural curiousity. He flew closer. Alessandravina dove to retrieve Comas, for Comas was as small as a housecat, though his parents were quite large. Sandravina never made it. The flames swallowed her, snuffing out her breath of life in an instant. Ambrose cried out in his rage and grief, but stayed where he was. Comas flew unharmed through the flames, drawn by something more ancient than the land itself. Ambrose could not believe his eyes.
Comas had been chosen to be the new river guardian.
Ambrose was enraged. By killing Oscuro, he had brought it upon himself, but he did not feel that way. He blamed it upon the fire, for tempting him, killing his mate and imprisoning his son. He vowed to rid his son of the burden. Ambrose was going to kill his son. Comas had never been especially close to either of his parents, but it still hurt Ambrose to think of killing the boy. Either way, it did not matter- as soon as Comas was dead he himself would fly into the flames, and kill himself, and join his family in death.
His plan failed.
Comas, through the fire, knew his father's plans, and gripped by the fire's presure, defended himself. Though tiny, he drew strength from the fire, though it was stil not enough to defeat his father, nearlly ten times his size. He flew to his refuge, the fire. Forgetting himself, Ambrose followed. His painful cry racked Comas with guilt, but his was a different destiny. He was to be the fire guardian, and it was his land to comtrol. He allowed the creatures to live there, keeping the fire away from anywhere but the river, and lived by himself, where he could not harm anyone.
Comas became the first to share the land of the fire.
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Comas is a true example of the Fuegos. Bound by standards, they will do what they have to to protect their responsibilities and land. They are fiercely protective, and great fighters, but more often live in peace, containing their rage and making it productive. They save their energy for a plan to kill the Corrientes, for a fued long before their time, or even Comas's, when the water dowsed the fire, and thus drowned the world.
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Rivals: Tierra de las Corrientes
Fire and water shall never mix. Or can they?
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