Draven: *returns Ember's gaze, hot eyes flickering over her form to admire the flamey hair* Jou see somevhing jou like, hind?

Ember: -blushing as his eyes look over her body before straightening and meeting his eyes defiantly, refusing to let him embarrass her- Maybe. -her eyes glowing brighter as she replies all sassy like-

Draven: *smirks, casting his eyes away nonchalantly* Good, I vould hope not to disappoint a lovely voman.

Ember: -her eyes narrowing as he smirks at her- Yes, I do hate to be disappointed... -smirking back at him- I'm...Ember. -bows her head, shaking her hair out of her eyes as she straightens back up-

Draven: *resists looking at her again, pretending to be interested in something in the distance* Draven.

Ember: -her eyes glowing brighter in irritation as she doesn't like being ignored- Nice to meet you Draven. -the irritation in her voice is easily heard as her physical temperature increases the angrier she gets, but she's still trying to be polite to this new herla-

Draven: Vell, I suppose there is novhing left here to my interest~ *causually starts away*

Ember: -oh no, he did NOT- Hey! I've been nothing but polite to you, and all you do is respond with rudeness. -you can now feel the heat radiating off of her- I don't know where you came from, but I expect being a jackass is just as bad there as it is here. -glares, a little disheveled and slightly out of breath-

Draven: *raises a brow and pauses, returning his attention the female* Vat? ... *inches closer, attracted to the heat* Vhy have you a reason to be polite to vhe likes ov me?

Ember: -closes her eyes and tries to calm herself down, drawing the heat closer to her body- Sorry Flora... -turns her attention back to Draven, opening her eyes a little startled that he has moved closer- Uh... I-Why wouldn't I be polite to you? -a bit confused by the question- You're new and you probably don't have any friends yet... -blinks at him-


Flora: -is blowing on the side of her body closest to Ember to try and cool off a bit- "She's right~ That's normally how we treat newer herla...." -looks up at him and smiles-


Draven: Vriends? *scoffs, disappointing that the heat has dissipated* Vriends are for vhe veak. *narrows his eyes at Flora, frown growing deeper* And vhe veak seem to cluster... It is vhy I prever to be on my own.

Ember: -pissed that she would be called weak- Excuse me? -stepping away from Flora and toward Draven as her heat ramps up again- We go out of our way to greet you and you insult us? -glares at him angling her head proudly- I'm proud to have friends, it means that I'm enjoyable to be around instead of being some jackass of a herla. -smoke exits her nose as she huffs angrily-

Flora: -watches Ember flare up again and sighs shaking her head. She's tired of it all at this point. and just turns to walk away from them both-

Draven: *the excitement clearly shows on his face as Ember gets worked up, and the chuckle he's been repressing is released* Vat is your vought, a vhought a do not care vor... vou veakling.

Ember: -the grass under her feet is starting to crisp and burn- UHG! -shakes her head, her eyes wide in amazement that anyone would call HER a weakling!- I have never met anyone I want to attack MORE than you. -breathing hard, repressing her urge to strike him-

Draven: I encourage it~ you beautivul flaming beetch. *basks in her warmth*

Ember: -falters at the beautiful comment but super PISSED to be called a b***h, she is growling at this point- You...insufferable....MALE! -and with that Ember rears back and kicks her now flaming front hoof at Draven's chest-

Draven: *face lights up as Ember attacks, taking the blow to the chest and stumbling backwards, taking a great effort not to land on his back*

Ember: -her eyes light up as she actually lands the blow, having never used her fire like this before she wasn't quite sure what would happen- Who's weak now jackass?! -a big smile on her face as she realizes how much fun she was having-

Draven: *huffs, taking a moment to catch his breath, looking back to the female with a spark in his eyes* Jou obviously have pleased jourself bullying a stranger - regardless of zere attitude... if zis is your idea of strong... either jou or i are terribly mistaken.

Ember: -grins wickedly at him- Since friends are for the weak... -sarcasm heavy in her voice- then you should be used to fighting with strangers. -jerking her head as if in dismissal- Regardless, i'm sure it is YOU that is mistaken. -her eyes aflame at being able to talk like this to someone without getting in trouble-

Draven: *winces, looking down at the fresh wound, singed and smoking hoof prints among his collection of scars* Iz it zat obvious... ? Ah, but I am alive.. And no vriends to zank for it. *his voice gets quieter as he peers at the female's flaming eyes with interest* Zat must count as some sort of strength...

Ember: I am also alive, I have friends and far fewer scars on my pelt . -smirks at him- Who's the stronger of the two? You; who has avoided all lingering contact and blocked himself off from friend and foe, or me; having left myself open to friends and enemies, but is able to handle both? -sniffs at the air in disdain- I think you're a bit of a coward. -peers at him out of the corner of her eye, a little excited to see what he'll do next-

Draven: I do not avoid foe ~ I welcome zem. As I did jou. In my experience, vriends do nozhing but hold jou back from jour goals. And foes do just ze opposite~ Help jou grow, give jou a reason to strive to be better. *ponders about what he just said, eyes lingering on something in the distance, but quickly returns his attention to Ember* In a tvizted vay, my vriends are my enemies and my enemies are my vriends.

Ember: -a little confused by his CRAZY logic- How can your enemies be your friends if your friends only hold you back and your enemies strive to make you better? -shakes her head to clear the dizziness that had just appeared- Well... -looks at him, very hesitant about her footing now- Does that make us friends, or enemies...or something else?

Draven: *chuckles* Perhaps it is a leettle too tvizted for someone like jou to understand. *smirks, flicking his tail playfully with a wink* Zat, my love, makes us enemies.

Ember: -fumes at the insinuation that she's stupid, heating the air around her- I understand it just fine, thank you very much, I just think it's stupid. -stops, startled as his comment- L-love? -growls at him- You are so irritating! How can you call someone that and say you're their enemy in the same sentence? -exasperated at this new herla-


Draven: *laughs, just loves watching this hind get frustrated, wow how horrid* But did not I just get zrough explaining zat enemies are my vriends? Jou truly do not get it, after all. *grins* twisted

Ember: -cannot seem to stop growling at him- You insufferable.... MALE. -huffs heated air from her lungs-

Draven: You said zat already. But zis time wizhout ze keeck. (kick, lol) *eyes her cooly, visibly enjoying the heat* Vat does zis mean?

Ember: -glares at him- Would you rather I kicked you? -rears back a little, just getting her front hooves off the ground- Because I can put you in your place again, if that's what you're into. -laughs aloud, strangely happy at the idea of fighting with this hart once more-

Draven: *ponders* Hmmm... Vell~ I suppose. But only because jou seem to enjoy it so much. Zis time I might not be so nice~ it's a game of give and take, jou know.

Ember: Well then... -stretches her front legs out, lowering her chest while still keeping her backside in the air in a 'ready to play' pose- Bring it on hot stuff. -flares her flames in anticipation-

Draven: *sneers* Foolish zing... *readies himself to up into a rear* I invite jou to take ze first blow and instead jou make jourself vulnerable to my hooves. *brings his hooves down without holding back, an insane grin on his face*

Ember: -knowing he'd go for the easy hit it was no problem for Ember to dart to the side, out of the way of his hooves- Ha! Don't assume anything Draven, you'll make a fool of yourself. -turning to face away from him, she looked over her shoulder and aimed a flaming kick with both of her back hooves at his chest, trying for the same spot as last time-

Draven: *his hooves slam into the dirt, sinking in well a ways causing him to get stuck when he tries to move from the kick - he takes the blow, getting winded again, but the force released him from the dirt. He huffs, lowering his head and thrusting his horns at the female*

Ember: -his stumble giving her enough time to regain her balance, Ember is able to dance up on her hind legs, taking a cut to her chest from the point of his horn as Draven's head grazes past her. not waiting for him to recover she tries the same thing he started with, driving her hooves down towards his unprotected back- Ha! -she is, of course, smiling the whole time-

Draven: *with a firm stance, the buck launches himself upwards as Ember rears, aiming a headbutt at her exposed underbelly... but not without gaining a new wound, a gash on his neck from Ember's hoof*

Ember: Eep! -yelps as he bucks his body towards her, twisting to avoid his horns again she loses her balance, landing flush against his back and bringing them both falling to the ground- Oof! -the air is expelled from her lungs, but as she had a cushion, she can still breathe- Give up yet?! -breathless and laughing, her inner fire burning hotter than anyone else has been able to stand before-

Draven: *he felt the sting of the female's heat, as well as the sharp points of the stones beneath him as he was sandwiched between the earth and his new foe* Not a chance, love. *with what little breath he had left, he thrust himself upwards, hoping to fling Ember into the air, whipping his tail around to slice at her with the sharp points.*

Ember: Whoa! -she felt the muscles bunch under Draven's skin as he pushed up with his considerable strength, Ember knew he was trying to buck her off and she braced herself as best she could, but wasn't able to stop from lifting into the air and flailing her legs uselessly...she did see the tail coming early enough to avoid a crippling blow, but still received a deep cut to the side of her neck, hot blood beginning to trail down her side- Son of a... -was all she was able to get out before she landed, collapsing gracelessly to the ground-

Draven: *his snarl resembled a rabid dog's and he bared his fangs as he swung around to face his opponent again, who was on the ground* Ember, jou're not giving up, are jou? *he swayed his horns towards her threateningly, his grin as wide as it could be*

Ember: -panting from the ground, collecting all her limbs to make sure they still work right- Why?! Getting tired?! -snarling back at him, her eyes glowing bright she kicked at his ankles with her back hooves, hoping to catch him off guard long enough to get off the ground again-

Draven: HNG! *lifts his hooves in an attempt to avoid the kick, a sickening crack sounds... filling his mind with an odd combination of dread and excitement. His left ankle is mangled and doubtlessly broken. He persists to thrust his horns at Ember, but from now on, completely avoiding letting that hoof touch the ground*

Ember: -hearing the crack of his ankle, the color drains from her face as she scrambles to her feet- A-are you ok?! -gasping out her question as she easily dodged his attack, as he is a bit limited in movement now- W-wait! I think I really hurt you... -more concerned than she should be for just meeting this hart- Can we just hold on for a second?! -she barks out at him-

Draven: *smoke puffs from his nostrils as he snorts... hesitant to let his guard down, his horns still pointed towards her* Stop zat Ember. Jou vill not fool me. Jou do not care if I should die.

Ember: -pissed that he thinks she would value another life so little- That's bullshit Draven, now STOP IT! -angry again- Of course I care you jackass! -she had never hurt anyone and it was starting to scare her a little, angry tears beginning to well up in her eyes-

Draven: *he brings his head up slightly, bewildered at the female's behavior. If this was a trick, she was quite the actress* Are jou.... crying? *he lifts his head the rest of the way, letting it tilt to express his confusion* Vell, I suppose you surrender, zen? *grins, posing triumphantly as best he can on three legs*

Ember: -his show of bravery tricked a watery laugh out of her, even though he looked a bit silly being down a foot- Fine. I surrender, for now. -sniffs away the last of her...eye water(lol)...and glares at him, grinning at the same time- And no, I wasn't crying. You're just crazy.

Draven: *smirks* Zat's not ze first time I've heard zhose vords. But I suppose it vas interesting... vhile it lasted... *turns awkwardly, his mangled leg held away from the earth as he limps in the opposite direction and pauses to calculate the damage he acquired - a cut to the neck, several burns to the chest, and of course... the crippled leg.*

Ember: -bristles at his tone- Yeah...maybe it'll last longer next time. I'll try to be more gentle with you. -smirks at him until she walks over, her eyes shadowed with guilt- May I? -gestures to his ankle, not wanting to get to close to him unless he allows it-

Draven: *he hisses as Ember follows, the effect enhanced by the flames emerging from behind his fangs* No, leave me now. Perhaps ve vill meet some ozher day.

Ember: -hers ears compress down on her head as he hisses at her- Fine! -she shouts at him, angry that he wont let her help him- See if I care if you end up all crippled and weak! -turns to walk away-

ven: *watches Ember leave with an almost sullen expression* It does not surprize me if jou would not care. It iz vat enemies are for, after all. Vat doesn't keel me, vill only make me stronger~ *looks down to inspect the wounded ankle, and then gazes around to find a soft place to rest*

Ember: -stopping she glares back at him- You keep fighting me when I try to care, what am I supposed to do? -strikes a defiant pose, her head held high, looking down her slender nose at him-

Draven: Vat, I thought jou left? *the flames in his throat mount again as Ember reappears* Do vat jou vere just doing, and go. Don't look back zis time. *snarls*

Ember: -glaring at him, she turns and leaves-