User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171106221206/@comment-28358106-20171109211739

Imperia goes to stoke the fire, the iron poker moving through the coals. She rolls a log further over the grate when there is a small rushing sound, and a diminutive fireball whips past her and into the fireplace, its red flame splashing everything inside to a full-bodied fire. It crackles merrily, its tongues moving in a different way than normal flame, its slightly reddish tint drenched in Demonic Energy.

"The Undead become cold so easily, yes..."

Impera feels a presence looming. She turns. Partha is on the far couch and is curled into a ball, sleeping with a purr and a full belly. Tirush has risen from her seat and is closer, the back of her huge, taloned hand across her mouth. She slowly wipes the rivulets of liquid flame from her lips as it runs down her chin and drips onto the floor where it hisses and flickers, but burns nothing.

"There are ways of finding The Fire."

She has closed the distance between herself and Imperia, and is now directly in front of her, Imperia's eyes level with her breasts. The Vampiress can hear the Copper Wyvern's heart pounding, fierce and free.

Suddenly Tirush places a hand on the hearth beside Imperia, her wing radiating a heat that no fire can compare. She leans closer.

"What would you do, then?  What would you do, if you felt it in you, the Fire you seek so badly?  You take a living man's blood, and that fills you, for a time.  But do you fear finding a greater thing than this?  The Flame of pure life..."

Her speech causes tongues of red flame to lick out, coming close to Imperia's face as she leans, like bright kisses.