Blue Raptor
Ad Astra Per Aspera
Ah I just realized how close of a name Enther and Ender have. XD( should the clones and tribes still be fighting, or should they pause and listen to the monarches decide their fate?)
Vren flew as close as he dared to the monarches, making sure Apollyon didn’t catch sight of him. “ I won’t let him touch my Monarche…” his fierce loyalty to Vixen clouded his mind. He readied his talons and opened his mouth just slightly, ready to sink his fangs into the tyrant and if possible, to kill him.
Enther had joined up with the rest of the Crystiss tribe ( Solosis subtribe for anyone who’s forgotten) and was ready for anything.
Marsh found his way over to his half brother, Kallitrax, and looked around with him. Bodies littered the once beautiful Areattl streets and even the roofs were filled with mangled clones and others alike. This was possibly the worst war in over several centuries. And all for a title. Lord Apollyon. Would that really be that bad? Maybe if they’d surrendered…? But no, he killed innocent dragons to get to where he is now. He destroyed the Solosis homeland. He. Deserved. To die.
“You ok? That burn looks pretty nasty…” marsh asked with concern.
Kallitrax kept his front palm pressed tightly to the wound, the bleeding had almost stopped but the pain racked his body every second. “ I-I’m fine.” He said, his body shook slightly as the pain subsided for a moment.