Horns of the devil - O; Feral Deinonychus

[Ares]

Muscle to muscle, and toe to toe
The fear has gripped me, but here I go

The animalistic haze the beast was in was only made worse with the name Aurum screamed, for a moment the beast locked eyes onto him and stared, a familiar ache in the dinosaur's heart. Don't hurt him! He was right to keep me away from the sword- keep us away from it! The staring was cut short when she felt the earth beneath her feet shift and drag her down. The anger within her only grew and she pulled one foot up, planted it on solid ground, and hoisted her other foot up, freeing herself from the trap. Now the beast was mad.

A growl surged from her throat as she slowly advanced, hook claws tapping the ground in a rhythmic fashion. Don't hurt him! She crept closer. Before she could lunge, though, she reared her head back in a screech, claws reaching over her head and grasping her horns, shaking herself wildly. She stepped back several feet, wings falling down to her sides and hanging limply as the beast tried to look at Aurum only to feel the pain again that forced her head down and a pained snarl to reach the air. Something, no, someone wanted Aurum safe. Someone who was young, who was taken in by tanglewood, by Aurum. Someone who grew close to the group, then shied away, then snarled at him for refusing the sword. The Sword.

She turned to face the house, but bared her teeth and shook her head. [color=#98c3e1]"No.. No.. No." She strained, stepping back even further, wings folding in by her sides. A whimper left her and she looked toward the edge of town. She could run. She could flee, get the sword some other time. Avoid the anger and fury of Aurum only to face it another day. But she hissed and turned back to face him, splaying out her arms and displaying the black feathers she bore, though she seemed less enthusiastic about facing off against him.

[color=#98c3e1]"Speech"

— Reggan