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Solterran Enemy |
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The King, the dust settling around his beaten and scarred wings, perched with his offspring huddled closely at his haunches in the middle of the makeshift arena clearing. Massive beak gaped, intent eyes filled with tempered rage.. and for a moment, the great beast wondered if anyone would even consider answering his call. There was a dry staleness, a quiet, for a brief instance.
And then, like ants emerging from a burst nest, they swarmed. The beast's head jerked up in a swift moment, and in that sudden period of time, he realized that such an unplanned attack may not have been wise. First, the painted stallion who slew his Queen. Second, the unicorn with a glass horn, @Voltaire. Third, the white warrior @
It was almost overwhelming, intimidating. But as quickly as such a thought came, it was snuffed from his mind - HE WAS KING. And he would take what they took from him.
Massive wings heaved upwards in one foul, swooping motion, his head tilted up to regard the pegasus that flew above him and then landed before him. With a powerful gust that would easily knock back those anywhere close to his massive form, he was hefted into the air. Up, up, up.. cresting towards the sun until the unforgiving light enveloped him and shrouded him in daylight.
Outnumbered.. but while they were the ants, he was the poison that would take out the nest at it's most important point.
The massive beast swooped away from the Solterrans and other attackers, narrowly avoiding broken wings, slashed skin, and punctured organs. Two of his offspring sprung into the air as quickly as their father... but one hesitated a moment too long. The Solterrans surrounded the wee babe - the runt of the litter, no less - and within moments he was pummeled into nothing more than a heap of mangled carcass.
Tempered rage threatened to break through the tough leather hide of the King's skin... and with a bellowing shriek, the prehistoric beast dropped himself from the sky. Swooping closer and closer to the group, he singled out the one who he would direct all his rage towards... the painted pegasus, standing a little bit away from the crowd after the other Solterrans descended upon his offspring.
Massive beak parted, the terrible, eardrum-piercing shriek came as he neared... and in one swift movement, Maxence was clasped between the razor sharp edges of his beak. Wings heaved again, thrusting downwards and descending the massive prehistoric beast into the sky once more, his two remaining offspring hot on his heels as leathery membranes glided them off towards the bright beacon in the sky.
He had what he came for. That's all that matters.
When the Solterrans realize what has just taken place, an eerie silence will fall over the Day Court. The mangled carcass of the runt will be temporarily forgotten, and they will stare towards where the Elder Teryr went.. only one thought on their mind: What now?
And then, all attention will turn to the two remaining members of the Regime: @Avdotya, and @
The Elder Teryr king heaves himself back up into the air to narrowly avoid missing all of the Solterran's attacks. Two of his offspring follow suit, while the third (the runt) is pummeled by the Solterrans as they descend upon where the King used to be.
The Elder Teryr king goes high into the sky, using the blinding sun as a cover, and then drops suddenly back towards the Solterrans. While they pummeled the runt offspring, Maxence was farther away from the group than he should have been.. and the Teryr king came at him, beak open, to clasp him around his midsection.
With his prize wedged firmly between his serrated beak, the trio of Teryr's fly swiftly away from the clearing, taking Maxence, the Day Court Sovereign, with them.
At this time, it is unknown whether or not Maxence has survived the attack. Most will assume the worst, and presume he is dead. All attention will turn to @Avdotya, the remaining Regent, and @
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