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Zendyr let a rush of air escape between his fangs as he supported Deirdre who leaned against him, immense worry for Azrael lacing her voice. The slight trembles caused the golden dragon to purr in comfort as he trained his attention on the general direction of the ongoing fights. Earth cracked, scales splintered, and the winds howled in their union of fury as the battle raged between abandonment and belongingness, between a life of isolated and a life spent in the hearth of a dragonflight. If what Lith said was true, then, this was a literal battle of life and death. Cast to the darkness alone, no one would ever survive the darkness that his sapphire storm heralded. He knew that Deirdre understood these stakes, and as the crackling tempest of lightning bolts filled the air, even Zendyr could not hide his worry. However, he needed to be strong.
For Deirdre. For Azrael. For Lith.
"Storm and shadow will soar with our flight today, Deirdre," Zendyr replied, steeling his voice as an anchor for both of their sanities. "They are strong. Their scales will be bloodied, their fangs cracked but, I promise you, when the tempest quiets, they will be unbowed and unbroken."
As the fight raged, Zendyr noticed his fellow toxin dragon acknowledge him and the golden healer returned his greeting in kind. Zendyr wasn't too sure how Valos felt about him as a packmate but anyone would be a fool to think that the spined dragon did not care for the flight. Thorny personality aside, Valos silently protected their flight in his own ways. And, Zendyr had taken notice of these with just his hearing alone. Even now, as the distinct flapping of his wings serenaded the area around them, Zendyr lifted his head to turn in Valos' general direction before his friend (he wasn't entirely sure if Valos felt the same) could fully take flight.
"Valos," Zendyr called out with a fanged grin. "Thank you for always watching our backs. I would have offered to take the watch but I suppose I would be too good at it. I know it sounds weird but I appreciate you and your efforts." The blind dragon said with a chipper tone in his voice. "Oh, and I'm not old! I do not become an ancient for another few thousand years, you know!" Zendyr playfully berated his comrade-in-arms before he turned his head in the direction of the other flight members who had joined in on the sacred rite of passage for their flight.
He could recognize Malok's voice as well as another familiar yet strangely unique cheery tone of a younger dragon. And, if Valos was here, it definitely wasn't a surprise that Mara would also be present. With each distinct wingbeat that signaled a unique member, Zendyr felt his heart swell with joy at the growth of their flight. It was definitely a good omen even though the darkness loomed upon them like an avalanche just waiting to cascade.
"Malok, my friend," Zendyr called out to the nearby wyvern. "I believe it has been a while since we have witnessed Arieas' fighting prowess. I reckon he still has that snarl and uncanny preference for a preemptive strike at the neck. Classic but efficient. I still remember when he nearly beat me to a bloody pulp, scales and all. Wasn't a pleasant sight for you, I suppose, seeing me getting pounded into the ground."
For Deirdre. For Azrael. For Lith.
"Storm and shadow will soar with our flight today, Deirdre," Zendyr replied, steeling his voice as an anchor for both of their sanities. "They are strong. Their scales will be bloodied, their fangs cracked but, I promise you, when the tempest quiets, they will be unbowed and unbroken."
As the fight raged, Zendyr noticed his fellow toxin dragon acknowledge him and the golden healer returned his greeting in kind. Zendyr wasn't too sure how Valos felt about him as a packmate but anyone would be a fool to think that the spined dragon did not care for the flight. Thorny personality aside, Valos silently protected their flight in his own ways. And, Zendyr had taken notice of these with just his hearing alone. Even now, as the distinct flapping of his wings serenaded the area around them, Zendyr lifted his head to turn in Valos' general direction before his friend (he wasn't entirely sure if Valos felt the same) could fully take flight.
"Valos," Zendyr called out with a fanged grin. "Thank you for always watching our backs. I would have offered to take the watch but I suppose I would be too good at it. I know it sounds weird but I appreciate you and your efforts." The blind dragon said with a chipper tone in his voice. "Oh, and I'm not old! I do not become an ancient for another few thousand years, you know!" Zendyr playfully berated his comrade-in-arms before he turned his head in the direction of the other flight members who had joined in on the sacred rite of passage for their flight.
He could recognize Malok's voice as well as another familiar yet strangely unique cheery tone of a younger dragon. And, if Valos was here, it definitely wasn't a surprise that Mara would also be present. With each distinct wingbeat that signaled a unique member, Zendyr felt his heart swell with joy at the growth of their flight. It was definitely a good omen even though the darkness loomed upon them like an avalanche just waiting to cascade.
"Malok, my friend," Zendyr called out to the nearby wyvern. "I believe it has been a while since we have witnessed Arieas' fighting prowess. I reckon he still has that snarl and uncanny preference for a preemptive strike at the neck. Classic but efficient. I still remember when he nearly beat me to a bloody pulp, scales and all. Wasn't a pleasant sight for you, I suppose, seeing me getting pounded into the ground."