Flames of Passion

Hey, you. Yes, you. Send me anons. Make it about whatever you want. Just send one.

Send “Rumour has it...” and a rumour about my muse in my ask!

He stood in a lobby of sandstone, looking at a poster that was put up. A tag team tournament was up for grabs, and the hooded figure was told to join it, but he needed a partner. But where could he get a last minute partner?

He nods, and when they come through to the other side, they see an empty arena, and an obstacle course of barrels. “Alright kiddies, you must destroy all the barrels in the time limit given or you can’t enter! You have 40 seconds, tell me when you are ready.”

She examined the field before her closely. After hearing the satyr's explanation of the admission challenge, she couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be too easy. Turning to her partner, she just winked, before raising her hand. Within a second, fire was dancing on the end of her fingertips.