Ruan
He sensed the change, the darkness. His nostrils flared and piercing blue eyes whipped around toward the Forest, toward the enemy. The demon that had torn his wings from his body and placed them on himself.
He wouldn't dare come here.
There was a spark and a zip of magic, and his wings of ice came to glittering life as he launched himself forward. He didn't call out, didn't look to see if his children were clear of the site, didn't seek any aid. All he felt was the frozen darkness that had settled into his heart ever since the day his blood soaked into the forest floor and his screams shook the trees. He growled low in his chest. His heart raced, but was steady. Steady.
A display of stained fangs greeted him when he first laid eyes on the beast. It wasn't the demon, but it was as though his cruel aura still hung over the bear and gripped him in his wicked vise. They always did his bidding.
He tore through their Taiga on heavy hooves, heedless of stealth. The frosted wings at his sides pumped the air, propelling him forward, then crashed together over his head without breaking stride. White dust shattered over him like shards of glass, sticking to his coat then solidifying and growing into a thick armor of ice. Large spikes lengthened out from his breast and shoulders, aiming forward as an array of lances. Hard, glacial eyes remained locked on the threat.
He would expel this demon's minion from their home.
And then he'd find the bastard and kill him.
He wouldn't dare come here.
There was a spark and a zip of magic, and his wings of ice came to glittering life as he launched himself forward. He didn't call out, didn't look to see if his children were clear of the site, didn't seek any aid. All he felt was the frozen darkness that had settled into his heart ever since the day his blood soaked into the forest floor and his screams shook the trees. He growled low in his chest. His heart raced, but was steady. Steady.
A display of stained fangs greeted him when he first laid eyes on the beast. It wasn't the demon, but it was as though his cruel aura still hung over the bear and gripped him in his wicked vise. They always did his bidding.
He tore through their Taiga on heavy hooves, heedless of stealth. The frosted wings at his sides pumped the air, propelling him forward, then crashed together over his head without breaking stride. White dust shattered over him like shards of glass, sticking to his coat then solidifying and growing into a thick armor of ice. Large spikes lengthened out from his breast and shoulders, aiming forward as an array of lances. Hard, glacial eyes remained locked on the threat.
He would expel this demon's minion from their home.
And then he'd find the bastard and kill him.
