Night Of The Living Writer 2020

October 18th: Feather

The white stallion Pegasus flew through the air as the black furred wolf Lupus ran below her. The two quickly approached a giant cyclops as he went to step on a small village that had been having villagers taken by the cyclops these last few nights in handfuls leaving just a few people left.

The two seemed to shimmer as they shifted into their more human forms and as a bubble of light flew under the giant's foot Lupus shot a beam of pure darkness that knocked the cyclops to his side making him lose his balance and fall onto the nearby forest.

Lupus sank into the ground and popped back up right next to the giants arm and sent a blade of shadow right for his elbow and it would've severed it if he hadn't moved faster than Lupus expected. The giant lifted his hand and went for the kill on Lupus but a horde of feathers appeared in a cloak over Lupus and when they faded he was next to Pegasus and she was on the ground about a hundred feet out from the dragon.

Sending a feather up it looked like it turned to steel before it whisked around the cyclops cutting it in the smallest but most dangerous spots.

"We did the job and saved the village. Now let's go before you almost get yourself killed again." Pegasus hummed. "I know you're protective of me sis but I could've taken it. Don't forget we can't die we just become stardust and have to reform." Lupus replied with a smirk as they walked away from the village, grimacing as they heard a crackle and a small wave of blood took down a small house.