Zaeren watched in horror as he watched her fly. HeHe didn't have any other real way to describe what he saw happen to her. A roar sprang to his lips as he jumped on the king. His fangs and claws ripping and tearing in a blind rage. He felt a sting along his side and warmth in his lips as he heard cries of pain and the sound of ripping. One fell and then the other and blood rushed to the ground as the King began to thrash under him more aggressively. He could feel the King clawing at him, the male's tail lashing out at anything around them. And then Zaeren pulled his head back from the male and from his jaw...
From his jaw hung the connective muscle of the King's wing. He had dewinged him. He could feel the King trying to hit him with magic but Zaeren was blocking magic. This would be a battle of strength and he knew this King was a coward. His eyes were cold, dark and ablaze with a unanswered rage.
His mind was silent. He wasn't letting Bri hear his thoughts at the moment because even he didn't want to hear them. His jaw opened and he dropped the second wing as he got off the King smirking... Playing with his food while blood dripped down his sides and legs.
Zaeren dared the male to hit Bri again.
From his jaw hung the connective muscle of the King's wing. He had dewinged him. He could feel the King trying to hit him with magic but Zaeren was blocking magic. This would be a battle of strength and he knew this King was a coward. His eyes were cold, dark and ablaze with a unanswered rage.
His mind was silent. He wasn't letting Bri hear his thoughts at the moment because even he didn't want to hear them. His jaw opened and he dropped the second wing as he got off the King smirking... Playing with his food while blood dripped down his sides and legs.
Zaeren dared the male to hit Bri again.
