Tier01

Dancing and daring, flickering and flaring, the hissing pop of sap ignited from the licking orange tongues of flame. Grasping hands of fire, clawing and clinging to all they could clutch. Smoke hung heavy in the air, blacks and greys swirling and obscuring the sky behind a gauzy veil. Wind, hot and heavy, tearing through the forest, ripping limp leaves from scorched stands of trees. All about the greenery destruction danced freely. Red tearing through the lush foliage with the wanton abandon of a child. A frown touched at the corner of his lips, cloak wrapped tight about his frame to beat back the licking tongues and grasping hands he strode