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08-27-2012, 01:12 AM
Safe indeed. The scent of freshly burning grass had drawn the attention of the hybrid, brought him flying closer to the Heart in time to watch the scene unfold before and below him. Anger slowly built, surging higher as he saw the fire closing in upon Rishima, witnessed the brave rescue performed by her brothers, heard the cries of pain and fear. His wingbeats quickened, even before the circle of fire died down as if it had not been there before.
He dove, pushing the limits of his body's endurance, a roar ripping from him. It was no stallion's bellow, but a sound purely draconic. A sound of rage and challenge, heralding his plummet before he slammed to the ground between the Sun God and the siblings of his lover. Just in time, for the deity's wings beat the air again, spawning a wall of flames. Fire surged forth to combat fire.
Heat roiled in his belly as his maw parted and fire reached out to meet its maker. It began slender, but belled out mere inches from his nose into an expanding ball that quickly seemed a wall in its own right. Dwarfed by the wall of fire that the God produced, but prolonged by the breath of a dragon, even if this one was only half. Hot air scorched his lungs as he drew breaths in with his nostrils and expelled fire in its face, never hesitating. His eyes were narrowed against the heat and the light, but he watched as his fire caught up the fire that would have barrelled down upon those behind him. His wings were tilted back, away from the heat, but ached still from the strain of his violent descent and the fire that escaped to either side of his own flame.
His flame, which he maintained only until he was certain the God's fire would not overrun his position and burn himself, Rishima, and her brothers. "Run!" He bellowed, half over his shoulder, as he reared in defiance before the Sun God. Vikram towered over the deity, even standing on all four hooves, and was not afraid to defy the one who'd given him his fire, not when he endangered his family. Yes, they were his family now too, whether they liked it or not. And he would buy them time, at the cost of his own hide if necessary.
He dove, pushing the limits of his body's endurance, a roar ripping from him. It was no stallion's bellow, but a sound purely draconic. A sound of rage and challenge, heralding his plummet before he slammed to the ground between the Sun God and the siblings of his lover. Just in time, for the deity's wings beat the air again, spawning a wall of flames. Fire surged forth to combat fire.
Heat roiled in his belly as his maw parted and fire reached out to meet its maker. It began slender, but belled out mere inches from his nose into an expanding ball that quickly seemed a wall in its own right. Dwarfed by the wall of fire that the God produced, but prolonged by the breath of a dragon, even if this one was only half. Hot air scorched his lungs as he drew breaths in with his nostrils and expelled fire in its face, never hesitating. His eyes were narrowed against the heat and the light, but he watched as his fire caught up the fire that would have barrelled down upon those behind him. His wings were tilted back, away from the heat, but ached still from the strain of his violent descent and the fire that escaped to either side of his own flame.
His flame, which he maintained only until he was certain the God's fire would not overrun his position and burn himself, Rishima, and her brothers. "Run!" He bellowed, half over his shoulder, as he reared in defiance before the Sun God. Vikram towered over the deity, even standing on all four hooves, and was not afraid to defy the one who'd given him his fire, not when he endangered his family. Yes, they were his family now too, whether they liked it or not. And he would buy them time, at the cost of his own hide if necessary.
