He gazed at their beauty a moment longer before tracing his eyes back to Morgra's warm amber visionaries. "Morgra, my dear friend, I do not even know myself how I can be as poised as this..." He puzzled himself. He seldom thought about anything. He was numb inside, because of his past. "I hate being like that..." Morgra's' sad eyes narrowed. She hated seeing the varg suffer. As she used to make them suffer. The evil had almost faded out of her. Only a shadow follows her now. A shadow of torment and despair. She mournfully placed a paw on his. And gazed into his orbs. She felt a painful devotion stirring inside her. All she could say was
"That's the past." She forgave him. He looked at her in slight disbelief. He felt a throbbing pain in him and he desperately wanted to tell her something. But of course nobody would want him. Especially not someone as magnificent as Morgra. He sighed and nuzzled her cheek fondly. All he could manage to say before his velvet voice broke off was... "Yes....it is". He placed his other paw over hers. He felt the friction between them as their paws pressed together and smiled a little. His second paw sent a warm shiver down her spine. It made her hackles stand up and strange adrenaline immense. It was silent for a while between the two as they desperately stared for answers. Morgra watched the past in his eyes. His memories flicker just as hers' did. She too had an urge to say something. Not along the sentence, but far out of the question. A devoted promise. She sighed and parted her soft maw to speak, only to pause and think again. "Morgra.... I have to tell you something... which might make you run away from me... Like the others did.... But I trust you enough to tell you...."
Inferno took away his two paws and let purple flames crackle around them, fizzling into mere sparks at his elbows and starting again in a thrust of static at the tips of his claws once more.
"I'm not a mortal wolf.... More of.... a demon, I'd say..... I'm a spirit... The spirit and protector of fire and all it holds...."
He struggled to explain. He decided to morph into an inferno of flames. He was crimson red all around, the brown fur recoiling into him, and real fire singing the tips. His eyes turned a blood-curdling black throughout the whole slit of his eyeball. He sighed and let flames erupt around him, in a large circle. He lifted from the floor as hard, bony wings sprouted from his back and widened out. He looked even fiercer than a Phoenix would. Morgra was inarticulate. She did back away slightly, as the flames were too hot for her even though the vast winter stung her, the fire was too much to bear. The pyre that embraced the varg, well daemon was flecked. Morgra's eyes had opened wide. Her back leaned away and she cried. She started to shake her head. And turned around, she began to walk away but looked back at the fire. She devoted him too much. Instead, for safer bounds she stayed a few yards away. Though the fire caused a blaring sound Morgra spoke;
"It is not something I can fear. Tor and Fenris have made those rare. Which, luckily enough, you are one." She wrinkled her nose as the fire spat. "Yet, have you ever been mortal?" His eyes were unblinking, knowing that Morgra so desperately wanted to leave him. He let his head fall back and a howl calmly chorused through his lungs and out his maw. Slowly but surely, he calmed, and soon enough, he was normal again, just the sparks of his inferno form left behind him as he weakly fell to the floor, startled at how much was taken out of him.
"I....yeah...S' pose..."
He glanced up at her as she spoke the words "mortal." It had been so long since he'd been one that the words stung. But he answered all the same.
"Yes....once....I was....a normal wolf... but a mage named Phalin....came and ruined that...now...I'm immortal....disgusting....inhuman...a mistake...." Morgra nodded slightly. She felt a desperate pang of guilt and sorrow for the ... soul. Broken and disturbed. When she saw that Inferno was himself again she rejoined him at his side. Placing a paw on his shoulder, it stung her pad slightly from the fire. She reacted sharply, but they placed it down again.
"I'm so sorry," Inferno sighed. He backed away from Morgra when he scorched her and plunged into the river. He arose after a moment, all signs of fire gone from him. Morgra stared at the ground.
"Sometimes the past is like living in hell. You would love to throw Wolfbane itself into lava. I too have lived in a shadow or torture."
Morgra closed her eyes and sighed. "Inferno, do try and forget. I try not remember my past, but at times it washed back to me. I try and get a closer varg to distract me."
Morgra walked towards Inferno again staring into his orbs.