The flame prince's ears perked at his mother's howl, the authoritative tone jolting him from his study of the obelisk. His fiery orange markings shimmered in the sunlight as he bounded toward the source, eager to obey and stand by her side if needed. Upon his arrival, he froze, his obsidian eyes narrowing in disbelief at what he was witnessing. Citadel (a hulking menace now) had his paw around her, their snarls filling the air with tension and grief.
"No! What are you doing?!" Balrog barked, his voice as sharp as flint. He surged forward, wanting to position himself defensively between Citadel and his mother but they were locked on to one another. "Don't hurt her!" His smaller frame was dwarfed by his brother's, but the fire in his spirit rivaled the sun.
"You have gone too far, Citadel.. you want to be a prince yet you do not act like one!" Balrog growled out his words, though he knew his brother.. he knew he wouldn't stop.. he just hoped his mother could get out of this unharmed. Protective rage boiled in his veins like lava as his muzzle rippled into a snarl, his teeth bared as he watched.
