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Draw your character eating the fire. (waist up full color with background, and dynamic angle of your choice...)

Write one to two paragraphs (at least ten sentences) of how they felt during and after eating the fire.

He could feel his heart jump to his throat as he stared down the flame. It flickered and gave a soft roar as it sat there, dancing in the soft wind of the forest. What was he doing, why had he said yes to this? Simply put, so he could go home. So that he could protect himself and those that he cared for while he was in this hell hole. But if you don't overcome your own fears, how can you ever hope to help those that will need you most. Bringing it down slowly, it touches his lips slightly, burning the edge just a bit as he jerks his hand back. He mutters a low "fuck-" and a hiss of pain escapes his lips, but he wasn't about to give up. He has to do this. He needs to be stronger.

Straightening back out and licking his lips over the fresh wound without looking over to Hitori, the smell of burnt flesh fresh to his nostrils. He bends his arm once more, taking delicate care to not move his wrist before lowering the flame into his mouth, just as the other had showed him. He could feel the heat entering him, the ball of flame warming his insides. Hopefully, there would be no more living in fear. No more wondering if he'd see his family again. He was going to get out of his hell hole, or he was going to burn the motherfucker down.

Description

Draw your character eating the fire. (waist up full color with background, and dynamic angle of your choice...)

Write one to two paragraphs (at least ten sentences) of how they felt during and after eating the fire.

He could feel his heart jump to his throat as he stared down the flame. It flickered and gave a soft roar as it sat there, dancing in the soft wind of the forest. What was he doing, why had he said yes to this? Simply put, so he could go home. So that he could protect himself and those that he cared for while he was in this hell hole. But if you don't overcome your own fears, how can you ever hope to help those that will need you most. Bringing it down slowly, it touches his lips slightly, burning the edge just a bit as he jerks his hand back. He mutters a low "fuck-" and a hiss of pain escapes his lips, but he wasn't about to give up. He has to do this. He needs to be stronger.

Straightening back out and licking his lips over the fresh wound without looking over to Hitori, the smell of burnt flesh fresh to his nostrils. He bends his arm once more, taking delicate care to not move his wrist before lowering the flame into his mouth, just as the other had showed him. He could feel the heat entering him, the ball of flame warming his insides. Hopefully, there would be no more living in fear. No more wondering if he'd see his family again. He was going to get out of his hell hole, or he was going to burn the motherfucker down.