[Center][color=ed1c24][h2]Fujiwara no Mokou[/h2]
Level 6
0/60 EXP

Location: Frozen Highlands - Krat Zoo
Wordcount: 815 (+2 EXP)[/color][/Center]

The abandoned zoo was a death trap. That much was a certainty from those that had chosen to go near it, and thus it was an oddity for any single figure to approach it on their own. And yet despite that, there was one individual who chose to do exactly that, their white hair blending in with the snow that covered the ground around them as they walked through the zoo without a single care for the threats that awaited inside. For Mokou, this was simply another run of the mill job of hers. In the days… No, months that she had been wandering, she had come across a handful of dangerous creatures of all varieties. None of which had truly managed to scare her… After all, they only posed a threat to something that could die. As such, when she came across a group of travelers that had begged her to help some vikings that were requesting help from within the zoo, she had taken it in stride. It was her self proclaimed duty, and at the very least, it might have alleviated her boredom.

Unfortunately for her, the exciting trip to the zoo had, at the moment, lead to her being rather let down. At first she was intrigued by the various smaller, mutated creatures that attacked her leading up to the compound, but even outnumbered they posed little threat. As it turned out, a wave of fire was more than sufficient to handle a pack of wolves surrounding her. In truth, by the time she had made it inside the zoo, she was more focused on the remnants of what once was than the dangers that lurked within.

[color=ed1c24]“Yo! Vikings! Anyone around here?”[/color] Mokou called out, a hand in her pocket as she made her way across the snow covered boardwalk, her white hair blurring together with the white ground. For each step she took, a small patch of snow melted beneath her shoes, remnants of the fire sorcery she had been employing. Her tone indicated boredom, an uncaring call to anyone that could hear regardless of the danger such an act would provide. Of course, her voice was heard, but not by those she was calling for. As she walked across the boardwalk, her steps came to a halt as she surveyed the scene ahead of her… And specifically at the two mutated beasts that had jumped onto the walkway to confront her. Despite their horrific changes, Mokou could barely make them out to be a pair of kangaroos, with tangled horns and exposed stomachs. It was a minor note, but it at least told her what to expect from them… Right before one of them curled into a ball and launched itself at her, the other following along with murderous intent in their hops. 

Without wasting a beat, Mokou’s eyes narrowed, before she suddenly leapt into the air, smoothly cartwheeling over the rolling kangaroo, her free hand outstretched towards the beast beneath her, and with a snap, a stream of fire erupted forth, enveloping the kangaroo as they screeched in pain, tumbling out of their roll in a panic as flames engulfed their body. With the first handled, Mokou landed on the floor, turning around to meet the second kangaroo and quickly bending backwards as the beast’s tail flew overhead. A small breath escapes Mokou’s lips as her free hand touches the ground beneath her, before she suddenly twists her body around, launching a spinning kick at the kangaroo’s head, a trail of fire following her foot.

In the same motion, Mokou pushed herself off the ground, flipping herself in the air and pointing her free hand directly in front of the kangaroo’s face as they recovered, her fingers already positioned to snap. And as before, a stream of fire erupted from her hand, this time concentrated directly into the beast’s head, completely incinerating it within moments. With that, Mokou finally lands back on her feet, her second hand still in her pocket as she turns to face the other kangaroo that had managed to scramble to its feet, its fur singed from her fire. Yet it barely managed to turn around before Mokou made a small motion, a ring of fire forming beneath them before, after a moment, erupting into a column of flames, a horrific howl emanating from the flames before it quickly became quiet, the column dispersing to reveal nothing but ash.

Mokou looked back at the burnt circle for only a few seconds, before she turned back on her heel, continuing her walk as she brought her hand to her mouth to keep calling out to any vikings that may be around. If they didn’t hear her voice, then they must have at least seen the fire she had been creating. Such a thing would be hard to miss with the frozen backdrop of the place.