Pack Event- The Mountains were Groaning

Permission to pp Tenzin was granted ;>

With a powerful thrust, he tossed the white wolf aside, uttering a thunderous and deep outcry of rage. He whirled around to face the monk, though he had underestimated his own strength; the wolf was sent rolling along the dirt some ways away before he managed to stabilize on his paws. And then, he raised his eyes. The dragon was met with a glare opposite his own; the two of them were opposing forces, completely and entirely paradoxical of one another. A creature of the skies and heaven, of white and blue, stood in the shadow of the hellhound of grey and orange. They met the other with a look of violent aggression, of hatred; a rivalry long ago birthed. He stared at the monk, lips still curled back as he produced loathsome words in the language of their past.

She was not here. Forcing him to say it, perhaps it would become real, evident to the monk, too; perhaps he would understand the consequences. Surely he failed to now, for he stood before Raheerah in the safety of the heart of the valley, without Lham by his side. Without so even going out to look for her. He must not have understood the depth of the situation. He must not have truly admired Lham, like he did. He was not loyal. He was a traitor. The beast had begun to step forward, slowly sliding himself towards the monk, prepared to punish him further. It was not the name that harmed him. For as many time as the monk would spit it at him, he would revel in it. It was a name that incited fear. It had made the monks quake. It gave him power.

No. It was the command that made his blood turn to ice. A memory of sudden, overwhelming darkness. A thousand voices all rose up from the ground like stone walls, they blocked him in. Together they had overcome him and dragged him down to his prison, with just those words alone. No. He would not allow the monk to imprison him again. Tenzin had promised freedom, so long as the dragon would protect his Goddess. He had not gone back on his word, and he would not let the monk do so, either.

From the moment he froze, all sanity escaped him. Vehement frenzy consumed him. He would not be imprisoned again. Raheerah launched at the white wolf and heedless of his safety, swung his jaws towards the man's forehead and eyes, slashing into the skin and grasping his skull to throw the wolf down once more into the dirt. He spared no time diving down at the monk; the two of them engaged in a vicious flurry of snarls, flying fangs and scraping nails. Raheerah's only intention was to punish him. He would violently drive his teeth into the man's skin, he would grab what he could and slam it back onto the ground, to emphasize his rage; and, eventually, they had rolled close enough to the tree that the dragon re-emerged on his paws and maintained a grasp on Tenzin's throat. Had he truly nothing left in this world, the dragon would have torn it out there. But Raheerah had far greater plans for the monk, and they would bank on the moment his Lham's death was confirmed.

For now, she still lived. And thus did the monk. A roar bubbled up from him as he hoisted the white wolf up and threw him against the tree, drawing conclusion to their short scuffle. He panted; his spine rose and fell with heavy breaths. Blood stained his teeth and the corners of his mouth, and what gashes marred his body as a result of the monk's defenses. "KU-SHO KA-BAR YO-RE TAN-DA?" He roared, clicking his teeth as he closed in on the male once more. "Yoou haave failed! Yoouu aare unwoorrthy of leeaading thisss paaradiise." Raheerah bristled, eyes ablaze. "Yoouu aare noo moore thaan a scoouuurge on thiis Vaale. Ii wiiilll wreennnch it fromm perridiitionn!" Another eruption as he hovered close to the monk and snapped his jaws before the man's face. His voice then dropped dreadfully low, and his eye fixed on the twin blue orbs set into his skull. "Kuuu-sshho ngeey zhuuu-paa khyeeen-soonnng-ngeeey?" The dragon hissed.

He didn't care for an answer. The beast tore away from him. Briefly, he caught sight of Acacia and Xi'nuata. He didn't care to register the looks on their faces. He didn't care to know how they felt, or what they saw; there was only a fleeting twinge of shame that his wife had to witness the monk's punishment before he erupted into a jagged howl - "LHHAAAAAMMM!" - calling for his Goddess, and returning to the slump of debris that had only minutes ago chased him from her location.

exit Raheerah!