TALYN is an INDORAPTOR that stands at a height of 9FT, His species allows bipedal and quadrupedal movement, he wields bone crushing teeth and frightful strength. He resides within the ROSEBLOODS. his parents were REQUIEM x BRIDGEWATER of an old site litter, with last names of Valdis, Kuchiki and HARBINGER. he is the incarnation of the RED HERALD of WAR of 4 and has amnesia of past lives.

a sudden hacking coughing noise - a call from the flames.

it was not a cry of help - but it was a rallying cry.

War called those that might still be near him - might still be trapped to him as Rizer warded the flames away from his side with water called to him and a frigid aura surrounding him whilst Talyn himself shifted the flames away.

the fire was too large and too out of control to stop entire - but they as two could control and corral a small area at least, provide a way for others to get to them and lead them away from the fire to where the others waited.

he called again - a shrill noise caught between a repetition of a twisted birds call and something more guttural of what should be an even larger predator as the fell flame scaled indoraptor shifted, following Rizer and bending the flames.

they could hear them ahead as they and whoever had joined them ran towards where safety was - with only the brief fleeting thoughts that at least they had nothing to lose to the fire.

[align=center]HYMN OF RUIN

Count bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums

RIZER is a MANTICORE that stands at a height of 5FT, like all his kind he has a barbed tail and like some he also has WINGS , much of his form is also scaled past his mane. He resides within the ROSEBLOODS. his parents were EURYDICE TARGARYEN and DOMERIC of an old site litter. he is the incarnation of the PALE HERALD of DEATH of the 4 heralds, he also has amnesia of past lives.

It was a familiar knwoing to fight and struggle beside his fellow harbinger - the pale manticore breathing a swath of ice towards the nearest flame only for it to melt an ddouse the too close portion.

neither could hope to fully corral it, but they'd created a small pocket of safety between them - and with Talyn calling for others that might be trapped, Rizer was more focused on creating an escape route whenever the extinct beast had to pause controlling small fires to call out.

just on the edge of his peripheries, small fires of souls snuffed out - but those familiar were moving to presumed safety and Rizer focused on that, wing tapping Talyn to follow as both made the progress towards safety in their general direction.

[align=center]FIRE AND BLOOD

But what is this that I can't see, With ice cold hands taking hold of me?

✯ — having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness

she hadn’t known about the fire until it was too late. she never head the warning of the pharaoh, nor the screams of panic. not until she was stuck.

a gryphon who couldn’t fly is the same as a horse with a broken leg. they were not destined to survive long. her wings had battered her sides desperately, trying to get air under them instead of smoke blowing out. while she bat the flames away, the force of her wings were not helping out it out.

the view was gorgeous, despite the life threatening situation. the orange flames licking everywhere around her. epione, caught in the flames. fearful clicks had escaped her beak as the fires had crawled closer.

she wanted her mother. her father. her brother. lucerys. she needed lucerys. but it was too dangerous for him to dive in headfirst for her. he was too self-sacrificing when it came to her. epione would rather burn than see a singe upon her brother’s royal feathers.

her heart beat wildly, pushing painfully against her as she had breathed for fresher air. smoke had swirled in her lungs, rasp coughs tearing at her throat as tears had swelled in her eyes. her limbs had tried to take her to every exit she could find, but fire had swallowed up her chances. the heat scorched her paw pads and her talons had tore at anything she could to get out.

epione was always weak. she could not fight, nor fly, and had lacked enough vision. she was the runt, not destined for survival. this was all too apparent now. where her brother could not reach her is where she could feel death’s hot breath against her neck.

she couldn’t stand this. with every second caught in the flames had brought her closer to the ground. her body had been flush to the hot floor, limp and tired. awake, but only sadly so. her wings still beat pitifully against her body, like a weakened butterfly who knew their time was up. the powder from their wings floating in the air, like little stars falling from their wings. had her wings leaked their stars? 

✯ — blossomed by the lovely stars, the forget-me-not of the angels