An elder teryr, eh?
As far as Seraphina was concerned, this was hardly unexpected or out-of-the-ordinary – not necessarily hunting a Teryr for what was, objectively, sport (they generally only hunted ones that had made themselves a menace), but deciding a leader by combat was hardy unheard of in the Day Court. They were a people that prided themselves on their military strength, after all, and though she had to internally debate the wisdom of placing an individual in power on strict basis of their brute force, Seraphina did not argue with tradition or law. Today they would decide upon a Sovereign, and, by extension, determine the character of the court for the length of their reign. If she should be expected to feel the weight of history bearing down upon her, she felt nothing at all, save for the sharp prick of the heat that was only just beginning to rise with the dawn – it cast everything in sharp hues of blush pink and starry violet, obscuring the violent reds and oranges she expected from the Day. She wove her way through the Elatus briskly, tracing down familiar pathways and lingering in the shadows as much as possible. (For once, her sleek silver coat was unmarred by the mess of sweat and sand that usually clung to it like a cape. She seemed strangely neat.) It did not take her long to find Maxence, stiff and solitary among the monstrous canyon walls. It seemed (rather disconcertingly) that none of the others had arrived yet.
She cleared her throat on her approach, not seeking to startle the other warrior. “Solis willing, with our numbers, we’ll likely end up with a few broken bones at the worst,” She said, casting her gaze to the canyon behind her, “…assuming that the others show.” Seraphina had only fought a Teryr once – it had taken several of the Court’s most experienced warriors to take the beast down, and she still shuddered to think of all the damage it had caused in the process. She had no interest in leading the Court and had only really arrived to provide her assistance during the hunt; it didn’t seem as though the election would be much of a contest at this rate. She felt something akin to a prick of pity as she turned her mismatched gaze on Maxence, considering that it was entirely possible he’d never seen a Teryr, much less fought one – she imagined that would be the case with most of the Court, and, a bit awkwardly, decided that in spite of her own relative inexperience at Teryr-hunting, she could offer a few words of wisdom. “Your wings will be an advantage, if you can outmaneuver it in flight or get it grounded...it’s a dangerous game to play, though. The teryr will likely be larger than any of us, and you are the only one with wings if it decides to fly. It is smart to go for the neck, to try and snap it– if we can pin it down or break its wings, that will likely be the easiest way to dispose of it. They are clumsy on the ground, but they have long reach, and their bites…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “They strike fast. So long as we have the numbers, though, we should be able to keep it distracted.” Seraphina glanced over her shoulder again, braids thumping softly against her neck.
“Solis keep watch over you, Maxence. I cannot say I envy your position.” It did not seem as though the stallion had intentionally wandered into the position of impromptu leader – and the favored candidate for the next sovereign of the Court, from her observations – and the Teryr was a dangerous creature to face unprepared. Seraphina took her place in the canyon, eyes cast to the skies, and prepared to wait.
this is exciting <3As far as Seraphina was concerned, this was hardly unexpected or out-of-the-ordinary – not necessarily hunting a Teryr for what was, objectively, sport (they generally only hunted ones that had made themselves a menace), but deciding a leader by combat was hardy unheard of in the Day Court. They were a people that prided themselves on their military strength, after all, and though she had to internally debate the wisdom of placing an individual in power on strict basis of their brute force, Seraphina did not argue with tradition or law. Today they would decide upon a Sovereign, and, by extension, determine the character of the court for the length of their reign. If she should be expected to feel the weight of history bearing down upon her, she felt nothing at all, save for the sharp prick of the heat that was only just beginning to rise with the dawn – it cast everything in sharp hues of blush pink and starry violet, obscuring the violent reds and oranges she expected from the Day. She wove her way through the Elatus briskly, tracing down familiar pathways and lingering in the shadows as much as possible. (For once, her sleek silver coat was unmarred by the mess of sweat and sand that usually clung to it like a cape. She seemed strangely neat.) It did not take her long to find Maxence, stiff and solitary among the monstrous canyon walls. It seemed (rather disconcertingly) that none of the others had arrived yet.
She cleared her throat on her approach, not seeking to startle the other warrior. “Solis willing, with our numbers, we’ll likely end up with a few broken bones at the worst,” She said, casting her gaze to the canyon behind her, “…assuming that the others show.” Seraphina had only fought a Teryr once – it had taken several of the Court’s most experienced warriors to take the beast down, and she still shuddered to think of all the damage it had caused in the process. She had no interest in leading the Court and had only really arrived to provide her assistance during the hunt; it didn’t seem as though the election would be much of a contest at this rate. She felt something akin to a prick of pity as she turned her mismatched gaze on Maxence, considering that it was entirely possible he’d never seen a Teryr, much less fought one – she imagined that would be the case with most of the Court, and, a bit awkwardly, decided that in spite of her own relative inexperience at Teryr-hunting, she could offer a few words of wisdom. “Your wings will be an advantage, if you can outmaneuver it in flight or get it grounded...it’s a dangerous game to play, though. The teryr will likely be larger than any of us, and you are the only one with wings if it decides to fly. It is smart to go for the neck, to try and snap it– if we can pin it down or break its wings, that will likely be the easiest way to dispose of it. They are clumsy on the ground, but they have long reach, and their bites…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “They strike fast. So long as we have the numbers, though, we should be able to keep it distracted.” Seraphina glanced over her shoulder again, braids thumping softly against her neck.
“Solis keep watch over you, Maxence. I cannot say I envy your position.” It did not seem as though the stallion had intentionally wandered into the position of impromptu leader – and the favored candidate for the next sovereign of the Court, from her observations – and the Teryr was a dangerous creature to face unprepared. Seraphina took her place in the canyon, eyes cast to the skies, and prepared to wait.
I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
