[AW] threnody

[Maxence]

Blessed are they who stand before The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter. Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just. It took moments, minutes even to return to his normal self, and though his ears still rang and his vision hardly functioning the commander still breathed. The oxygen was blessed and filled with gratitude, the kind he thought he would not be breathing.  Vision returning with each blink, hearing returning over the underlaying ring of trauma, Maxence craned his neck over his upturned body and attempted to free his own wings from under those of the slumped, dead beast. Already he was drenched in blood; totally awash with victory. The white in his hide had changed to a stained mixture of sand, dirt, sweat and plasma, and the foam in his pits only adding to the charm. Looking to those who shared his victory, turning his nose first over Leviathan, Bexley, Torstein and Inkheart he felt his sprained wings and aching bones wish to join them for the hideous walk home, but still he lay dizzy and dumbfounded on the slab. They had fought so bravely it almost caused him to stop in admiration, though they would know well by now that sentimentality was beyond him.  Seraphina whispered something from afar, drawing his eyes of a tempest toward her own. What she spoke was something he could not make out in the head of the moment, still plucking his wings from under the corpse and rolling over onto his side. What she said would be a question etched into his mind for the weeks to come, but it was her tactical advice he sought the most. It was as Avdotya approached that he found himself grounded and in the present finally. Perhaps it was her electrifying stare or her dominating demenor that did it, but at last Maxence felt the strength to stand. Watching as she plucked her spear from the fresh cavity in the beast's skull, only to whipe it upon his own sweat-sheened skin, Maxence silently flicked his gaze from the bloody dribble upon his hide to the woman who perhaps subconsciously he had sought to impress, but also initially had sought to follow. If Maxence had a choice he would chose Avdotya to lead them, but clearly it was not solis's will. She was another who's advice and support would prove invaluable. The rays of Solis himself left Maxence as an outlined shadow, blood slinking off his gilded hide in dirty drops as he lurched toward the light. Unfolding his wings, stretching over each bruise and ruffled feather Maxence rose into the sun, a hoof stood upon the carcass of the Teryr as he stood in the rays of his first sunset as the sovereign of Solterra. THE TERYR IS DEAD THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THE PLOT! THIS WAS SO FUN! this concludes our teryr hunt :D

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