Twilight sparkle costume3/2/2023 ![]() ![]() I chuckled weakly, "If I don't come back, just assume that Celestia has killed me." Just drink some water and try to get past your hangover." "You want me to come with you?" Coxa asked. She's not going to like this," I groaned. "Then I'm about to get yelled at for nothing. Let’s just hope things turn out for the better. But reality doesn’t have to be believable. In theory, there’s no believable way for them to figure out that it was changelings behind the attack. "That's an understatement," I growled, putting my head in my hooves. Without another word, the communicator shut off. "My King! I can finish the job," Giardia insisted. Damn it all! Now this is truly fucked! I've got a Griffon King who just experienced what he will assume to be an attempt on his life, I've got one near-dead Infiltrator, and I've got a very-much-alive Traitor!' Do the Griffons know of our involvement?" ![]() I'll have a team infiltrate in your stead, but we should assume that your disguises are blown. Nor did we know why he was meeting with the Traitor." "We never found out why the King was with Tarsus without his army," Giardia continued. "Wait, didn't you say there was a third Griffon there?" If there had been a single other Griffon present, neither of us would have gotten away." While he was howling in pain, I grabbed Ent and flew him out of there. I stabbed the base of one of his wings with a knife, severing many of the muscles and tendons located there. "How did you defeat this royal Griffon by yourself?" I sat back, staring at her through the communicator's magical portal. We're alive, but there are patrols that are sweeping the area." King Cyne Frostwing caught Ent as we fled. His presence required a ranged attempt, as any sort of close-range attack would have been ended by the massive griffon. I saw her hold her breath as she awaited my response. Giardia remained still, her head bent low. With a snarl, the King took to the air once more, hell-bent on catching the bastards who were responsible. His eyes caught the next clue to the West, several branches had been broken outwards, away from the hill. ‘But first, I’m going to break these two griffons into pieces!’ “I knew their promises of peace were utter crap! When I finally get Cardinal Farvald, I’m going to flay that piece of shit alive!” The discoloration in the wood indicated that a symbol had been removed recently from the crossbow. The green gem, wreathed with a gold brace, sparkled with feint magic as Empress Gristle spoke.Ĭyne swore as he saw what Gristle pointed out. “I don’t see it,” Cyne responded, eyeing the necklace hanging from his neck wearily. “There’s a mark there,” Empress Gristle whispered. Strands of fur clung to the blades of grass, giving Cyne an idea of what they looked like. The grass was depressed from where the assassin– no, assassins had crawled around. He swiftly picked it up and spun it around in his claws while scanning the area around the hill for clues. On the hill nearby, Cyne found a discarded crossbow. For now, he had to find out who had just hurt Lothar – murdered Lothar. ![]() Rykard’s screeches became more frantic when the fire between them was suddenly blown right into the blind griffon.Ĭyne made a small mental note to apologize later. With a single powerful beat of his wings, Cyne took to the air. There’s nothing– no, he has minutes at best, and nothing I can… The only thing I can do is make sure to catch his murderer!’ “Kill that assassin before they kill you!”Īs the blood pooled around Lothar’s squirming body, Cyne’s head slowly turned to where the shot had come from. “What are you waiting for?” Empress Gristle whispered. The young griffon would be of no help here. Somewhere behind Cyne, Maia was frantically scrambling for her own crossbow, screaming at Cyne to take cover. The poor blind bird had only heard what happened– but the distinct sound of Lothar’s spine being cracked open and the stunned silence that followed left nothing to the imagination. With a gasp, his mind returned to the present. Blood was pouring out of the wound at a rate that spelled doom for the griff. Rykard had said something funny, Lothar and Cyne laughed, and then a claw-long shaft of wood tipped with an iron wedge had embedded itself halfway through Lothar’s neck.Ĭyne’s best friend had fallen to the ground, writhing in shock and surprise. The fact echoed in King Cyne Frostwing’s mind like a bronze bell, tolling over and over and over and….Ĭyne struggled to even remember the seconds before. ![]()
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