"Here."

The draconic beast could recall being ordered to stay in place and only let out a rumbling growl leave their maw. Here he would stay until it was time. Everything was heated and burned at the skin that wasn't protected by large scales. He could hear everything but it was muffled. The draconic beast feeling as if they were being reborn again. A voice stood out to them causing him to surface slowly until he burst out of the volcano's mouth letting out a roar that rung throughout the territory. This was his moment. Large talons would grip at the sides of the volcano as he brought himself closer to the surface, he spread out his wings that dripped lava as another roar left his parted jaws whilst molten lava would drop from his body. He could subtly feel the pain and as he looked out to his surroundings, the beast couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity yet he shook his head as he slipped out from the lava but kept near. A low rumble leaving him before he parted his jaws slowly as the molten liquid began to build up before he spat it out and it would hit the sandy beach catching a few Typhoon NPCs.

He spat once more sending another large lump of molten lava into the ocean causing it to boil before the lava hardened. The draconic beast took one step forward as his tail lashed to the sides, the pain would be over... He had promised them that if he had willingly joined the Coalition in their conquest and the feral brute believed the stark furred lion. He was ready for whoever tried to fight with him as he let the lava fall from his jaws and land onto the solid earth behind him, this was his moment and he was going to bask in it.

They had been prepping for this, preparing for this day and now it had come. It had been so easy conquering those other pathetic groups. Tearing down their people and forcing them into fighting against the Typhoon and now she wondered what would they even think? How their friends so easily betrayed them in the hopes of getting out of here alive. Some to get a slice of the pie. It was amusing how some could so easily be tempted. Walking all this way underground was easy, simple. Her eyes watching as sweat dripped off the pelts around her, slowly collecting and slithering across the ground to follow her. Moisture was everywhere, she knew where to look for it. Knew where to draw it from and use it to her disposal. This was no different as she looked up and watched the rocks begin to heave and buckle. Living earth breathing and yearning to be broken free. Her dark forked tongue slipped along her jaw and she hoped that her brother would be okay. He was with that beast and she swore if anyone touched him she would make she to eat them alive. They would feel every piece of their flesh as it was torn from their body and watch her eat them.

Suddenly the earth parted, a spectacular explosion that made a smile curve along her muzzle. Her eyes were black, darkened pink gaze watching the surprised and equally terrified Typhoon members as they scattered with no real plan, taken by surprise as floods of animals swarmed from the gaping maw. The water she held in her grasp surged forward, combining with water she pulled from nearby trees. In a heartbeat she flung it forth and it changed to deadly icicles and it was music in her ears as they found their marks. Sinking into the flesh of their enemies and making their screams of pain ring out into the warring groups. One individual she had pinned against a tree, icicle stabbing through his abdomen and she made a soft taking noise as she drew closer. "This is what happens when you try to be defiant..." With little care she lifted her paw, watching him struggle. Blood dripped from his maw and she gave a small smile, leaving forward to lightly press her muzzle against his cheek as water circled her paws and slid over her claws. Hardening into long ice like daggers that she dug into his throat to end his suffering.

A hiss echoed, muffled by the sounds of battle, as the hybrid slinked by the edge of the jungle canopy. Eyes focused on the chaos, mind bent on protecting his new home and those within it. Muscles tightened in preparation to throw himself into the fray. Seeing flames spark at the forest, he forced himself not to yell or scream, but simply slink and travel to it's source. A cheetah.

It was here that would determine the best advantage. Strength and ambush, or speed. He lunged, a blur in the night, at Elsweyr, aiming to bite into her neck and wrap his body and tail around her midsection and squeeze, wanting to hear breaking and cracking of ribs. Successful or not, he would still hang on, claws aimed to grasp her flesh. With a battle this big, he was still wondering if he would ever meet them again.

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