[size=9pt]"You're not dying." Says Moon. He peers at the wolf with a calculating golden gaze. Before the Ascendants, all he'd known was blood magic and the type of spells that did more harm than anything, but here, the supernatural came in different forms. Ones peculiar but not exactly malevolent. Not that he'd enjoyed the snapped toothpick of an arm his own newfound powers had given him. "It's some magical bullshit. Powers." Eloquent, as he always was. But with dark circles sunken under his eyes and a flat tone, that was the best she was going to get, Today. "It's not gonna' hurt you, Fey. Just means you might get the urge to chase your tail every so often. Howl at the moon, or something." He pauses, glances to the flames that surround her, and his voice takes on something softer, speaking like he's trying to calm a wild horse. "Alex is right. Think you can knock it off with the pyromaniac shit?"
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]