Jan 19 2021, 12:04 PM
The guardian had, indeed, gone taut when Draconua wrestled free of her binds, and kept his magic at the ready. A breeze worried at his arms, barely stirring the feathers along either of his torsos.
"Vargas, the Leviathan," she said. Azigh braced himself—"and not by any order of his."
Is that so?
She was well and truly convinced of her meaning—however pathetic that existence might be; perhaps, he could not blame her for it. If a Master had made her for raining destruction, then that was the essence of her existence. But, Azigh? He needed to protect Pegasus.
Smothering a flame beneath a foot, the guardian spoke harshly, "that is not for me to decide." He took a careful step to the side, away from the Gembound present. "However, you will not bring harm to any part of this room—or any of those that live within it." Whether or not your Master will approve of it.
He gestured toward Tunnel G with an arm, one-thousand-voices edged with warning: "lead on to your Master, then, if you feel so inclined towards not being crushed by the wind."
Regardless of Draconua's response, Azigh gazed at the Gembound—studying them briefly. "Be careful of what fire there is, and... thank you." Wings shuffled at their sides. "If you ever have need of it, there is a refuge at the end of this cavern." He knelt down to pick up his lantern, already fixated back on watching the Valkhound. "The wall is an illusion, and only those bearing good intent can pass through it."
Then, he followed after the Sleepless Chaos, knuckles blushing gold as they clutched the haft.
"Vargas, the Leviathan," she said. Azigh braced himself—"and not by any order of his."
Is that so?
She was well and truly convinced of her meaning—however pathetic that existence might be; perhaps, he could not blame her for it. If a Master had made her for raining destruction, then that was the essence of her existence. But, Azigh? He needed to protect Pegasus.
Smothering a flame beneath a foot, the guardian spoke harshly, "that is not for me to decide." He took a careful step to the side, away from the Gembound present. "However, you will not bring harm to any part of this room—or any of those that live within it." Whether or not your Master will approve of it.
He gestured toward Tunnel G with an arm, one-thousand-voices edged with warning: "lead on to your Master, then, if you feel so inclined towards not being crushed by the wind."
Regardless of Draconua's response, Azigh gazed at the Gembound—studying them briefly. "Be careful of what fire there is, and... thank you." Wings shuffled at their sides. "If you ever have need of it, there is a refuge at the end of this cavern." He knelt down to pick up his lantern, already fixated back on watching the Valkhound. "The wall is an illusion, and only those bearing good intent can pass through it."
Then, he followed after the Sleepless Chaos, knuckles blushing gold as they clutched the haft.