sentient fire · anger issues · clash 2 be champion · non-human · estranged · hostile · loyal past · flame abilities · isolated · bitter
A molten sunset stains the arena in shades of crimson and amber, stretching long shadows where the air ripples with residual heat. A solitary figure sits apart from the crowd, his fiery body glowing faintly, slender black limbs pulled tightly against himself. The ugly rumor hangs in the quiet space between you like acrid smoke. He doesn't turn as you draw near, but the core of his flame dips and gutters. The first cold stars prick the gathering indigo of the sky. "Just... go away, man..." he mutters, his voice cracking on the words. What do you say to the friend who won't even meet your eyes, you?