The wyvern fell silent once more and listened without interest as the echoes of his roar slowly began to dissolve into the distant clamor of collapsing buildings and the screams of the dying. Even the sky itself seemed to bleed crimson as the light of the drowning dawn oozed between gashes in the smog left by passing winds. It was sunrise yet there was no glorious sun, only a drop of blood struggling to rise above the stinking filth that was once a city. And it did stink, almost to the point of being unbearable for his enhanced senses. Every breath of wind that snaked its way through the ash filled the wyvern's nostrils with the reek of burning flesh and the unmistakable coppery undertone of blood... so much blood. It was everywhere, overpowering, caked between the wyvern's talons and splattered upon the walls and streets in a malicious art. This was not hunting, this was slaughter. And that on top of the countless cries was already fraying at the wyvern's unstable condition.
A sudden scuffling near the dragon caused him to snap back into focus as he whipped his head around to try and locate the annoyance. Nothing. The only thing in sight aside from the charred gore and rubble was a single shutter flapping noisily against the side of a house. Straightening his hunched over body, Syrax lumbered down the street and snarled and snapped at things unseen or the shadows cast by the mounds of bricks and damaged cars. He was about to pass by a broken down building but stopped suddenly when he caught the scent of something and lifted his snout to the air. It wasn't a demon yet still not of this world, with wounds and fresh blood. Flames flickered between the beast's teeth as he slowly turned his head towards the building and took a heavy step, and another, and another...
That was when a shadow bowled over the dragon sideways which caused him fall to the ground and expose his stomach. The creature wasted no time in its assault and seized the chance to make a move for Syrax's throat. However, a wing to the face rebuked that idea and the creature settled to tear at the wyvern's shoulder instead. It took a moment for the monstrosity to realize that this was a bad idea and soon found itself being flipped over its would-be prey and skidding into a nearby wall. Both creatures regained their footing and circled each other in a wide circle, golden eyes glaring into opaque orbs as both waited for the other's move.
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Arwyn shielded her eyes as she squinted against the sudden surge of light. When her eyes had adjusted she saw that where there had once been an open patch of sky was know a rift with a figure drifting down from it. It didn't take much to tell that it was some godly being, but the fact that one had actually showed up to get their hands dirty surprised the dragonknight. Usually the gods kept to themselves during times like these while their sheep died to wolves.
"Athena." Arwyn said and bowed deeply in respect. "And to what do I owe the honor of your presence?"
If Arwyn had learned anything, it was to be as polite as possible to any god. Not only were they as prickly as a hedgehog when it came to their pride but they also had unimaginable power. Usually not a good combination.
She tried her best to keep the angry edge from her tone, not wanting to have a goddess as an enemy, but she found it increasingly difficult. The rage seething from her dragonnoid companion traveled through the bond between the two effected her and threatened to draw her in.
'I need to calm him down soon before he goes feral from all of this blood and ash.' she thought while trying to keep her composure.
@Light
(I wasn't sure if Zal was near Syrax or not so if he wasn't around then just assume that the dragon is going mad :3 )
A sudden scuffling near the dragon caused him to snap back into focus as he whipped his head around to try and locate the annoyance. Nothing. The only thing in sight aside from the charred gore and rubble was a single shutter flapping noisily against the side of a house. Straightening his hunched over body, Syrax lumbered down the street and snarled and snapped at things unseen or the shadows cast by the mounds of bricks and damaged cars. He was about to pass by a broken down building but stopped suddenly when he caught the scent of something and lifted his snout to the air. It wasn't a demon yet still not of this world, with wounds and fresh blood. Flames flickered between the beast's teeth as he slowly turned his head towards the building and took a heavy step, and another, and another...
That was when a shadow bowled over the dragon sideways which caused him fall to the ground and expose his stomach. The creature wasted no time in its assault and seized the chance to make a move for Syrax's throat. However, a wing to the face rebuked that idea and the creature settled to tear at the wyvern's shoulder instead. It took a moment for the monstrosity to realize that this was a bad idea and soon found itself being flipped over its would-be prey and skidding into a nearby wall. Both creatures regained their footing and circled each other in a wide circle, golden eyes glaring into opaque orbs as both waited for the other's move.
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Arwyn shielded her eyes as she squinted against the sudden surge of light. When her eyes had adjusted she saw that where there had once been an open patch of sky was know a rift with a figure drifting down from it. It didn't take much to tell that it was some godly being, but the fact that one had actually showed up to get their hands dirty surprised the dragonknight. Usually the gods kept to themselves during times like these while their sheep died to wolves.
"Athena." Arwyn said and bowed deeply in respect. "And to what do I owe the honor of your presence?"
If Arwyn had learned anything, it was to be as polite as possible to any god. Not only were they as prickly as a hedgehog when it came to their pride but they also had unimaginable power. Usually not a good combination.
She tried her best to keep the angry edge from her tone, not wanting to have a goddess as an enemy, but she found it increasingly difficult. The rage seething from her dragonnoid companion traveled through the bond between the two effected her and threatened to draw her in.
'I need to calm him down soon before he goes feral from all of this blood and ash.' she thought while trying to keep her composure.
@Light
(I wasn't sure if Zal was near Syrax or not so if he wasn't around then just assume that the dragon is going mad :3 )