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“Why didn’t you tell me you learned Drain!” Naveen snapped at his mate. Confused looks passed around the glenn from the many combatants present. Kishi inched further into the trees, away from the prying eyes.
“I knew you’d be mad?” he supplied. Behind Naveen, Hyperion was encased in ice, trapped against the ground, his eyes wild and bleeding from claws and lights. A rainbow of lightning rained down on the Guardian from countless Talik-users present. Naveen recoiled, opened his mouth to speak, and someone screamed.
Both of their heads snapped around to where a charcoal-and-silver kadin was getting pecked and scratched at by a mob of furious birds. They shared a look, unanimously decided to shelve their argument and help her out.
Kishi dashed for the birds, watched them dissipate into a fine red mist and puffs of falling feathers, and Nav grabbed his herbs, limbs reshaping into a more human shape while he ran to the kadin’s talon-bloodied side and knelt with herbs and needles and string to help patch her back up.

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Hyperion tumbled. Kestrel blinked at the display, watching the God fall. He lashed his tail, flicked his ears. That made aiming harder.
“What’s your plan, boss?” Whisper asked beside him, pink-and-white fur bristled with static electricity. He weighed his options. How long it had taken him to run to this cliff. Hyperion wasn’t dead yet, there was no veritable explosion of new growth and the false sun at the eye of the storm still shined brilliantly.
Which meant that though the Guardian was downed, he wasn’t Down.
“Take a minute, catch your breath.” he suggested, and settled down into his perch. “We’re nearing the end of this.”
Without getting eaten, this time!

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The ground lurched and Fieris dropped, tumbling head over tail into what had once been verdant bushes. They snapped and cracked and broke under his weight, and he landed in a heap, facing back the way he came. A wave of ash and dirt peppered his face and shoulders, and he coughed on the stale air. His vision had gone near completely dark what felt like hours ago. Night had fallen, he could feel the chill in the air despite the fires around him, but he guessed from his continued blindness that Hyperion was not dead.
Even so, he laughed. His stunt had worked.
There was a blast of Cold, the taste of ice on the wind. Lightning sang through the air. Ringing Dasrah filled the forest. Thunder kept cracking nearby with the tell-tale Ringing of Dasrah signalling that it was probably Not The Storm.
“Fieris!” Oh? He lifted his head, tasted the air. Eva! The bushes creaked and snapped further under him, but he didn’t escape them soon enough before her teeth were in his scruff and hauling him out. He twisted to lick her neck.
“I am alright, dear.” he soothed. “Just a bit winded.”
“What were you thinking?” Eva asked, burying her nose against his neck.
“I wanted to buy a little more time.”

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Arianna hovered above the rapidly freezing body of Hyperion. His eyes were still open, but she was certain she’d successfully blinded him. Now it was just a matter of finishing the Titan. “Naveen!” she called down to the olive ketucari. A human face looked back up at her, pouting over the side of a pretty charcoal-and-silver kadin she’d glimpsed running supplies to and from the drop points. Crimson feathers stained the ground around them, a fine red mist hazing the air, that brown harpy circling and snarling at the sky.
“Bit busy!” Naveen shouted back up. “Unless you’re bleeding, dying, or on fire, I can’t help you right now!”
That was quite alright. She could do this--
“Need a paw?” she jumped, nearly falling a tail’s length in surprise before spinning to find the familiar axanthic silkie staring down at her, walking through the air like it was solid earth. She gaped at Ōkamiza for a moment, then nodded.
Together, they wrapped their magic around Hyperion and shoved him DOWN against the earth.
The silkie’s magic mingled with her own, weaved through it. Amplified it. Hyperion groaned through his ice casing, a flare of heat illuminating the ice around his face.

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It was the final charge. A red-and-white ryno stood at the far end of the former glenn, and stared at the chaos that had been wrought. She touched her tail to her loyal companion’s side, and stepped closer to lean against Comet. He pressed back, ears folded flat.
“I’m going to shift.” She warned him.
“You sure you wanna do this?” he asked, looking up at her. She smiled back.
“This is rebirth, not murder.” she explained, shaking her long fur and stepping forward. In a blast of icy magic and a rush of Elation through those nearby, Neve’s body began to change. Soon she stood, twice again as tall as a ketucari at the shoulder with cloven hooves and teeth as sharp as knives, and charged in to assist in finishing off Hyperion and restoring the Silverglade.

Description
“Why didn’t you tell me you learned Drain!” Naveen snapped at his mate. Confused looks passed around the glenn from the many combatants present. Kishi inched further into the trees, away from the prying eyes.
“I knew you’d be mad?” he supplied. Behind Naveen, Hyperion was encased in ice, trapped against the ground, his eyes wild and bleeding from claws and lights. A rainbow of lightning rained down on the Guardian from countless Talik-users present. Naveen recoiled, opened his mouth to speak, and someone screamed.
Both of their heads snapped around to where a charcoal-and-silver kadin was getting pecked and scratched at by a mob of furious birds. They shared a look, unanimously decided to shelve their argument and help her out.
Kishi dashed for the birds, watched them dissipate into a fine red mist and puffs of falling feathers, and Nav grabbed his herbs, limbs reshaping into a more human shape while he ran to the kadin’s talon-bloodied side and knelt with herbs and needles and string to help patch her back up.

==

Hyperion tumbled. Kestrel blinked at the display, watching the God fall. He lashed his tail, flicked his ears. That made aiming harder.
“What’s your plan, boss?” Whisper asked beside him, pink-and-white fur bristled with static electricity. He weighed his options. How long it had taken him to run to this cliff. Hyperion wasn’t dead yet, there was no veritable explosion of new growth and the false sun at the eye of the storm still shined brilliantly.
Which meant that though the Guardian was downed, he wasn’t Down.
“Take a minute, catch your breath.” he suggested, and settled down into his perch. “We’re nearing the end of this.”
Without getting eaten, this time!

==

The ground lurched and Fieris dropped, tumbling head over tail into what had once been verdant bushes. They snapped and cracked and broke under his weight, and he landed in a heap, facing back the way he came. A wave of ash and dirt peppered his face and shoulders, and he coughed on the stale air. His vision had gone near completely dark what felt like hours ago. Night had fallen, he could feel the chill in the air despite the fires around him, but he guessed from his continued blindness that Hyperion was not dead.
Even so, he laughed. His stunt had worked.
There was a blast of Cold, the taste of ice on the wind. Lightning sang through the air. Ringing Dasrah filled the forest. Thunder kept cracking nearby with the tell-tale Ringing of Dasrah signalling that it was probably Not The Storm.
“Fieris!” Oh? He lifted his head, tasted the air. Eva! The bushes creaked and snapped further under him, but he didn’t escape them soon enough before her teeth were in his scruff and hauling him out. He twisted to lick her neck.
“I am alright, dear.” he soothed. “Just a bit winded.”
“What were you thinking?” Eva asked, burying her nose against his neck.
“I wanted to buy a little more time.”

==

Arianna hovered above the rapidly freezing body of Hyperion. His eyes were still open, but she was certain she’d successfully blinded him. Now it was just a matter of finishing the Titan. “Naveen!” she called down to the olive ketucari. A human face looked back up at her, pouting over the side of a pretty charcoal-and-silver kadin she’d glimpsed running supplies to and from the drop points. Crimson feathers stained the ground around them, a fine red mist hazing the air, that brown harpy circling and snarling at the sky.
“Bit busy!” Naveen shouted back up. “Unless you’re bleeding, dying, or on fire, I can’t help you right now!”
That was quite alright. She could do this--
“Need a paw?” she jumped, nearly falling a tail’s length in surprise before spinning to find the familiar axanthic silkie staring down at her, walking through the air like it was solid earth. She gaped at Ōkamiza for a moment, then nodded.
Together, they wrapped their magic around Hyperion and shoved him DOWN against the earth.
The silkie’s magic mingled with her own, weaved through it. Amplified it. Hyperion groaned through his ice casing, a flare of heat illuminating the ice around his face.

==

It was the final charge. A red-and-white ryno stood at the far end of the former glenn, and stared at the chaos that had been wrought. She touched her tail to her loyal companion’s side, and stepped closer to lean against Comet. He pressed back, ears folded flat.
“I’m going to shift.” She warned him.
“You sure you wanna do this?” he asked, looking up at her. She smiled back.
“This is rebirth, not murder.” she explained, shaking her long fur and stepping forward. In a blast of icy magic and a rush of Elation through those nearby, Neve’s body began to change. Soon she stood, twice again as tall as a ketucari at the shoulder with cloven hooves and teeth as sharp as knives, and charged in to assist in finishing off Hyperion and restoring the Silverglade.