The truth hidden behind the moon's shadow was not easy to unveil. Now the fight for freedom will be all blood and bones. War is brewing on the edge of the horizon and kingdoms will fall at the tip of her blade.
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Onyx Ashrevion is a demi-hybrid an...
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Onyx felt her breath leave her lips in a silent plea as the Emperor of Elsavior smiled down at her, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her eyes. "Don't you look lovely this afternoon."
The Siphon felt her cheeks grow warm, her gaze sliding from his intense stare to Venix who simply questioned him with a raised brow, resting her hands on her hips. "And to think Rheynoak was the only dramatic one here" she hissed.
Draco turned his gaze over to the Bloodbone, eyes the marks that decorated the back of her neck. "Spare me your charms, Venix" he hissed, smirking down at her. He patted the Siphon's head, squeezing his way between the two friends to survey the crowd that stood silently before him.
"I must say I am disappointed. I was expecting a much more grand entrance than this unbearable silence" he said harshly, crossing his hands over his chest. Those dark, ruby ringed eyes of his surveyed the members of his nemesis tribe, his gaze hardening on them. "If this is what Rheynoak calls a welcome, I am truly disappointed in this tribe."
The silence weighed down in the atmosphere in a thick coat, the tension so pure, it could have been cut with a knife. Wary eyes strayed from his gaze, directing their gazes to the floor and whispers traveled fast.
After what seemed like hours had passed by, the crowd shifted, the whispers stopping as a figure emerged through. A black cloak kissed the sand, followed by a tall silhouette that had blazing hazel eyes and a frown etched on his face.
"And the infestation begins," the tribe leader said, frowning as he glared at his nemesis with hateful eyes. The Emperor smiled, waving his hand. "Your words are too kind Rheynoak but this dull gathering you call a tribe is rather unimpressive."
The tribe leader growled, balling his hands into a fist. "You keep your filthy mouth shut, you damned excuse for a life" he threatened, baring his teeth. "Get the hell off my tribal grounds."
"I did tell you I was dropping by and technically, it's your father that passed down the tribe to you so you didn't really work for any of this, did you?" Draco hissed, twirling a finger at him. "You just forced more unfortunate souls into your grasp."
Rheynoak growled once again, taking several steps towards his nemesis. His hands didn't hesitate as they grasped him the throat, squeezing every inch of breath there was. The Emperor struggled underneath his grasp, stuttering his words out. No one moved to do anything, all of them frozen with fear as they watched.
Draco rolled out his eyes the front of the crowd, catching sight of Onyx and Alesandria watching in fear. A smirk pulled on his lips, his fingers grasping those that strangled him. "Keep this up and those two will know your dirty secret, traitor."
In an instant, those hazel eyes stopped burning, the fingers loosening around his neck. The tribe leader raised his eyes to scan the crowd, taking in the terrified faces that surrounded him and the concerned expression that crossed the Siphon's face. Her gold eyes raised to meet his, a frown on her lips.
