veer
It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.
But you understand, don’t you?
But you understand, don’t you?
N
ews travels fast in Solterra. It travels faster still for Veer and Najjad who fly in lazy looping circles over the crowd. It's chaos and gore and Veer's blood-lust trembles in heart and tells him to dive and dive quickly. Veer trembles with the effort to takes to restrain himself. The gryphon and the noble fly closely together, wings almost brushing over and over again. They fly and they never have to look at each other for their bond is full of wealth with nothing of poison in it.
Najjad loops lower to look a the beast that's part cockerel and part hideous. The latter he adds cruelly in the silent bond between them. Veer laughs and he's happy that for now the noise of the crowd swallows the sound.
He's not ready to join the crowd yet. There are still things to learn from high above: like the smear of blood on white skin and the wrap of blue fabric around the eyes of the beast. All these things should worry him, should make him do anything but smile bright as the moon. It was getting boring in Solterra and he can't help but rejoice in the battle-ready thrill that's electrifying every inch of him.
Najjad however can feel a shiver of worry in him. He recognizes the basilisk as one hybrid monster recognizes another. Every rumble of fury that the beast makes echoes in him, and his own beak clenches hard enough to sting. His talons kneed the air and the gryphon wishes it was eyeballs between his claws instead of wind. Do not land in the crowd, Najjad warns.
I wasn't planning on it. Veer scolds. When has he ever joined a crowd in which he was not the center of attention? The idea alone is appalling.
When the monster caws, Najjad answers and both of them start to descend like dark stars falling.
They land on the roof of the keep. Veer spreads out his wings wide, like a black cloud and he wishes that the sun would shift just enough that his shadow might swallow up the crowd below. Hie eyes pick out Elif and deep inside him something like caution starts to eat away at him.
The girl is not the ghost's to take.
“Well,” Veer lets his voice carry out like a golden bugle call, he smiles and looks down with laughter sparking in his eyes like a storm. He doesn't care about the dead queen and he's too brazen to walk away like others have already. Maybe there should be fear in him, but there isn't. “Kneeling might be a problem” He dips a wing in a a mockery of a bow but his knees do not bend, they are steel and unforgiving.
At his side Najjad digs at the stone and leans over the edge. His wings seem as golden as Veer's seem black. And together they make a better sight than the pale, bloody stallion and his horrendous beast.
@ | "speaks" | notes: <3
