Post by ASHER HART ELLIS on Dec 30, 2010 5:39:18 GMT
The night was cold and bitter, bringing the announcement of winter. It was one of those nights where you pulled an extra blanket out of the closet or put an extra log or two on the fire and hoped for winter to end sooner than it had last year. A young man braved the cold, his hands shoved in the pockets of a light jacket that seemed inappropriate for such weather. It was too thin; didn’t block much of the wind that had picked up earlier on in the evening. He hardly noticed the chill, too heated from an argument he had just had with his father. Honestly, to night had been one of the best nights for such a fight; few people were out in the woods, save Asher. The freezing temperature, along with the time of night kept many people safe in their houses. In Asher’s opinion, the fewer witnesses, the better.
He had this burning desire to destroy something. Like if he didn’t get his extra fire out, it’d slowly consume him until he was nothing but a smoldering pile of ash. Plus, there was the added bonus that he’d piss his father off even more. Conley Ellis was one of those men who felt as if they needed to be in control of every aspect of everyone’s life. The elder Ellis had already tasted immense power and hated having anything less than that. The more power he gained, the more paranoid he grew. As the Ellis kids grew, Conley placed greater restrictions on what they could and couldn’t do. One of those was fire bending. He had been very specific that no one was to bend outside of the family estate, for fear of an outsider seeing them.
And here Asher was with the intention to break that very rule. Nothing would happen, he reasoned with himself. There was no one to see him in the middle of the dark woods. Besides, he couldn’t bend back at the estate. Not the type of bending he wanted to, that was. Asher wasn’t focusing on control; he was focusing on devastation. How quickly he could destroy something. If he tried that at home, he’d be scolded by his father for being reckless and idiotic, for not taking things seriously. Not only would he get that lecture from his father, but then he’d hear it from the other head members of the Ellis clan and then be forced to sit and watch how a real firetamer did things. His brother and sister would no doubt be part of the demonstration and would later mock him. The whole experience was nothing new to the youngest Ellis.
Asher came upon a clearing after his mini hike through the woods that seemed like a good enough spot for as much as he could tell. He slipped out of his jacket and threw it to the ground carelessly, ignoring the goose bumps that prickled along the skin of his bare arms. Without much though, Asher sent a flaming ball of red hot fire at a tree, blowing a hole that had still burning edges through the middle of it. The twin of it soon followed into the trunk of the tree to the left of the original. “Why?” Asher asked out loud, though the meaning behind the question and to whom it was addressed remained a mystery even to him. He released a stream of fire into the branches that had long since lost their leaves. Had someone walked in on the spectacle, they’d most likely think they were dreaming or high; none of this was physically possible.
Muse: My Chemical Romance
Note: I'm so excited for these two guys! This post is bad though. I suck at intros.
