Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

It took some effort, but with the cold light washing over Khrelan to prevent a breakout, it made it difficult for him to wake up after sleeping. Eventually, his eyes cracked open to be greeted with the same dim darkness he'd know before, his arms almost instantly wrapping around himself again as the chilling air made itself known. This frigid radiation is aggravating he grumbled, rubbing his hands along his upper arms to create friction. The ones who imprisoned him would regret this. He didn't know how yet, but he would make them feel his rage. It wasn't so much they had captured him that bothered him, but had insulted Verath by interrupting His grand design. And he felt moved to demonstrate why Verath was known to his people as The Supreme One, Patron of the Eternal Flame. And as if to add to his fury, the light shone once more as the cellar door opened, making Khrelan shield his eyes from having sat in such darkness. And then he heard his captor's voice My bet's on the fire pit over there. He then lowered his hand to see the man in metal plating approach his cell and unlocking the door. Khrelan did not quite know how to utilize the fire within quite yet, but nonetheless he said, I would advise against touching me. It was meant more as a threat of hostile action instead of friendly warning, but Jhasper just chuckled and reached in anyway, only being able to barely lay his hands on him. The orange man then gave a yelp of pain and sharply withdrew his hands, the surface reddened madly and covered with already forming blisters. Khrelan seemed noticeably shocked at this was the heat from his form that significant? Such is power of Verath he then whispered, more to himself than out loud. Get me a glass of Juian, Theodore. Those words snapped him out of his musing, the ember-like orbs gazing at the man again as he was handed a vessel of the same blue liquid he had drunk earlier, or so it had appeared. And before he could react, he felt the cold liquid splash against his flesh the thermal shock was just like before he was captured, making him scream - the echoing of his voice even more prevalent - in utter agony. He tried to thrash, wipe the substance off of him as it sizzled and vaporized, but it was not enough. Khrelan lay heaving on the floor of his cage, his body curled up and shivering from pain. Amazing stuff, isn't it? Made from a berry whose juices are colder than the ice sheets to the North. Funny considering that's where it grows most abundantly. Has to be warmed quite some time before it's even drinkable...But as you can see, fire pit, it has other uses. You won't be burning me again any time soon...Behave, and I promise not to douse you anymore. Jhasper then stated before he chuckled again. Alright, men...Slap it on him. With the heat dulled, Khrelan struggled futilely as he was lifted he then felt a sharp pain as the 'badge' was punched into his torso. On it rested a symbol of the rare fiery bird that nested to the East, what the Luimbians had named, adopted from Earth as, the 'Phoenix'. Fitting for you, fire pit...Now come on, men. Let's get the rest. Ph'neei and Torac will meet us with the others. The young Praoamian was thrown back into his cage as the men went about into the next set of prison cells. They soon returned, shackles in hand. Let's go, you two. His Highness does not like to wait. Khrelan tried to resist, but eventually he was chained up and led like a dog on a leash soon enough, he was being led into a chain-gang going out the opposite end of where they'd been held. His body was still too cold to try anything, so all he could do was let himself be le along like a hound at the end of a rope. The small group arrived out of a tunnel, leading to a large arena throngs of orange-skinned spectators, Luimbans wanting to watch the event unfold, cheered as the future combatants were led into the middle. Out of several other gates came other warriors of different breeds and builds, each wearing a badge like he was with different symbols to represent where they hailed from. Some seemed like him, enraged at their captivity, whilst others were more relaxed and for some even eager to be there. There must have been over fifty in total how long had these people spent finding them, thought Khrelan. And what would happen to them now, he could only speculate. Would they all fight now, or would the battles be broken up. Eventually, what sounded like the loud bellow of a rampaging phothog sounded high above them the group of warriors turned their attention to the origin, seeing that it was a high balcony where the King and Queen sat in observation. Khrelan narrowed his eyes, staring in vindictive rage what now, he pondered. No one would call attention to themselves like that unless they wanted to be seen or heard.