Hurricane of Mexico believed in magic. How could a hand chosen guard of the Arcus Irae NOT believe in magic? However, despite being surrounded by wolves of color and tempests with glowing eyes, Hurricane had never himself experienced magic. He knew it was there, he knew it was real, but it had never affected him. Never changed his life, Losa had changed his life, not her magic. So when Hurricane of Mexico felt a tingle within him, he was confused. Lifting his massive cranium from Losa's cotton candy pelt, the brute yawned and shook his head, blinking slowly. The tingle moved through his whole body, urging him upward, forward. The massive midnight titan refused, fighting the feeling that surged through his whole body, unwilling to get up from the warm cocoon where he was nestled with Losa.
Finally, however, the tingle turned to flame, which burned brightly within him, hot and persistent. Hurricane of Mexico could no longer refuse the pull within him and he rose slowly, joints popping, skin stretching, thin over bone Hurricane of Mexico was in no condition to travel any sort of distance, but he marched off, bravely toward the direction the flame pulled him.
It took Hurricane of Mexico days of travel to get to Fir Chilis, a land of trees and forest and dense shrubbery. Hurricane of Mexico is undernourished and under rested as he stumbles through the land of Blossom Forest. However, as soon as the massive titan broke through the tree line, a massive explosion and a beam of light breaks through his line of sight, the burning within him intensifies as the titan collapses to the grounds, colors spinning as the ground trembles below him. Colors fade to black, as the burning in his chest becomes so strong, he can not bear it.....
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