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Aquila
The small snake coils, hisses, writhes around the bladed edge of her horn. Though her aim isn’t true; she had sought to cleave the insulting dragon-snake in half, yet managed only to slice through its tail. Bright aqua and yellow eyes narrow, horn lifting and re-angling to silence the small snake forever—But then a sound, as ferocious as a lion but as tender as a cub, jerks her head up and stiffens her body into a defensive crouch. Her ears stay pinned amid her ridges, though her face-fins flare and vibrate in warning as her eyes snap up to focus on whatever approached.
A man, tall but gaunt with a silver hide filled with bones rather than muscle, approached with the same hesitant menace of the lion-cub growl he made. His eyes are slanted and sharp, and blue; but a blue of the sky rather than the sea, like her own narrowed stare.
Her head raises slightly as she finds the small dagger on his horn to be… wanting. It is short, though seemed sharp, but would require close quarters and shrewd handling to deal truly damaging blows. And this man… again her eyes sweep his bony, angular frame. A warrior’s confidence lacks from his stance, and his words (a scaled ear swings forward to catch them) are not threatening. His gaze drops from her and searches the grass, further telling her that he is not a fighter. A warrior would not dare drop their eyes from a crouched opponent.
So her fins tuck into her jaw and her posture relaxes slightly; though not entirely, for she is a warrior and forever ready to attack. “Do you kill big things, too?” His questions sink into the air between them, and her head subtly cocks. “I have killed big things, great kalmarojotes,” one of its arms were twice the size of an Akvian; it was larger and grander than anything she had yet seen wander the soil of the Helovia. “And I have killed fiŝojitos to eat,” her throaty voice answered his question simply, unblinking eyes staring at the man. “Do you not?”
kalmarojotes = giant squids
fiŝojitos = small fishes
"... in a single day and night of misfortune, the island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea."
@Caneo Sorry for the delay! <3
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