Volcan,
Empress of Ignis Empire
Played by Karasu

The wastelands were a familiar place, sort of like the volcano wrecked homeland she was accustomed to. So as she walked through the daytime heat, her thick fur didn't burden her- rather, she had developed it in a way that her undercoat was thin, nit as insulating, and released the burning in her flesh easily. Her overgrown claws carried her easily over the rocks and sand, until finally the sun was not a burden any longer- rather, the chill of the desert cold as the moon hung in the sky. She was a desert woman, so it was not a stinging cold, but as clouds violently rolled in and the wind began to whip the downpour every which way, it set into her bones and caused an ache that her long locks could not prevent. She shook out her fur to no avail, and sped up. To her dismay, the rain washed away the scent she had been following- that of her oldest daughter. She gained a fearsome, irate panic, violent and glorious, until she picked up the scent of a lioness- it was her only hope. It was washrd out, thin and indecipherable, but her only chance to find her precious child.... Even though she was well grown. Following the scent, a figure, head low appeared- blurry through the drenching rain, and Volcan's paws carried her quickly to the figure, and she stopped in front of her- only to see it wasn't her daughter. She frowned and huffed a bit, glancing off to the side. I thought you were another. she stated.


art by Habitual Nightmare#5003, code by naboo