Sunspire Mountains And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke

apologies for the wait! <3

Anchored.

The flame had latched herself to pock-marked skin as he lurched, incisors clung to flesh and fur; a sonorous growl was summoned from his throat as she dangled, sunset skidding perilously from cragged rock. It was not just the fire guard lurking above a fathomless plunge, but Aries too – where her jaws had tethered to his hide, her weight tugged him forward, incessant tears marring at his skin. Forward, ever-etching toward the ledge—

A bestrewing of stone tumbled, shattered and echoed at the mountain’s bed.

Snapping his jaws again, hefty paws steeled upon the rock beneath, bidding his body to still; if stone yearned to fall, it would surely not fall alone. They could not linger here until the sun slept, his weight could not keep them afloat for long. The phantom king tugged backward, heaving his body and writhing like a snake to dissuade her grappled jaws; still, he attempted to pull them both back, should gums and their canines remain lodged by his throat. Her demise could very well mirror his own.

Heart pounded upon ferric ribs – war-drums, awaked. He thrived in moments like this, the threat of death at their spines.