Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-38113021-20190323232505/@comment-26510374-20190628050359

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Eros lowered his body to push off of the ground and, with a sweep of his wings, flew off of the stage. Something seemed strange this time, different than before. The air, motionless, seemed to resonate with his body, seeming to understand every shift of his feathers, bending more easily to carry him into a sudden updraft. The wind was perfect, a pleasant feeling that rustled through his plumage, and Eros barely felt it when it began, for it felt as if it was a part of him, like it had been there all along.

"You're a natural!" Amaterasu called.

"I don't care." Eros twirled lazily through the air. "Well, carry on. Don't want to be delaying the who-lives who-dies ceremony." He glided away on the breeze, which was now directed exactly to where he wanted to go-- the moorland that appeared after the surrounding forest.

Amaterasu's fiery golden eyes narrowed. "Go on with the ceremonies," she muttered to the monkeys. They nodded quickly and hurried away to beckon the remaining animals onto the stage as Amaterasu bent down to pick up a bit of stray down, a tiny, light green feather that Eros had shed as he had departed. Clutching the feather in her paw, she leapt off of the stage and hurried after Eros, pushing through the crowd and halting at the dirt road.

The fox held up one paw, her right paw, for it was always that side of her that had never failed. It was the right side in which Amaterasu's magic was strongest. She clenched her paw and closed her eyes. She opened her paw quite suddenly, igniting a golden flame that danced in the air, contained by her splayed fingertips.

"The trace. Follow it. Contain the wind," Amaterasu whispered. The flame flickered in reply, pausing as Amaterasu raised the feather, offering it to its fiery depths. The fox watched, eyes glowing, as the feather was devoured, burned to nothing, leaving no ashes. This was her thesis, her perfected skill. Something that could track anything, so long as there was residue to be traced. Her thesis, from her days at the academy: Her famed "Golden Fire."

"Go," Amaterasu whispered. Golden Fire whirled into the air, and stilled for a moment before crackling wildly, its flames jabbing the air in the direction of the windy steppes a few miles away. The flame seemed to grow exponentially in size before it darted away, traveling steadily after the fading shape of Eros over the trees.

After Golden Fire's departure, Amaterasu re-emerged and slipped through the crowd in time for the final ceremony, which yielded another elemental, a deer. While the animals whooped and cheered, Amaterasu followed silently after the monkeys who were leading the few selected elementals away to the car.

Her tails swayed in the newfound breeze.

Frigga sat in the car in silence. The deer's suddenly very large antlers scraped the roof of the small car, and they made a rather unpleasant scratching sound whenever the snow leopard next to him bumped into him as the car slowly meandered down the rocky dirt road. "Apologies for the vehicle. We did not expect many elementals-- we never do. The limos were all taken today. Besides, it's more humbling being in here. We don't want to make a show out of this." The driver, a nine-tailed fox, proceeded to go off on a tangent about how honorable it was to partake in this ongoing conflict, something like that, Frigga wasn't really paying attention. He was initially excited about his new powers, but as of now, he was absolutely disappointed.