An unknown force shook the earth and skies, and creatures not of this world followed as if they had been set free from their otherworldly prison. They came in swarms and attacked, turning the once beautiful and peaceful land into a macabre field. It sounded like something one might read in a book of fables. Yet, this was real. Very, very real.
Amen-ra had left his Clan in search of the Alphas whom once visited. Ensarrian and Sanyi, the betrothed young Wyverns that lost their home at a very young age. Before, he had offered them a place within his own Clan, but since they had turned him down, he wondered what became of them. He had no doubt in his mind that they were alive and well. He had witnessed their power as a team, after all, even when they had denied their obvious feelings for each other. They are a force to be reckoned with. However, that was not enough to keep him from seeking them out. If not as aid, then as an ally, and friend. But he wondered if this was a good time to be leaving his Clan without their Alpha. His people are fierce and powerful, great in number. They would put up a fight their enemies would not soon forget. It was his love for them that made him worry nonetheless.
As he wondered whether to venture onward or turn back, Amen-ra looked down upon the creature infested land. Eyes of gold caught sight of a woman fighting alone, with only a fox by her side. The creatures of nightmares surrounded her. Although her blade met any that approached, from his view Amen-ra could see the army marching closer towards her. Even the mightiest of warriors could not withstand those numbers alone. This woman was fierce, but the Wyvern could not leave her to be overwhelmed. His massive wings beat louder than drums in the sky as he began his descent. Golden plumage shined for a moment like the sun, while his whip-like tail streamed behind him. The ground trembled from the might of his landing. Earth was tossed high, undergrowth overturned as it was ripped away from its soil. His claws were like spears that gripped the ground like a harpoon, his wings beating with such power that anything nearby was swept from its feet. His size was towering as he lifted his head. It was clear that he was no adolescent, yet he had not reached the size much older Wyverns grow to. He is still in his prime.
In a flash, his tail collided with his foes and tossed them far from him. His enormous and terrifying jaws split to display long, deadly fangs before he chomped down on three creatures, all of which had mouths in their bellies. Bones snapped and crunched, their silenced screams signaling their deaths. He spit them out like garbage, and his eyes finally landed back onto the woman. He willed his transformation to drop before her very eyes. Scales, horns and feathers of gold shrunk away into handsome tan skin. His body reformed; wings became arms, the long neck and snout was shortened and tail vanished. The horns on his head were lost within thick raven hair. A charming man stood in place of the Wyvern. He did not spare a second. Knives were drawn and thrown with deadly accuracy at two more belly mouthed creatures that came at the woman. Daggers were the only weapons he had on him, but he displayed astounding skill with them. His movements in battle were like the dances performed in his Clan: graceful, elegant, yet sharp, accurate and swift like a striking viper.
“I hope I am not intruding,” he said to the woman. Spinning on his heels, he turned his back to her and struck a dagger through the legs of a six legged creature, slicing them off on one side. “Care to share the glory?” Amen-ra made no attempt to hide his cocky smirk. Even on the battlefield he maintained his playfulness.
