Horns of the devil - O; Feral Deinonychus

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

As Elsweyr's presence became known to Ares, the child relaxed a bit. Wings dropped to her sides and she pressed her forehead against the lioness, the only one who hadn't attacked her, the only one who didn't see her as a monster. A monster. What Ares truly was, and still this lioness loved her.

Her eyes squeezed shut and she gritted her teeth, nodding quietly to Els' words. Ares didn't spare a glance to Sophiea or Aurum - to her, they only thought she was a monster. An angry thing, erratic and untame. Elsweyr thought different, she was sure. Then the kitten trembled with fear.

[color=#98c3e1]"Speech"

— Reggan