Lion's Teeth

He grinned as his siblings and Celestin appeared, all of them alight with hope. Hope for him. The dour man off to the opposite side of the ring was barely a blip on his radar while he was surrounded by those he cared for.

It wasn’t long before the storm king made his entrance, he seemed to recognize the gray male but the moment quickly passed as he came to approach the golden prince.

“You called?” The storm colored man asked.

“I did.” He answered more than a little dumbstruck that such a man could be king of anything.

“I am Pegasus Beaufort. I have come for the shrine. I hope in time you will forgive me, but-“ Before he could finish speaking the man lunged forward, gripping Pegasus by the throat. Shocked, Pegasus Wheeled back and twisted his head, the first blood of battle spilled being his own.

He scrambled back from the man. Shocked then quickly set his defenses before snarling and surging forward, jaws opened wide, attempting to ram his sternum against Tyranis’s throat and grip him around the neck and bite the man’s scruff.