Deathwing [☹] 001

[lavablood]

Who: Deathwing, Alexstrasza, probably Krasus and Ysera eventually, WHOMEVER
Where: The skies of Somarium, specifically Espoir
Style: Third plz
Status: OPEN
Notes: Violence inside. This is occurring at the time of this post

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[x_smiling_sun]

Amaterasu could sense something. The god was well aware of the inhabitants activities, and maintainted a quiet, gentle sort of guardianship over the domain of Somarium. Which was why when she saw fire raining down onto shops, did she immediately sense it

[lavablood]

The leviathan did not appreciate his efforts being reversed. In another sense, it prepped them to be annihilated again, but by the same token, it would get tiresome desecrating the same target over and over again. Plated claws flexing, Deathwing craned his head to stare down at the creature who sought to undo his work.

A worg, by the looks of it, of some magical origin. That was what he could make out, anyway. Almost childishly, the Aspect of Earth tilted his head to the side, wingbeats keeping him aloft. Those fire-filled eyes, however, would narrow.

"Charming..." he rumbled deeply, his voice surprisingly absent of the grate that may have come with being ripped asunder with lava as he was. "Run along, little pup." Another short jet of lava would fire from his mouth, aimed at the goddess below.

[x_smiling_sun]

Amaterasu stood her ground, staring very solemnly at the dragon above her, her wolf-eyes coldly meeting his. At this sudden move Amaterasu quickly retaliated with a jet of water that quickly doused any sort of lava coming towards her.

I'm not going anywhere,, Her eyes seemed to say, as she padded gingerly back to the ruined house and in a flash, restored it back to it's normal appearance.

Creatures who seeked only destruction, in her book, it was something that could not be allowed. Life was far too precious, and every mortal life deserved to continue on in the God's book.

She had fought Yamata no Orochi. This monster was nothing.

[shewhoislife]

"Little One," the voice came from above as Deathwing's elder sister noted the goddess' valiant resistance. Alexstrasza's beating wings cut through the air with thundering cracks, holding her airborne as she hovered overhead.

"This should not be your battle."

[lavablood]

The moment Amaterasu turned away from him, he would sweep his great claws forward in an attempt to catch and fling the deity away from him and his playground with a roar of defiance. He sensed her power, great as his own at least, though he would never admit to himself the possibility of it being greater. Deathwing was nowhere near below a coward's blow.

If it would gain him victory, it would be done. His sister would be paid no mind for now -- he already had ways of dealing with her and she would not interfere with another who had challenged him.

His eyes would turn to try and meet the wolf's own, attempting to will his magic over her. To hold her in place at least. Should their eyes meet, he would hold her perfectly still, unable to break away from those seemingly endless pits of fire. He would attempt to mask the spell, of course...but he had no way of knowing her ability to sense such things at work before they did as they intended.