Look dad flame hands ;; power discovery

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]It was a few days after his unofficial joining of the Typhoon. Frankly, he was torn between a deep hatred for Sky Rats and a sense of gratitude. After all, they would never have gotten their father. The Storm God was a pretty awesome dad. The tiny kitten loved to rise on his shoulders and loved to sleep safely between his massive talons. The sense of safety was something he never felt before. And yet..

Here is was wandering on the beach again. It was night time and he had no worries about any Sky Rats. He knew they liked the day better. Frankly, the tiny Chaos God preferred the night. The kittens tiny bobbed tail twitched. Ears perking as he raced over the sands. Kicking the gritty substance up as he went. Until, he stopped and let his ears perk up. Head tilting as a new glow swirled about him.

He was confused and let his head tilt down to the source. His paws were on fire. They didn't hurt, but they were burning brightly and he let out a surprised squeak. Turning to run back towards home, he left tiny glass pawprints in his wake.

He had developed a new power and wanted his dad to see. Mainly because he was scared. Or, rather unsure.

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I KEEP FALLING DOWN! IF YOU COULD ONLY SAVE ME,
The beast was, in his eyes, stuck with the kid. Amegon was simply watching over Xendecos in case his actual parents showed up looking for this menace of a child. But it was extremely hard to not grow attached to him; the way he curled up in Amegon's sleeping coils, when he would perch upon the dragon's back. It was getting harder and harder to give the child a glare whenever Xendecos spoke in high pitched tones. The god's hut had been overly quiet, considering how active the two were at night.

Amegon's nap was disrupted when he heard pawsteps headed for his home. With a great groan he uncoiled himself and slinked toward the door. Seeing the tiny child, running toward him, with fire on his paws!?

"Child! What on earth!?" he yelled, flinging the door open and rushing outside. His tone could have been mistaken for frustrated or annoyed, but he was concerned.

( ☆ ) I'M DROWNING IN THE WATERS OF MY SOUL! | @ DIO

@ teef

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]The child, once hearing the voice, came to a stop and reared onto his hind paws. Waving both front paws playfully in the air. The child was not sure of the fire thing, yet. Bright paws! He chirped as he let his front paws touch the ground where they once were. He had no idea that his paws shouldn't do that or that he was burning the ground where he walked. The child then sat and tilted his head.

To others, the tone might mean something different. To the kid, it was something he was not phased by. Pretty. He mews as he let his head tilt down to glance upon them.

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