An unassuming looking wolf darted between the buildings. It had noticed the disturbance – it was hard not to. It did a good job of acting like a real wolf even though it was little more than a thrall of sorts. Made entirely of wood without the ability to smell, though it did stick its nose up in the air from time to time as if it were honing in on some kind of scent. It smelled fire, smoke… blood.
People needed help. It couldn’t hear, but it could see life. Life that was barely hanging on by a thread. In the middle of a pile of rubble was a burning house. It quickly noticed a women and a man standing outside the building. It walked up next to them. "Are you guys all right?” he seemed to ask with a tilt of his head. It could tell by their worried stances that they were not all right.
The people tried to talk to him but a being without ears couldn’t do anything with that information. What interested him was a blip of life on the second floor of the building. Trouble was, it was made of wood and the building was on fire.
A gust of wind pushed against the house as a hero arrived on the scene. Signalled by his wooden pal, he slipped inside. Immune to the flames, he started looking around for the child he knew was inside. The woman and the man both pointed to the room facing them on the second floor. The hero quickly flew towards the room. The child in the room was crying furiously as the flames devoured what was left of the room.
The hero said to the boy, "shield your eyes everything is going to be ok." The boy quickly covered his eyes and the hero punched through the window’s glass and flew closer. He grabbed the boy and looked around the room. With the child is his arms he flew out the window and landed back next to the parents of the child. He did not say a word to the parents as he put the child in his mother's arms. He quickly flew up above the home. He clasped his hands together then thrust them into the sky, taking all the flames and forming them into a sphere that he forced into the sky where it could fizzle out.
Kage walked along the burned pathways, taking note of which way the fire was going and relaying that information to others far away. He wished he could be more helpful but his strengths weren’t in putting out fires. He was content to stay off to the side and try to find whatever or whoever was responsible. There was always the possibility that a firebug had gotten a little overzealous. In an area with such flammable buildings, it very well could have been an accident.[/i][/i]
People needed help. It couldn’t hear, but it could see life. Life that was barely hanging on by a thread. In the middle of a pile of rubble was a burning house. It quickly noticed a women and a man standing outside the building. It walked up next to them. "Are you guys all right?” he seemed to ask with a tilt of his head. It could tell by their worried stances that they were not all right.
The people tried to talk to him but a being without ears couldn’t do anything with that information. What interested him was a blip of life on the second floor of the building. Trouble was, it was made of wood and the building was on fire.
A gust of wind pushed against the house as a hero arrived on the scene. Signalled by his wooden pal, he slipped inside. Immune to the flames, he started looking around for the child he knew was inside. The woman and the man both pointed to the room facing them on the second floor. The hero quickly flew towards the room. The child in the room was crying furiously as the flames devoured what was left of the room.
The hero said to the boy, "shield your eyes everything is going to be ok." The boy quickly covered his eyes and the hero punched through the window’s glass and flew closer. He grabbed the boy and looked around the room. With the child is his arms he flew out the window and landed back next to the parents of the child. He did not say a word to the parents as he put the child in his mother's arms. He quickly flew up above the home. He clasped his hands together then thrust them into the sky, taking all the flames and forming them into a sphere that he forced into the sky where it could fizzle out.
Kage walked along the burned pathways, taking note of which way the fire was going and relaying that information to others far away. He wished he could be more helpful but his strengths weren’t in putting out fires. He was content to stay off to the side and try to find whatever or whoever was responsible. There was always the possibility that a firebug had gotten a little overzealous. In an area with such flammable buildings, it very well could have been an accident.[/i][/i]
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