It was almost instinct that alerted Kiba at first, a prickle along his spine and a dark foreboding that had him constantly twitching. Something was wrong, or something was going to be very wrong. The air wasn't right, breathing didn't seem as natural and his wild eyes showed the first signs of panic. It was similar to that calmness, when the world seemed to take a deep breath before a wild storm tore it's way across the land. A dull ring of fate in his permanently alert ears as his heart screamed at him to turn back, but Kiba was struggling for a reason why? Was he becoming delusional, irrational or taking his duty of sky patrol too far. Was he so alert that he was tricking himself into thinking something was coming. Taking in a few deep breaths, the brown slowly calmed himself down and dismissed his wild thoughts as a trick on his mind. Nothing was wrong, no one was going to get them. It was all fine. Totally, fine.
No. It wasn't.
His scent. His Look. His Voice. For a moment the dragon hovered in the air, trying to take in that fact that Mauja the Frostheart was in the same forest as they were. Close to them. The dragon needed to think clearly, but fates damning call combined with the appearance of the stallion who tried to kill them the only time they had met, was all too much for the golden healer's normally gentle friend. With panic, Kiba mentally gripped the bond that tied them together forever, pouring all his emotion into the mind of Torasin before shouting the warning call.
RUN!
Startled, the patched stallion turned and fell to a sharp halt and ears nervously flicked atop his slender head. Eyes wild with uncertainty and fear, he didn't know what he was supposed to be running from. Panic flooded in from Kiba and it was then that the Doctor of the Worlds Edge heard the voice, missing the spotted stud's presence approaching completely from the suddenness of his confusion. It was his name that was said into the darkness of the blood thirsty forest, the sound of it being said in the voice of him was enough to make his skin crawl. Torasin had only ever seen the racist Mauja, the King who had made an attempt on the golden boy's life. That's all they both knew. So could the events that happened next be forgiven? Torasin finally let his eyes rest on the white figure, his appearance was still the same, the frosted horn and the piercing blue eyes were hardly mistakable to him. There was no way he could forget the day he had entered the Edge on the command of the Sun God to tell others of his 'greatness'. That day, it had almost cost him his life. "Lord Mauja?!" Was about all he could manage when a sudden scream sounded from above.
Kiba, after glancing in alarm at the strange marked owl, drove downwards through the trees. His mind awash with memories and emotions, heart hammering in his scaly chest with reptilian eyes focussed on his target. Frostheart. Taking in a deep breath, Kiba drew on the fires that were now the strongest they had ever been, directing the blast of heat at the pale figure on the ground. Body made as small as possible so he could shoot through the trees and he soon after returned to his painted friend, landing neatly on his rump, little body puffing hastily in rattled panic as Torasin looked on in pure shock.
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[P] A million pieces of me, on the floor
