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Under construction. Just like all my pets. *sigh* Yanuith
wild | pyromaniac | seductive | psychotic
Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men.
Seneca (5 BC - 65 AD), Epistles
I Dance With Fire.
The orange streak slithered its way down the back of the mountain. It spit it's kerosone breath onto the trees roots, and wiggled it's way up the trunk eating away at the leaves. The tree was lit bright orange as the beast turned the green forest tumbling into pit of ferocious heat. The tree sighed its last breath and collapsed to the ground in a pile of gray ash. The trees around it followed its same misfortune and died as the orange beast ate away at them. The forest was in a blaze of heat. A smile curled around Yanuith's lips as she watched her marvelous creation unfold.
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