He doesn't, at first, understand the chaos and the stench. He only heard the beast's scream and the slam of body on stone from the opposite side of the keep. The golden stallion's ears pinned back against his sleek skull, momentarily frozen for fear of this great unknown. Unblooded and gentle, it was not in his nature to turn to violence first for all that he had been raised in a land every bit as harsh as this one.
TO ARMS, SOLTERRA!
It is bell and battlecry, thunder and lion's roar that can be heard even over the screaming of the beast. It breaks the paralysis that had frozen him in place. Tentatively he steps foreward, towards the chaos. Then a mountain passes him, the ground thundering beneath his hooves and Vadim pins his ears back again, lips curling back briefly from his teeth as he spurs himself into a gallop behind. This is his home. A strange on, perhaps, but it was his now. Maxence's queer combination of authority and brotherhood, Bexley's adamant faith, Seraphina's quiet wisdom. Even Inkheart's devotion, witnessed only from a distance- these things meant something to him.
The gods would be damned if he didn't defend this place that had taken him in.
As he approached the arena he tried not to question his fortitude- the beast was massive, a monstrosity. Then he noticed fledglings around it's feet and his stride faltered. They looked so thin. His heart ached and he tore his sky-eyes from them. Instead he caught sight of the silver Seraphina and though he did not divine her purpose exactly he darted after her. He knew little of combat but when the wing began to move he followed instinct and whipped his hind up in a sharp quick, aiming for the cords of muscle that rippled just beneath the skin.
Summary: Vadim goes to help Seraphina because he doesn't know what he's doing and tries to kick the teryr's wing. AND HE FEELS BAD FOR THE BABIES.
Health 28
Attack 7
