-Author's Point of View-
The clang of a dropped metal disk follows the bang.
King Zayn throws his glass flute across the room and pounces upon Richard, severely wounding him with a morphed claw.
Richard cries out and growls as he then transforms into a lion and jumps away from Zayn before he can wound him again.
The being who was shot drops to his knees and shakily presses a hand to where the bullet hit him. Blood quickly pools in the palm of his hand, as well as stains nearly the entire left side of his torso and tuxedo, and his eyes widen as he then turns towards the Dining Room doors and slowly moves towards them. A raspy 'help' escapes his lips because he can't breathe properly. It feels as if his lungs are filling with blood, and his throat is being clogged up because of said blood.
Zayn then transforms into his large black lion and circles around Richard.
"By the law of this land, any being who attempts to kill an innocent citizen shall be tried. And if they are found guilty, beheaded," Zayn spits, and Richard hunches his shoulders and shows his teeth to try and make himself look bigger and more threatening. "I, King Zayn, hereby declare that you must be tried for your misdoings," he growls as he takes a double step and launches himself towards Richard with open claws and teeth.
"I will not conform to your stupid rules and regulations," Richard yells before baring his own teeth and bracing for impact.
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King Harry hears the clatter of the tray and morphs into his lion self before Louis can comprehend the sound and of what importance it means to the royal. Harry rushes to the Dining Room doors and pushes them open with his head before spotting his brother and a stranger rolling around on the floor and yowling.
A weak gasp snaps Harry's head towards his left, and bright blue eyes well with tears when seeing Harry's emerald green ones.
Louis stomps into the room, gasping for breath, before perking up and shifting closer to Harry when seeing two lions battling a few yards away. When spotting the man crouching into Harry's fur, Louis immediately cries out with a strangled voice.
"Niall!"
Niall looks up and sees Louis; a very weak smile curling onto his face. His body heaves, and blood drips from his mouth before he has the chance to greet Louis. Even in pain, Niall wishes to greet his friends.
Harry turns to Louis and stares into his eyes as he speaks. "Get Niall to the infirmary now. He's losing blood faster than his body can cope with," Harry orders, and Louis nods and morphs into his lioness self and crouches low to the ground.
"Niall, climb onto me, I'll run you there," Louis begs the servant, and the blond-haired man coughs out more blood before crawling towards Louis and shakily lifting himself onto Louis' soft, caramel colored back.
Louis noses Niall's rear all the way onto him and asks him to hold onto his neck to keep balance. Niall snakes his weak arms around Louis and rests his burning head onto the nape of Louis' neck.
Harry and Louis press their foreheads together before Louis takes off and begins to murmur encouraging things to the man who is fluctuating between consciousness and unconsciousness.
"You can do this Niall" ... "Tell me what you see, Niall" ... "Stay strong for me, Niall" ... "Keep your eyes open Niall" ... "Don't die on me, Niall; I won't let you die on me" ...
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Zayn yowls loudly as his back is scratched at, and he quickly twists his head and bites at Richard's outstretched and unguarded arm. Richard cries out and growls low in his throat as he jumps away once more.
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The Lioness Prince (A Larry Stylinson Fan-Fiction.)
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