Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2019 19:57:07 GMT -5
Inigo took a long steady breathe of the dry air and tried as best he could to center himself. He had already been out here for days, training. The heat made conjuring fire just a bit easier, and the dust in the air helped him to see how the thermal energy flowed. There was never a pattern, but he looked for one anyway.
Days like this were the best for training. The sun was high overhead in a clear, bright sky, baking the earth beneath it's fiery gaze. It was almost as if it was silent judging Inigo, daring him to play with that which it was totally consumed by.
The Cactoids in the area weren't particularly tough but they were plentiful. A tight ball of flames burst in the face of one, sending it into a panic. "Man, I can't even burn a Cactus? What's wrong with me today?" Inigo looked down at his hands, a thermal distortion of the air wrapped around them. He flung his hand out again, spitting a small streak of fire just barely more impressive than the last, and sighed again.
"No one's going to let me in their Clan if I can't even hunt anymore!" He screamed into the empty stretches of desert, his single wing flexing and outstretching in frustration, "Just do the burning crap!" He shot his hand forward again, but only managed the same pitiful flames as before.
Inigo flopped onto his rear on the baking ground with an audible groan. Beads of sweat rolled down his face and his breathing was heavy and forceful. He stomach gave a loud gurgle, angry at the lack of nourishment. Inigo lightly patted his stomach, letting out another ragged sigh, "No food, no magic, no friggin' luck for me."
Days like this were the best for training. The sun was high overhead in a clear, bright sky, baking the earth beneath it's fiery gaze. It was almost as if it was silent judging Inigo, daring him to play with that which it was totally consumed by.
The Cactoids in the area weren't particularly tough but they were plentiful. A tight ball of flames burst in the face of one, sending it into a panic. "Man, I can't even burn a Cactus? What's wrong with me today?" Inigo looked down at his hands, a thermal distortion of the air wrapped around them. He flung his hand out again, spitting a small streak of fire just barely more impressive than the last, and sighed again.
"No one's going to let me in their Clan if I can't even hunt anymore!" He screamed into the empty stretches of desert, his single wing flexing and outstretching in frustration, "Just do the burning crap!" He shot his hand forward again, but only managed the same pitiful flames as before.
Inigo flopped onto his rear on the baking ground with an audible groan. Beads of sweat rolled down his face and his breathing was heavy and forceful. He stomach gave a loud gurgle, angry at the lack of nourishment. Inigo lightly patted his stomach, letting out another ragged sigh, "No food, no magic, no friggin' luck for me."