@magiccharmer liked for a starter.
Aatrox wasn’t sure what to make of the vastayan, not was he ready for him. He was certain that there was only one, and to his surprise, there were more. It wasn’t a pleasant surprise but more of a rude awakening. Especially when this one seemed very indifferent about approaching the towering darkin. Possibly not indifferent, maybe he just didn’t know exactly how much trouble this could cause for him.
Dark lips pulled into a thin line as he watched the whirl of feathers. The bright plumage shifting colors in the sunlight, reflecting like gold against smoldering flames. Was this small one showing off? He couldn’t exactly tell what he was rattling on about. He wondered to himself if it actually had any importance, or was it just pure nonsense.
