Quote:Suddenly, blue-white shimmering arrows are flying towards Faerhorál , coming from three directions around the clearing, arrow after arrow, icicle after icicle is hitting and penetrating the Lord of Fire. However, not for long, and then the unimaginable happens, Faerhorál transforms, he stays no longer in the form of the gone Furchego, but shows his true form - or one of his true forms, the most terrific one:A ray of fire is emerging his head, downward curved horns are framing a face which is not more than fiery red eyes and a mouth of melting metal. Huge wings with the colour of fresh blood just dried fill the clearing suddenly. The upper body seems to consist of black armour, full of hooks and spikes, though this is no armour, but the demon itself. No lower part is seen, for now the ground has opened and the demon is hovering in a blaze of fire.
***Astropic of the day***"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"