Pyre of the North

She could see it in the distance - impossible to miss really - the great beast of burning fire. Its lumbering form leaving a multitude of embers in its wake as it made its way north, towards the snow drenched mountains, that’s what a couple of rumours said anyway. Personally she didn’t care much for the killing process, it was the aftermath that had the swirling magic within her trembling with anticipation. Monsters brought about great vats of emotions, ones a lot of people would prefer to eradicate rather than work through and Manaia was just the person with just the island resort to help them achieve that. She watched as mages of all shapes, sizes and colours swarmed toward the great burning beast, ready and armed to find its weakness and take it down before the entire continent condemned mages no matter what they did or didn’t do with their lives. Preferring to stroll further back at the pack for the time being, Manaia let the bullheaded saviour complex mages take the first hits. Information was her best friend and best shield in these situations, despite the surge of power Fortune had gifted her with. She hadn’t had a lot of time to work through her new capabilities, but things were in progress behind the scenes, she was almost ready to give back to the people even.

As she saw the first mages running back away from the flames, some shining with burning ichor, she felt a presence at her shoulder, more mages coming from behind even her. One was a small mage covered in scales and plants, the contrasting colours familiar in her mind. She offered an acknowledging nod to the small mage, casual hunter recognising casual hunter. A cheer sounded in the distance, the first successful hit must’ve been struck. At that she launched herself into the sky, taking one last breath of fresh air before she entered the smoking area coming from the path of the beast. She then swooped low, flying over the heads of mages listening for the latest news on what made the beast stumble, she heard shouts of ‘water, cold’ which made sense against the fire in the most basic of ways. Which is just how she liked it. Calling out below to a mage wielding water, she motioned with her hands that she was available to grab a vessel and aid them in their attack. Hovering as she waited, Manaia looked over the great lumbering skeleton, finally able to see it beneath the whipping flames as the wind shifted heavily to the west. With a shout from the water mage, she flew just above their head to grab the material and begun the hard descent up to fly over the monster. She saw her moment as the wind whipped again, showing a connecting space near its shoulder blades. She got as low as she dared and let the parcel drop, dousing the flames in an arc. She felt a tug in her stomach and scowled in response as she felt her magic reach for her wing muscles as she sought to disobey its wishes. Her eyebrows scrunched in furious concentration as she attempted something new, did monsters even still harbour emotions? She guessed she was about to find out. 

Her feathers strengthened and shone and her muscles bunched as she flapped ferociously, barely  a thought to it as she absorbed the essence of the monster’s rage and it felt incredible. Oh she was hooked and there was no going back now.

WC: 588