Lhachlith Volcano...a ridiculous-sounding name, but oh well. He wasn't here for how it sounded, he was here to see what the place was all about, to see what sort of things could be found here. And the fiery red-, bristly-furred foxboy wasn't by any means here alone.

Trailing him constantly on the trek through the mountains and up the volcano was his own faithful servant, a fire elemental that appeared as a tall, somewhat hunched muscle-bound human wreathed in red flames. Its hair was unruly and long, and seemed to be flame itself from the color, and the way it danced around from time to time, and it was wearing naught but a blazing loincloth, appearing black in all respects beneath the constant flames. On both sides of its forehead it bore a dark gray horn, pointed straight out ahead of it. And it was nearly invulnerable to physical attack...the only thing that could really hurt it was water and intense cold, of which neither could be found here.

The fox-boy himself, Darkfire, was only wearing black, strapped boots and dark blue pants. He walked with his hands ever shoved inside his pockets, rarely taking them out unless he had a decent reason to. He didn't even seem to be actually armed, which could give a wrong impression about him...true, he didn't like to fight, but he did enjoy torture and killing, and wouldn't hesitate to destroy anything or anyone that stood in his way.