Horns of the devil - O; Feral Deinonychus

Muscle to muscle, and toe to toe
The fear has gripped me, but here I go

The beast halted her display as she looked toward Elsweyr, that same nagging voice higher and louder now in her head. Regret flashed in those yellow eyes before she felt talons dig into her snout and she screamed, recoiling away and hiding her face in her own wings before any more damage could be done. Sophiea's voice fell on deaf ears but the arrows that stuck into Are's legs forced her to look, a wild fury and panic set in her eyes. Two wanted her to stand down, one wanted a fight. She didn't turn her body to face Sophiea, confusion set upon her scaled face, twisting into a pained expression as she clutched her horns again. [color=#98c3e1]"Nonnononono.. NO!"

The earth met her face and she fell, a whimpering mess as she pulled arrows from her legs, wings folded around her to hide her body from them. A sob reached the beast's throat but couldn't escape as the anger flared again. Arrows removed from her legs she stood tall again, shaking her head vigorously. Still that crying in her head got louder and louder, pleading for no harm to them. It was almost tearing her apart.

[color=#98c3e1]"Speech"

— Reggan