05-15-2019, 03:18 PM
Ophanim
He watches as the queen throws her shield over half of Tephra, observes as it weakens and allows his fire to cloak her. Ophanim can smell her skin burning but he feels no victory as he watches her burn along with her home. Behind him, he can hear Wolfbane clashing with Jakub and he feels his breath shudder from his lungs as the adrenaline makes his legs tremble. Fight or flight? He turns his head to watch the blanket of shadows darken the kingdom, ushering in the little monsters with their gleaming eyes. The angel boy decides he doesn’t care much for Litotes’ creations but he doesn’t do anything about them.
For a moment, he watches the ivory dragon burst through the canopy and into the air to tangle with Castile. He considers taking flight once more, even spreads his wings and takes a step forward until the clouds gather overhead. He isn’t a strong enough flyer to navigate himself in a storm like this, he thinks with bitter disappointment until a stranger comes running into the fray. He can barely hear her over the thunder and the rain but he sees the way she positions herself near the floating magician. Her eyes are trained on Castile in the sky and so he tucks his wings, then he begins to run.
With the fires put out and the clouds snuffing out any starlight, only the occasional lightning strike illuminates his ink black body. The sound of his hooves is hushed by the torrential downpour over them but he manages not to slip in the mud by stepping only in the grassier areas. Ophanim doesn’t bother to slow down from a full gallop as he spreads his jaws wide, sharp teeth gleaming as he aims his bite for her throat. Her barking orders are nothing but yelps from a dying breed. She is only a dog to be put down, to him.
Whether he manages to sink his teeth into her or not, his movement is quick before he leaps back, massive wings beating to hurry him away from his target in case she wanted to kick at him.
“Kneel or you will be made to kneel,” he commands above the rain and thunder, wings still splayed out in a display of his strength. His black scales shine silver as a bolt of lightning illuminates him. Ophanim eyes her legs, imagining them snapping in his jaws as he waits for her to surrender. Would he be able to stop if he attacked her again? Would he want to devour her whole? His new hunger sends a shiver up his spine as he licks his teeth.
For a moment, he watches the ivory dragon burst through the canopy and into the air to tangle with Castile. He considers taking flight once more, even spreads his wings and takes a step forward until the clouds gather overhead. He isn’t a strong enough flyer to navigate himself in a storm like this, he thinks with bitter disappointment until a stranger comes running into the fray. He can barely hear her over the thunder and the rain but he sees the way she positions herself near the floating magician. Her eyes are trained on Castile in the sky and so he tucks his wings, then he begins to run.
With the fires put out and the clouds snuffing out any starlight, only the occasional lightning strike illuminates his ink black body. The sound of his hooves is hushed by the torrential downpour over them but he manages not to slip in the mud by stepping only in the grassier areas. Ophanim doesn’t bother to slow down from a full gallop as he spreads his jaws wide, sharp teeth gleaming as he aims his bite for her throat. Her barking orders are nothing but yelps from a dying breed. She is only a dog to be put down, to him.
Whether he manages to sink his teeth into her or not, his movement is quick before he leaps back, massive wings beating to hurry him away from his target in case she wanted to kick at him.
“Kneel or you will be made to kneel,” he commands above the rain and thunder, wings still splayed out in a display of his strength. His black scales shine silver as a bolt of lightning illuminates him. Ophanim eyes her legs, imagining them snapping in his jaws as he waits for her to surrender. Would he be able to stop if he attacked her again? Would he want to devour her whole? His new hunger sends a shiver up his spine as he licks his teeth.