02-26-2020, 02:47 PM
Beryl barely hears the raging fires around her when she sets foot back onto the melting Isle, barely registers the lost cause that roars around her. This is her home. She snarls, scanning the smoke-dark sky with red, stinging, eyes for a distant dark shape arcing through the smoke and fanning the flames he has made.
Anger like this is new for her, and as she lost herself to fear and hopelessness once, now she does to fury. Tears are streaming from her eyes, but she sees him - so, so, distant, but she can feel the wicked, feral, grin on his reptilian lips.
There.
She leaps, and when she lands, the air is cold again - so cold - and her claws catch harmlessly on the dragon's dark scales. Spines rise up on either side of her the color of the flames below and though the acrid burn of the smoke is less here, it smells no less strongly, the whipping winds unable to purge the dragon of his brimstone scent. He moves and the young lion gasps, ducking down, clinging to the space between his wings where he cannot easily reach, but her shock is washed away when she sees the true extent of the destruction he has wrought below them.
She knows from Leilan that her claws and teeth can do nothing to his scales, but not every place is protected and even as he begins to shifts, noticing her sudden weight between his shoulderblades, she leaps for the more delicate skin of one gigantic, outstretched, wing, seeking to tear the thin membrane, one of the few places she might be able to draw the dragon's blood.
Blind him!
The Shadows rush to cover the dragon's eyes in darkness.
Anger like this is new for her, and as she lost herself to fear and hopelessness once, now she does to fury. Tears are streaming from her eyes, but she sees him - so, so, distant, but she can feel the wicked, feral, grin on his reptilian lips.
There.
She leaps, and when she lands, the air is cold again - so cold - and her claws catch harmlessly on the dragon's dark scales. Spines rise up on either side of her the color of the flames below and though the acrid burn of the smoke is less here, it smells no less strongly, the whipping winds unable to purge the dragon of his brimstone scent. He moves and the young lion gasps, ducking down, clinging to the space between his wings where he cannot easily reach, but her shock is washed away when she sees the true extent of the destruction he has wrought below them.
She knows from Leilan that her claws and teeth can do nothing to his scales, but not every place is protected and even as he begins to shifts, noticing her sudden weight between his shoulderblades, she leaps for the more delicate skin of one gigantic, outstretched, wing, seeking to tear the thin membrane, one of the few places she might be able to draw the dragon's blood.
Blind him!
The Shadows rush to cover the dragon's eyes in darkness.
Beryl
Litotes x Mehendi
@[Castile] A+ plan