R.A.W.R. (P.Blog #5)

It exhaled after the first half of the forest was put into flames. It is holding back all it can not to burn down the other half. It inhales and exhales over and over again until there's an opening space between the tree tops in which fire could do no harm to the branches, whilst it launches into the sky. It's had more than enough. Almost no sense to hold it in any longer. Taking things out on the air is nothing near good enough. It proceeds towards the towns, towards the people. It torches the hearts of others in an attempt to mend it's own with the ashes. This makes sense to it due the lack of care it thought others had. Now, others' help hurts, their sympathy is sick, and their pity is overtaken by it's plumes of isolated pride. The torching has just begun, the ashes proving dissatisfying and were not as good as it thought they would be. The forest and all the inhabitants have been wiped out. Knowing later in time it'd have nothing left to burn, the beast shed it's first tear as it sizzled on the molten rock before him. This wasn't what he wanted anymore. To feel angry and hurt knowing that it denied the trust of others, it sits in its active volcano as the last of its kind, waiting for the place to blow. These types of flames when lashed out uncontrollably are only meant to destroy, spread and corrupt. Although when placed as the centered and controlled source (The sun, center of the earth) fire's only result is energy and life.