[ At first just angry. She has been angry for days, that much is not so surprising, but it raises an octave, becomes piercing and more difficult to ignore. Then she is fighting, obvious from the heartbeat of thud-thud-thud-thud-thud, her body buffeted, her swings in kind. Anger rising, painful to be in contact with, like touching a live wire.
But then something changes. An inhaled breath, a moment's tense silence-- until she is on fire. There are flames on her skin, the heat of it blossoms across her breastbone, and everything recognizable that is Ilde goes dark. Replaced with screaming, and the laughing murmurs of a deep masculine voice. Perhaps the screaming is hers? It doesn't sound like a human noise. ]
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But then something changes. An inhaled breath, a moment's tense silence-- until she is on fire. There are flames on her skin, the heat of it blossoms across her breastbone, and everything recognizable that is Ilde goes dark. Replaced with screaming, and the laughing murmurs of a deep masculine voice. Perhaps the screaming is hers? It doesn't sound like a human noise. ]