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    tl;dr athanasios arrives in shadowclan after being exiled within his homeland, with a full agenda upon his sleeve




    It was noon.


    "I beg of you, Eutropius, to spare me of this horrid death," Orange luminary focused on Eutropius as the latter's mouth quivered in protest — don't you dare betray me so Athanasios' nearly whispered, nearly shouted at the Captain of the Watch. Sweet brother, stay close! I must impart upon you a secret ... The flame remained kindled within the fallen prince as a savage desire of freedom — through any means necessary — overwhelmed him, snarls catching within his throat and an inhuman request of his brother's blood shed by his very own teeth. "Have ... have I not suffered enough?" he asked to deaf ears, closing his single eye and expelled a sigh, recalculating how to get on his brother's good side.


    After a moment of silence, the Captain replied a simple "No" and it sent the heir into a fit of rage. Lava fell from his lips as curses threatened to escape, "Who put you up to this?" Tears, hot and on the verge of spilling, were on his eye, and his nose was running. But he knew the answer to his question: The High King and Queen, his parents, their parents. Athanasios could feel their sire's cool breath upon his neck, their dam's glowering face watching for another mistake. Their souls will be mine! "Eu, brother! Please! I have repented, I know of my vices, just let me go!" And yet the Captain of the Watch left, leaving behind an embittered prisoner, aware that his brother was spouting lies.


    "Exile."


    That's what King Daidalos ruled, its what Queen Iokaste agreed upon; his siblings only carried it out. They couldn't allow their valued heir to be disposed of, that was a reckless decision that would turn the commonfolk away from their rule. As Eutropius and Hagne tossed him to the wilds to perform the deed, Athanasios ran, fire scorching the trees in his wake, a promise upon his lips that sang to the wind: I will take what is rightfully mine upon my awaited return.


    He wandered for days within the shadows, setting small fires to keep himself warm, flying above to scout the mainland. And within that time, he plotted, schemed on how to make them pay: who would be his instrument? Who was gullible to fall into his traps? How and when would he execute it? Those questions repeated themselves within his mind, and he molded himself around it. All in due time.


    Presently, he arrived at Shadowclan's border, fire kindling above his head and smoke surrounding his flanks, waiting and scorching.


    The wolfdog was doing his usual rounds, roaming uncharted bits of Shadowclan's territory while he was still young enough to avoid heavier duties. He had never really roamed close to the border, and actually planned on trekking to the center of the territory when the bittersweet scent of fire attacked his senses. Panic set in. He quickly tracked the smell leading away from camp, which made him think Junkrat was the cause of it. From meetings and a brief encounter, Grady could sense that the kangaroo was quite... chaotic. At a full jog, fur slowly rising on his back, Grady made his way to the source. Panic set deeper - he was going against every instinct ingrained in him. The smell grew deeper, and Grady finally spotted where it was coming from.


    "The fuck?" he muttered, coming to an instant halt. He heard of elemental control... but this was something different. "Bro. You gotta turn that crap off or somethin'. Ain't no use in startin' a forest fire." the canine stated, drawing himself closer to the unfamiliar. At closer inspection, he began to notice deeper details unseen before - like the entirety of the other's left face being scarred and mangled beyond repair. Interesting. It was hard to drag his eyes into focusing into the orange visionaries of the other. "So - uh - who the hell are you? I'm Grady Travis Kagamine. Ya here to join or somethin'?"

    ooc

    When the acrid stench of fire reached his nostrils, he wasn't alarmed. To be honest, he quite liked the scent of burning. He had grown up with it, utilizing fire in combat or just crisping up bits of his prisoners in his family's dungeons. To say the least, the smell of burning brought back pleasant memories, even if they were all located in Westeros. To him, fire symbolized a good time.

    Hauling his ass over after Grady, the little Sango kid, the hyena would eye the strange hybrid that was before them. They looked somewhat like a hellhound but at the same time they didn't. Was this another relative of Sango's, wouldn't that be interesting. "Yeah, you might wanna 'flame off' or something, we got innocent bushes and shit," the striped beast would remark as he plopped his ass down, awaiting for their response to Grady's questions.

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    Xia was related to three nearly fire demons - Calina, Luca, and Sango. Each of them were able to lay waste to the forest, and Calina often did to little sections. But, still, none really aimed to do so, from what she's seemed. They kept it under control. They had control. She wondered if this guy had that same control. She followed after Ramsay, observing the creature through narrowed eyes. Her ice could only do so much if he decided to lash out with his flames - it was more likely that he would melt her ice and be unaffected by it, anyhow.

    「 may these words — be the first to find your ears 」
    Fire was death in the ancient times. The orange, flickering embers licked the faces of those who made it and singed their hairs, and the flames engulfed those who harnessed things unknown to the ignorant. Yet, Eventide too understood that fire brought new life; it cleared dead forests so that new seeds could be planted, it gave new vegetation to the wildlife, it made mother earth surge back and danced with her every so often. Even so, the golden-furred bookworm did not have a good impression of it, especially not when the smoke curled up within her lungs from a few meters beyond the undergrowth and crackled and flickered and cast shadows against the tall trees. The feline, her physique wimpy but her fur soft and of the color of shimmering gold and light fawn, approached from the shadows the jungle cast with her eyes glowing a faint purple as she levitated a book at her side. They continued to glow and pulse steadily as she settled beside her clanmates, casting the lilac light upon their figures. She glanced from Grady and Travis, then to Xia. She agreed with them, but hopefully Xia would have the power to stop any fire if it got out of hand. Even so, Eventide hoped to nip the bud early, before destruction could even start. "Especially not when we're in the dry season. This Rainforest isn't ready for a fire." she added, nodding slightly. "Is there a reason you're harnessing fire on Shadowclan's border?"

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