Listen, I know being a Dominant can be a curse sometimes; you have to watch your emotions to not accidentally gut a loved one or torch your city in a fit of rage or somesuch, but come on, it's a responsibility. Once it's yours, there's no takebacksies. Not like there's a shelter out there that takes these in, and I want to see you try throwing a ball far enough that the hundred-feet tall hulking fiery dog monster won't be back with it before you even think of starting up the engine.
Alright, to be honest, I have absolutely no clue why I did this. I just couldn't sleep one night and apparently my brain decided to go prove I'm still mentally about twelve. I don't really remember the details, all I know is that I suddenly had a boxful of Ifrit in the morning and what do you do with that?
I mean, except giving him some Naughty Cat of the Week treatment...
Here's some bonus reasons to shame Ifrit:

I leave it up to you if by chicken I mean Phoenix or Garuda...



Clive's VA, Ben Starr, now owns this as a fridge magnet and I am honestly not sure what to do with that information.

Should be especially ashamed for this one.