05-16-2019, 01:11 PM
Ophanim
He turns his dark head when Sinner collides with him, making him stumble farther from Mary as the hellhound’s teeth test his scales. The gritting sound of the bites makes his teeth clench but he feels no pain in response to the assault. Ophanim inhales deep through his nose and lets a plume of fire bellow from his lips in the Sylvan queen’s direction. For now, he has forgotten how to be the soft and kind boy that loves Starsin and shies from his owner anger. He only knows that these two are annoyances, more kindling for his fires.
Just as he runs out of breath and begins to inhale more air, the diamond-coated dragon collides with him and knocks him to the ground. He snarls as he tumbles, rolling with the force of the impact. Mud coats his body as it returns to its true color and the armored scales peel back to reveal vulnerable flesh. The angel boy glows once more in the infinite night of their war, his slow burning halo orbiting his crown as he staggers up onto his trembling legs. But Casimira is faster to recover from their collision. She has his wing in her teeth before he can armor himself once more.
Then, he hears a loud snap and he’s blinded by the pain.
His wing slumps in her grip and he cries out in pain as she continues to snap her massive jaws at him. Ophanim stumbles back, suddenly fearful of his opponent, but she is relentless. Her fangs find his throat and puncture the source of his fire as easy as crushing a grape. His one unbroken wing flaps uselessly in an attempt to free himself from her but the damage is already done. Mud and blood coat his body as he limps behind a tree. Perhaps as a saving grace, Heartfire blinds them all and he collapses to the ground. His chest heaves for breath while his wings lay across the ground, useless. Only his glowing markings and halo keep him from camouflaging into the ground.
Just as he runs out of breath and begins to inhale more air, the diamond-coated dragon collides with him and knocks him to the ground. He snarls as he tumbles, rolling with the force of the impact. Mud coats his body as it returns to its true color and the armored scales peel back to reveal vulnerable flesh. The angel boy glows once more in the infinite night of their war, his slow burning halo orbiting his crown as he staggers up onto his trembling legs. But Casimira is faster to recover from their collision. She has his wing in her teeth before he can armor himself once more.
Then, he hears a loud snap and he’s blinded by the pain.
His wing slumps in her grip and he cries out in pain as she continues to snap her massive jaws at him. Ophanim stumbles back, suddenly fearful of his opponent, but she is relentless. Her fangs find his throat and puncture the source of his fire as easy as crushing a grape. His one unbroken wing flaps uselessly in an attempt to free himself from her but the damage is already done. Mud and blood coat his body as he limps behind a tree. Perhaps as a saving grace, Heartfire blinds them all and he collapses to the ground. His chest heaves for breath while his wings lay across the ground, useless. Only his glowing markings and halo keep him from camouflaging into the ground.