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Like a moth to a flame, Amira found herself captivated by the blazing inferno, watching it flicker and frolic along her skin like wildfire. The heat itself seemed an entity of its own, sovereign of any celestial body, but when she tore from her immersion, she noticed sheer amount of damage it had caused. While it temporarily banished the vampires, it mauled at others, and left them fighting for their lives. It was a massacre. Bloody carcasses were strewn across the forest floor in their numbers, leaving little of what was left of the green grass bellow. Amira could only fathom what would happen next – the forest was aflame, people were wounded, and god help those who had managed to breathe in an infirmed vampires fumes. Sighing, she'd avert her attention onto the small congregation of people who were already making their way to shelter, hopefully to higher ground.

As one of the humans called out to the group, signalling them to follow, Amira wondered if that meant her too. Could she trust these people? What if it was a trap? These cynical thoughts troubled her greatly, especially since she was under extreme time constraints. In agitation, Amira would bite her bottom lip till it drew blood; she knew what she had to do now, and that was to follow them. After all, as far as the vampires were concerned, she was with them now whether she liked it or not. As she'd trek after the group, Amira would attempt to catch up with the ones that were flagging, the armor plated husk which shrouded arms now slowly shedding itself away to reveal soft, tanned skin. [color=9e0b0f]“Is everyone alright? How much further is this shelter you speak of?”[/color] Amira would holler out to them, hoping they wouldn't deter her away like so many others had done in the past.