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[KestrelTheFirecat]

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[dagonet]

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[MalignantSpirit]

...I hold with those who favor fire
Username: MalignantSpirit
Lambicorn name: Rhinebeck
Gender: Female

Prompt 1:

Rhinebeck has always been amazed and grateful for her connection to fire, but also cautious. During her youth, she experimented with her abilities, learning how far she could push herself, and how much control she could maintain over the swirling, dancing flames. From a young age she was awed by the beauty of wild fire, and how the flames seemed to understand her will, and yield to her command.
However, she also understood the danger an untamed flame could yield, and the damage it could cause an unweary soul.

Rhinebeck stood alone at the edge of the field. She closed her eyes briefly, and focused her thoughts. As she opened them, she sensed the flames around her beginning to flare. She smiled softly to herself, proud of what she had accomplished. She began to channel her emotions into the fire, and it began to dance in spirals and bursts around her. As her emotions grew, the blaze also grew...and unbeknownst to her, a dancing flame touched a leaf, and before she could stop it, a whole branch was ablaze. Horrified, she spun and drew the fire away from the tree and back to herself. But it was too late, the damage had been done, and she couldn’t take back the burns on the tree.

That night, she ran away from home, consumed with shame. She roamed the world for months, trying to learn how to control her abilities, until one day she had a random encounter with someone who changed her life.

Rhinebeck lay curled beneath a tree, gazing at the stars. Suddenly she heard a faint giggle. Her head whipped up, and she surveyed her surroundings. At first she didn’t see anything, but then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flickering light beyond the trees. She got up, and slowly crept closer. Small bright shapes were flitting between the trees, and upon approaching, she realized they looked similar to her, and produced just as much heat, but they were slightly smaller, and had a blue light. Suddenly she realized what they were- star spirits! She had thought they were a myth, although it was said that fire elementals, like herself, were descended from them. As she watched, she saw a star spirit brush against a tree. She gasped in horror, afraid the tree would burn, but instead, the burning light just swept harmlessly past. Rhinebeck stared, mesmerized, and rushed into the clearing to beg the spirits to teach her.

Rhinebeck learned from the spirits how to control her fire, but also how to trust her instincts, and believe in her abilities.
She still thinks about the burnt tree sometimes, but that is the past. And she is moving forward.

(Just a tiny bit over 400, but hopefully it’s okay 😬)

Prompt 3:
Rhinebeck Playlist
*they are in a specific order!

[Dr. Paine]

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[Deercan]

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[Firedancer77]

...I hold with those who favor fire
Username: Firedancer77
Lambicorn name:
Gender: Male
Prompt(s):
Optional Extra: (delete this section if not doing the extra prompts)

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[KestrelTheFirecat]

...I hold with those who favor fire
Username: KestrelTheFirecat
Lambicorn name: Ash
Gender: male
Prompt(s): wip

[rem sleep]

...I hold with those who favor fire
Username: rem sleep
Lambicorn name: phoenix
Gender: nonbinary [ they / them / themselves ]

: Relationship to Fire [ 400. 400 ] :

Fire is everything. It is the very essence of life, the force that makes up every soul that lives. Things only draw breath because they are protected by the warmth of their internal flame, which keeps them from freezing and disappearing into ashes and nothing. Phoenix's soul burns the brightest, its flame roars the highest, and their body sustains itself without fever or trouble despite its infernal temperature. Phoenix is strong. Others have not been. But it is this strength and the culture of their village that made them quickly recognized as a great prophet. Phoenix was a speaker for these beliefs, and absorbed them themselves, internalizing them deep within that molten core of their alleged soul.

Fire is life. Fire is everything. All things are made of fire, brought forth from it and inevitably will return to it. Fire is the mother and father of all living things, the force more integral to life than all others.

When the stars twinkle in the sky, it is because the air has been poked through with a pin, and the fire that encompasses the entire world, bordering just beyond that fickle layer of air, is peeking through and greeting its many children. The sun is the largest hole, tearing ever larger, though so slowly one cannot see it. Shooting stars are the fire reaching out to its children, attempting to make contact with those faithful few who know the truth.

Fire is the beginning and the end.

Phoenix's job was to read the prophesies from the fire, to interpret its stellar, solar and meteoric symbols and to interpret them for the unlearned masses who were not so gifted as they were. Phoenix told everyone of the fire's will, of its plan to embrace the whole of reality at some distant, unspecified time. They used their power to help where they could those who knew the truth and to spread the truth farther so more eager ears could hear it. They were made of fire, and because of their common core, all were equals and siblings, all were children of the flame.

Though, Phoenix would admit, they had a habit of seeing themselves as greater than their brothers and sisters. Their fire burned brightest, they had been selected by the flame, it was hard for them to separate themselves from it sometimes.

They were the fire. They embodied all that it was.

: Relationship to Water [ 400 / 400 ] :

Phoenix curled their tail around their body, glowering out at the water boxing them in, bordering them on every side. It's one of the many disadvantages of living on an island, they remember, but that doesn't make them hate it any less. They wish that they could fly far away from here to some distant land where the water is out of sight, because for all the beautiful amber sunsets there are many brushes with the waves that threaten Phoe's safety. Their flames come too close to the tide sometimes, and they feel the ferocity wane as the salt water licks at them-- but they have no choice, they need to eat, and so the water beckons them in with the promise of food, and it gives them that-- but nips at them as they go, licks at their hooves and mocks their sorry situation.

Phoenix feels like the water knows what they once were. That it's taunting them. Laughing at their grief.

The water knows.

Phoenix scoffs at it and quickly scurries from the island banks, receding into the mighty stone fortress that they built to protect themselves from the water that attacks them from the air itself-- the rain. They sit within their sorry palace and glower through the makeshift windows at the tides that ebb and flow, that crash on the banks outside, the ever-present sound of waves crashing never letting them forget for even a moment that they are trapped, alone, and lost.

The water triumphs over them. It keeps them captive and solitary. It feeds its captive only to laugh at their continued misery.

They hate it with every cell of their being, down to their fiery core. Their essence could be wiped out at any moment by the greedy, lapping waves that care not for the once-grand fallen king. The water does not care about Phoenix's title, about their followers, about the impact they had on the world-- all is washed away under the tide, and dragged out to sea where it is unceremoniously smothered out and crushed completely under the pressure of the body of water above.

It destroys everything and Phoenix burns at the injustice.

For everything they've done, this is the thanks they get?

Trapped on a lonely island by the vicious waves after a sea wreck-- and no one to rescue them.

No company but the water.

They hate it.

: Optional Extra :

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