The skin under the flames blistered and cracked, spreading a sickingly smell with it of burning meat. Yet she held on, not seeming to feel the pain herself, the rage engulfing her. She was fire, she was anger, she was hungry and she needed to be fed. Something had to burn, pay for the wrong done to the spirit, pay for holding her back, holding her captive and not releasing her smoldering heat into the night air.
The shapes in front of her were unrecognizable, their voices in her ears unclear murmers, only edging her on even more, fueling her flames, her rage. Who were they, trying to interrupt? Who were they, trying to cage a hungry beast? She had opened the gates and now it was impossible to stop.
It was satisfying, holding this neck, this –abomination-, this insult to everything natural and pure. It would burn, it would perish, it would be cleansed and returned to its proper place, being the winds and the afterlife. Suddenly something cool was felt, and something tugged on her attention. Something distracting her. She could hear the voice, pleading and begging her to stop, to not consume, to not feed, to close the doors and be locked away. She listened, for now. Then came the promise. The promise for aid, for more freedom. She could have patience, she could wait just a little longer… As long as this one would keep to her promise.
Fading into darkness, the smoldering doors slowly shut, the flames flickering and dying out, shutting her off from all the energy and rage gotten by the burning anger that had spurred her on. When the doors closed, so did her eyes, all her energy drained.
Cold, she was so cold… Rhonya knew she wasn’t awake, she couldn’t open her eyes, her body felt so heavy, almost as if it wasn’t entirely her own. She couldn’t see anything, she couldn’t hear anything, she just felt so… tired. Everything seemed to be a muddy blur in her head, events hard to remember, as if it hadn’t been her alone that had experienced them. She hadn’t felt fire’s presence like that in a long time. Not since Sinami managed to start the flames and make them explode eventually, not heeding Rhonya’s warnings. Not since Nagrand, where fire had consumed her completely and took control, leaving a permanent mark in her eyes of its presence amongst the blue.
Suddenly she felt a pang of regret, as a flash appeared in front of her vision, Makaroth’s face, distorted in pain, her burning hands on his chest as his armor seemed to be cooking him alive.
A deep sadness filled Rhonya at that point. Had she done it again? Did he not listen to her warnings, had fire taken over and actually hurt him? Had she hurt any others? Who had been standing close? Suddenly Magrahra’s voice filled her head, something spoken to her. Regret filled her even further as she realized that her brother hadn’t been the only one hurt by her incompetence to keep her fire spirit under control in such situations.
Rhonya tried to force herself to open her eyes, to move, to do anything, but it was useless. Her body was shut down, the fire gone, the warmth extinguished. It felt so cold…
What would happen to her now? She actually feared for herself, for the others, again. Would Makaroth ever trust her again? Her brother in blood, and she’d hurt him as if he had been no one she knew. A thing, standing in between of her and her target. So many doubts, so many questions she couldn’t answer, filling her head. Orcs trusted her, but she clearly wasn’t very suited to have earned that trust, if she kept hurting them, even though she did not want to. Rhonya felt weak. Not strong enough, this spirit influencing her so whenever that line was crossed, and she couldn’t keep it back.
Fire was always hungry, always wanting, always feeding… And she couldn’t satisfy it.
A heavy weight pressed down on her. She couldn’t wake up, she was so cold…
She’d face the others once it was time. Apologize, for what it was worth… and lay her fate in her brothers hands, Kozgugore, to decide what to do with her. As it was custom, as it was rule. She’d face the consequences of her weakness, and probably never forgive herself for hurting those she loved.
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