And still the creature advanced, unaffected by the efforts of the towns' people. Fire? The monster scoffed at it! A single puffed out breath, extinguishing the paltry flames as if they had never existed. Who could possibly think that something as simple as fire could ever hurt one such as it! No, it would take something far more ingenious to stop it as it continued down the main avenue, stomping on the odd house and leaving destruction in its wake.

"Rwwwar," Amthy intoned dark brows furrowed and lil cheeks puffed outward as the just barely over five inch pixie plodded along in her best terrorizing lizard impersonation. Arms out stretched before her, fingers curled like claws, as she teeter-tottered side to side with each plodding step through the high grasses that framed the Forsaken Blades? club house. She was a veritable giant in the sometimes verdant, and often patchy, carpet that stretched out intermittently toward the wood.

Though, in actuality, she was much closer to the club house than any of the trees. In fact, she was right in the center of the mess that had been dubbed her "play room." A place that just so happened to be the Club house front yard. And the poor town? It was her tipped over tea set, which still included the cup Jewell broke when she had tripped over it. Really, it was that broken cup that made up the majority of the pixie's "destruction." She would have had a hard time pulling off her bit of fancy without it.

At the moment, she was not the sweet, delightfully wondrous pixie everyone knew and adored (or that's what her ego told her near constantly) but a rampaging machine of destruction. Unfortunately, this Rampaging Machine of Destruction's wings kept getting caught between blades of grass and pinned in a most unbecoming manner. Hardly fear inspiring!

Stumbling forward with a squawking yelp when gem-hued wings were finally pulled free, she wind milled her arms for balance even as she collided with a dense patch of grass. Mumbling and grumbling to under her breath, she pushed up just in time to spy in a butterfly. Attention immediately caught by the iridescent wings, Amthy squealed in delight before slapping her hands over her mouth.

Sure, she used to be able to speak butterfly, but that had been ages ago! And like all skills hardly used (which described most of Amthy's to a 'T') she floundered on how to even start. All that she knew was she wanted the pretty little thing for a pet, and she wanted it very very badly. How could she not when the wings complimented the startling color of her eyes? More than once she had thought they needed to invent a hue to describe them accurately. Perhaps just "Amthy green" would do? Wouldn't everyone just be, well, Amthy green with envy? She'd start a fad and soon everyone would simply have to have a color named after them, like Fayalki green and Dandelion Dey. She was, as she well knew, a trend setter.

But none of this was helping her to catch the butterfly.

Lantern-like eyes narrowing in thought, she crept up toward the fluttery creature with all the stealth she could manage. The distinct jingle-jang of silver fae bells sounded with the first tiptoe. Not exactly the makings of a ninja just yet, but she could work on that. Her prey fanned and flitted from the top of one rose pink porcelain cup to the next; taunting her with its proximity.

Amthy could catch it. She knew she could. All she needed was a plan. A really super-duper good one. One hopefully so easy even /she/ could pull it off without a hitch.

Head tilting side to side, Amthy eyeballed her soon to be pet butterfly. No matter how much closer she came to it, the little critter just darted nonchalantly out of the way. With her nose scrunched up in frustration, she turned her thoughts back to plans, and away from just grabbing the bundle of wings outright.

She'd already decided what she was going to name it, too. Oh, she didn't care about what gender the butterfly was, it was going to be called Algernon. A name she had been happily plastering to near everything as of late. It was a good solid name, in her opinion, and not nearly enough things were named it for her to be completely happy with the situation.

So deep the pixie was in her contemplation of Algernon, the butterfly, that she hadn't noticed the trickle of water that turned to a torrent as it gushed through the patchy grass she played in. She did, however, notice it when the initial tsunami knocked her over and washed her down "stream." a little ways. Her high pitched squawk turned to a gurgle as she was pulled under. Thrashing about she just managed to latch onto the handle of one of her over turned pink tea cups. Though it took all her strength, the water logged pixie managed to lift her head from the flow, even as the rest of her was battered about by the rushing water.

"Mah dressss," she wailed completely stricken by the knowledge that her brand new outfit in tangerine and eye-popping pink was completely, irrevocably, ruined. As if to torment her, Algernon took the chance to flit down on the tea cup bottom close enough to touch. Close enough to grab. "So meeean!" Amthy cried out as a wave washed over the top of the tea cup, driving the butterfly away completely.