Volcan,
Empress of Ignis Empire
Played by Karasu

Dawn was fast approaching, threatening to quench the night's darkness- awakening a fire that slept within the crag of the southern mountainside. The goddess stood slowly, stretching out each limb and bending her spine before leaving her little shelter. It had taken some time to get up here- but she had come for a reason. Mountain goats. Their kids were tender and delicious, but difficult to capture- unless they were newborn, defenseless and unable to steadily run away and onto the safety of a thin ledge. She had been tracking the scent of a small herd, milk smell following them lightly, and Volcan was sure there was at least one near birth doe. The greenery on this side of the mountain was lusher, less deadened then the northern. Obsidian and embers traveled against the thick, grassy ledge where the scent trail continued until dhe came upon an open cliffside, green and alive with sweetgrass- and goats. Her dark frame crouched against the side. She was not stalking the adults- but rather watching a doe standing, her sides heaving from just gibinf birth. A little brown kid at her ankles. The goddess had found them at a proper time. It seemed that the others had given birth hours ago, their little ones standing and drinking eagerly at their mothers teats. She turned her amber kissed eyes away from those- ahe wouldnt be able to catch them. It didn't matter if she stalked, it only mattered that she got in before it learned to walk- and so she burst in, the sound of panicked bleats as they rushed the the close by steep mountainside and began to clamber up. The remaining mother goat and several large horned bucks smashed their hooves at her- but she well outsized them, and the swiping of her paws sent them reeling in panic. Only the mother rearered and struck at the lioness with sharp hooves, attempting to protect her kid. But despite the cuts it landed on her muscular shoulder, it didn't stop the white fangs from snatching up the helpless baby and quickly turning, rushing back down the trail from which she came, slowly coming to a stop on a wider part of the path and ripping eagerly into the tiny carcass. Victory was hers once again.

art by Habitual Nightmare#5003, code by naboo