TAGS // "YOU BRING OUT THE WORST IN ME" --
Had she not tried? All this time she spent struggling, swallowing down the raging fire that wanted to pour from her soul and consume everything that surrounded her. Push away the memories that desperately wanting to crop up in her mind, threatening her sanity. Try and be someone who she thought she couldn't be, someone that she could be proud of. She couldn't even say if she had been making progress, but whether or not she had made anything of herself didn't matter now. Everything was falling apart.
For a week, Icilia had not left the Law's den. Npcs had been ordered to bring her food, leaving the corpses before the entrance only to be dragged in once they had left. No one knew what was wrong, nor did she ever try to say. In the privacy of her den, the direwolf's hot breath stifled the air, the heat of her flames burning the group that she laid upon. If anyone could see her, they would see how the wound on her neck bled. One crimson blood had turned into a bright gold, one of the many changes that were ripping through her body.
Damia, no Ninnia's, bite had done it. Deadly streams of venom injected into her blood that coursed through her veins. It was enough to kill, but for some reason Damia's venom hadn't killed her. But what it was doing felt so much worse. Icilia knew what was happening, knew that she was shifting into something. She just hated to think about it, hated to assume that she was losing control of herself when there was still so much that she needed to do. She wanted to just push it away in hopes that it would stop, but as time wore on, her fever got worse. It was time to leave.
She winced pushing out of the Law's den, her eyes having grown used to the darkness she shrouded herself in. Like a switch being flicked, her nerves alighted, body contorting as her bones suddenly shifted within her flesh. Gritting her teeth, she forced her limbs towards the camp's entrance and exit, ignoring the concerned voices of those that surrounded her. "Leave me be," she spat as one npc drew to close, her voice growing deeper and harsher. Her bones were breaking, body shifting into something she didn't know.
"Don't fucking follow me. Forget about me." Fire blossomed at her paws, a jet black abyss against the snowy white the covered the land. It rose and spread, creating a barrier between her and anyone who would try to intervene. It did not seek to destroy camp though, only serving as a divide that allowed Icilia to painfully walk away, far enough that no one could follow her. Soon, the flames quelled, billows of smoke rising into the sky to reveal that Icilia had gone.
//Hey everyone. I know it might be sudden, but after my prolonged inactivity, and some in real life reasons, I've decided that it would be best for me to leave Feral Front. I may return in the future, I may not. Only time can tell at this point. I'm truly sorry for leaving on such short notice, and for everyone I had planned plots with, I apologize as well. I didn't expect for this to be happening, but it's the best for me right now. I hope everyone continues doing well, and thank you all for the experience of roleplaying here with the Hellraisers <3
Icilia is not dead, should I ever decide to return again, but she has disappeared. After being bitten by Damia, the leopard's poison sparked a transformation within her that awakened shapeshifting abilities. Icilia's power, however, is incredibly unstable as well as causing her own fire elemental to become unstable once more, so she has left for the safety of the clan in order not to hurt anyone.