GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
His ego is overfed by the wealth of captives he’s taken from both the northern and southern kingdoms. When he flies, he hardly even looks over his shoulder to see if anyone follows or cares to notice him. They could track him by scent if they felt the need to bother. And he would let them. Ghaul makes no effort to disguise his shape or the claw prints he leaves wherever he goes. He screams into the storm and he dares it to answer. And thus far, it yields to him.
The summer sun reflects off his gold-colored scales as he rides the warm air currents back to the south. He delights in tormenting the kingdom of false idols, the ones who tried to keep Clarissa shut away from his love. And they had failed miserably in that endeavor as well. His heart warms at the thought of her as he tucks his wings to descend, talons extending with a practiced fluidity now. Gluttony had taught him well despite having only feathers to give her flight. He lands with a light thud and he greedily crosses their borders, his claws kicking up dirt behind him.
His head turns slowly as he surveys the area for anything of interest, scanning the outlines of the residents. He does not hear the creature swooping down on him until they are inches apart, and then he is dragged to the ground by the fangs clamping down on his wing. Ghaul shrieks and tries to rip the golden boy from his limb, but Ophanim is smaller and faster by far. He drops his body on top of that flapping wing and keeps his teeth gripped on it so the drake is pinned to the ground.
The prince of Pangea breathes his fire and gnashes his crooked fangs, but he cannot angle himself to get to that awful angel. And even if he could, Ophanim was clever enough to already armor himself with his own scales. His slow turning halo burns with a fury he has not known before now. The desire to kill is thick on his tongue and he eyes Ghaul’s throat as he waits uneasily for Starsin to unleash all that rage she has been building since Malone was taken from them.
Suddenly, he releases his bite and he kicks out with a hind leg right at the base of Ghaul’s wing. There is an awful popping sound that turns his stomach but he kicks again just to be sure, causing the monster to shriek once more. His thrashing grows more violent and he finally manages to roll so that Ophanim is flipped off of his now dislocated appendage. It hangs limp against his side and he turns to face the divine Loessian, horns glimmering and frothy drool dripping from his jaws.
He lunges, talons extended to catch the angel by his holy throat.
The summer sun reflects off his gold-colored scales as he rides the warm air currents back to the south. He delights in tormenting the kingdom of false idols, the ones who tried to keep Clarissa shut away from his love. And they had failed miserably in that endeavor as well. His heart warms at the thought of her as he tucks his wings to descend, talons extending with a practiced fluidity now. Gluttony had taught him well despite having only feathers to give her flight. He lands with a light thud and he greedily crosses their borders, his claws kicking up dirt behind him.
His head turns slowly as he surveys the area for anything of interest, scanning the outlines of the residents. He does not hear the creature swooping down on him until they are inches apart, and then he is dragged to the ground by the fangs clamping down on his wing. Ghaul shrieks and tries to rip the golden boy from his limb, but Ophanim is smaller and faster by far. He drops his body on top of that flapping wing and keeps his teeth gripped on it so the drake is pinned to the ground.
The prince of Pangea breathes his fire and gnashes his crooked fangs, but he cannot angle himself to get to that awful angel. And even if he could, Ophanim was clever enough to already armor himself with his own scales. His slow turning halo burns with a fury he has not known before now. The desire to kill is thick on his tongue and he eyes Ghaul’s throat as he waits uneasily for Starsin to unleash all that rage she has been building since Malone was taken from them.
Suddenly, he releases his bite and he kicks out with a hind leg right at the base of Ghaul’s wing. There is an awful popping sound that turns his stomach but he kicks again just to be sure, causing the monster to shriek once more. His thrashing grows more violent and he finally manages to roll so that Ophanim is flipped off of his now dislocated appendage. It hangs limp against his side and he turns to face the divine Loessian, horns glimmering and frothy drool dripping from his jaws.
He lunges, talons extended to catch the angel by his holy throat.