take these broken wings

The song that reached them today was more powerful than the one before. But no doubt there was a challenger sought in that song, one that wanted to spill blood and dance that thrilling battle dance. Melanthios’ ears perked and the beast threw back their head to let out their own song; They would be coming.

Their massive paws carried them over the earth with a thunderous urgency. They moved with determination towards the source of the howl, not wanting to keep their potential opponent waiting long, and slowed only once he, and his ravens, were close enough to be within speaking distance.

“You have summoned us and we have answered the call.” Melanthios’ fiery gaze took in the looks of the other. A handsome creature, not that they were a beast of lust. It was his eyes, similar to theirs though a cooler hue, that drew them in.

“Our name is Melanthios.” They said. “You wish to dance, stranger? So be it. Come forth, and let our fangs and claws speak more for us.” They slipped into a defensive stance, words serious yet not unkind. Their smile faded into a look of determination and Melanthios dipped their head forward, aiming to protect their throat from their slightly shorter opponent. There was no telling what might come of this fight… but Mela was ready.