Wicked Flames of Battle and Love

Shadow of the Sun...

"YEEOO," Reese shouted happily shaking Dindiri Diome's shoulder. "Oh my GOD did you not see how Pharaoh just kicked Shaun's ass? What are you doing anyway? Dindir?" the girl breathed, she was in a tank top and jeans with converse shoes on and shorter than the one girl, Dindiri who just sat in the common's lounge looking outwards the sea. "Dindir! DINDIR!" Reese shouted shoving her friend, a slight jolt of pain ran through her fang tattoos, a fiery orange sparkling from them.

"AH hell on a horse, what Ree? I was in deep thought about the homework for Professor Io's class!"

"Is that all you do is stress about homework? Girl lighten up, your gonna need to breath! No one wonder your-"

"SHHH!" Dindiri hissed, Reese tensed up covering her mouth lightly. This was no place to speak about her situation, no one else needed to know of Dindiri's...issues; no one would understand. Reese did though, hell she had seen what her friend could do and kept her mouth closed ever since she was graced to see 'it'. She bent forward, Reese, cupping her hand and murmured the rest.

"No wonder your firefly abilities have been so uncontrollable lately. You have to relax, enjoy life...drink some hot sauce!" Reese whispered with joy, throwing her hands up but Dindiri shook her head and without a word shoved her hands into her capris pockets.

"Listen, I appreciate you trying to 'assist' with my problem. I really do Reese, you're like a sister to me. But the fact is, strange things have been occurring and I can't be around here for much longer. The pain I just felt, I-I..." the girl paused looking down her heartbeat almost audible. "They're gonna come after me again. And I have to go, I don't know when and I don't know which side but it's a strong one...stronger than any Acceptance, Harmony or Ardor...it's something stronger, or similar I dunno!" She sighed shaking her head, her eyes closing. "The weird thing is, it feels like its two...a strong dark force from below...a-and...and something from above. I-I gotta go. I need a forest fire." Dindiri shook her head standing, she quickly hurried to the exit, Reese's eyes following her with ease before sighing out.

"Be careful Dindir..." she muttered.

Leaves the Common Lounge

Dindiri kept her head down, earphones plugged into her earholes, "I Need a Forest Fire" playing on her MP3 player, as she made her way towards Bell Harp town, a small bustling place with old time buildings that gave it that authentic late 18th – 19thcentury. Her marks began to shown brighter as she passed an alleyway that made her stomach churn, a dark presents lurked there but she moved along quickly. She pasted a few shopping markets, a large serene park that children, young teens in love and adults gathered at. She wished she was normal, she wished she could have gone there without trouble, but fate had other things in mind for her. No fun...only fear, rage and on a constant move from...things. The houses were scattered about but looked perfect in that fashion from an aerial view, but they were limited, the town only had a population of about 8,500, after about ten minutes of walking Dindiri headed into the rural section of the area where she eventually came to a small patch of hiding. Taking a quick look around, the coast was clear and with care, she ducked away into it changing the song to "Don't Judge Me," by Chris Brown softly singing along to the words.

"Everything I say right now, is gonna used in another fight...Can we change the subject...? You're hearing rumors about me and saw some pictures online...Before we start talking crazy...Things we'll regret...Can we just slow it down, press reset...?" She sang skipping over some parts of the verse.

Before long, tears began to run down her face, her fang marks glittering brightly paining her, pulling from her pocket was a lighter she had found near the shore with Reese's family and flicked it twice, on and off. The brilliant orange flare transfixing her, calming her senses like it should have. It was always so pleasant, seeing the flame, feeling its powers carefully delve into her; it had been like that since 'they' finished experimenting with her. She had a fondness for fire, a pyromaniac if one would, lighting things, burning, defending herself, she had to use it to escape 'them'. Now her repertoire was full of techniques, combo moves and so to help her stay alive as well as the 'release resort' move.