Wyvern of the Wind

Genesis (1/2)

(sidenote: bry is pronounced as be-ry, according to the translator I used)

10:55 dusk (du), the day before Aether's first day

The guards roamed the large palace-like building, taking watch on the ground, up in the air, and everywhere in between. Their claws held their weapons and they scoured vigilantly, their eyes narrowed with stern expression.

Atop the west tower, two guards stood, their eyes scanning the horizon: a copper-colored wyvern, whose red tint in his scales is hidden by the shadows of the night, and a wyvern with nightshade-colored scales, his deep purple and violet hues blended in with the night. They were turned away from each other when the former chuckled to himself.

"So, little bry. D'ya think that Adonia's gonna be ousted from her cell anytime soon?" Bivyres asked, a playful chuckle escaping his throat as he patrolled the land with his eyes.

The wyvern opposite him sighed in slight annoyance. "I doubt that, considering that she does have a knack for her showing off that temper of hers," he replied curtly. "Now keep watch or the general's gonna nag us again."

"Aww, since when did you become so..unadorable?" Bivyres scoffed playfully. 

"I doubt that's a word, Bivyres." Noctifer shot back, paying no mind to him whatsoever. "Now get back to your post or I'll whip your tongue off."

"And since when has idle chatter become a part of your duties?" a stern voice ripped through the silence and pierced their ears. Stygian walked in, his tail dragging on the floor as he eyed both of them, who quickly went back to position.

"C-C'mon General, we haven't spent any time with each other for a while." Biyres nervously chuckled. "Besides, we've been very good boys to you for basically our whole time doing this job." His last statement made Noctifer cringe, a rush of blood entering his cheeks and jaws though no one could see it.

"Cut that out, Bivyres," Noctifer replied curtly, succeeding in keeping a straight face. "Apologies for our unprofessionalism, good sir. We will remain focused on our patrol. Right Bivyres?"

Bivyres nodded, but his smirk betrayed his attitude. "Of course, Noct. My eyes are everywhere, ya know."

Stygian sighed and shook his head. "What am I going to do with you two..." the dark wyvern thought to himself before giving them one final glare of warning. "I've placed you two as guards because I trust your talents and judgment. You better not waste it, not even after a single slip-up on your end."

The pair nodded as Stygian headed back inside, but not before checking the horizons one more time.

His claws scrapped the stony hallways as he walked down the tower, going lower and lower until he reached a familiar pathway. With an audible sigh, he stepped into the corridor at the very bottom of the tower. Within the empty halls was a door situated at the very end of the path. Candlelights illuminated the room in an eerie fashion as their orange lights highlighted every shadow of the corridor. As he reached the door ominously scratched with a crossed-out "NEVER ENTER, MONSTER INSIDE" at the front door, he gently knocked.

"Adonia?" he spoke with a gentle voice. "May I come in?"

"Leave me alone, scumbag." a raspy voice on the other end spoke. "Go away."

The wyvern sighed. "I brought your favorite, Adon..." he said, half-expecting her to not accept. After a long silence, the voice on the other end responded. 

"Fine."

Stygian then unlocked the door and let himself in, closing it behind him. Inside was pitch black, with only a small candle on the other end to illuminate Adonia's red scales and pitch black horns. She turned her small head and met Stygian's blue eyes with her bloodshot pupils that had black, circular pools swirling right at its center. Stygian's eyes widened as he went up to her.