PHAEDRUS
His enormous black wings hail a banner of blue when he hears the cry for war. Watching as his brothers enter the fray he keeps to the air looking at the dragons as they circle in the sky setting ablaze a great many trees. Well at least they were on his side… or he thinks so. Most likely after all they didn’t seem to be attacking any of the Dalian’s.
Then it hits him. Searching through the specks of blood and gore as they battle below him he looks for the healers. Healers that were not on his side. A few shadow wolves alert him to one that is standing alone. Scrutinizing this fact he looks around to see if any are attacking him. When he sees that there are none. The stag turns his wings to plummet him directly to the other. His body stretching and yawning out in length every second he is in the air his body becomes longer and more pliable.
Finally what he hopes will be a surprise he snakes out his neck wrapping it around the others neck as he begins to tangle his body with the other stallions. A deep growl escapes his almost collapsed throat. That was not a smart move. He knew who Joscelin is. And he knows that even if this is the only thing he can do, maybe it is enough that the stallions magic would flicker and Weir would have an opening to attack the Valley king. Just as he is feeling proud of himself his eyes snap to alert, the adrenaline running through his body.
Then it hits him. Searching through the specks of blood and gore as they battle below him he looks for the healers. Healers that were not on his side. A few shadow wolves alert him to one that is standing alone. Scrutinizing this fact he looks around to see if any are attacking him. When he sees that there are none. The stag turns his wings to plummet him directly to the other. His body stretching and yawning out in length every second he is in the air his body becomes longer and more pliable.
Finally what he hopes will be a surprise he snakes out his neck wrapping it around the others neck as he begins to tangle his body with the other stallions. A deep growl escapes his almost collapsed throat. That was not a smart move. He knew who Joscelin is. And he knows that even if this is the only thing he can do, maybe it is enough that the stallions magic would flicker and Weir would have an opening to attack the Valley king. Just as he is feeling proud of himself his eyes snap to alert, the adrenaline running through his body.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must
OOC: This attack is against Rhonan as rhonan is trying to protect Demian.