<div style="text-align: center"><b>***Donchen***</b>​</div><br/>It did not take long for the girls to hear the deafening and terrifying screams of their kin reach up till the top bath-floors of the platform-based village. The trio of flamingo girls widened their eyes and shivered of the ear-piercing cries of terror, notes that were sung without rhythm or love filled the village with death and despair.  The girls flew up, already seeking out for their closest relatives to find and protect them, to drag them along towards the ships that were meant in case of danger. A protocol that has not been practised since the origins of the village.<br/><br/>The only one that stayed behind was the youngest, fumbling with her feathers and biting her nails as her frightened eyes watched Donchen dress. Every now and then she gasped at the sound of a terrifying bang followed with flashing luminous green eruptions that lid up the darkened skies within the village. Birini flinched each time she saw them, nearing the couple closer and closer until Donchen had finally finished his clothing, she picked him up from underneath his armpits and flew with a speed not used before towards the decks where Dal’tek was. It was there that the main bridge and connections to the sea descended to the shores, and it was there were the Yahnus would be able to enter last with their masses.<br/><br/>When the pink Aviari landed on the platform, she could already see the dread and fear mirroring in her leaders eyes. Upon hearing the voice of her friend and teacher, she let go of Donchen and followed Kali to wherever the woman would lead them towards. Her heartbeat was pounding in a rhythm too fast for any humanbeing to survive, it almost made her think she would die like a hummingbird tonight.<br/><br/>Suddenly she yowled aloud with utter agony. Looking down she saw a dark metal shard of metal protruding through her chest cavity, trembling with her pulsing breath. Birini could feel herself weaken and her rich life essence seemed to pulse and splutter out around the dark material.<br/><br/>With a slick, wet wrenching sound she watched the black metal disappear and the pain altered into strange numbness. The light faded from her eyes as the last images flashing before her were blood flooding out of the wound she tried so desperately to cover with her hands. All of a sudden it felt as though her own form was too heavy to support and she slumped sideways with a pained wheeze to reveal the first of the assaulting yahnus in a low combat pose. The three-eyed soldier held a bloodied sword in his hand, with his face unreadable beyond the black mask. The pain didn’t last long, as the world turned into an all-encompassing blackness when she felt a soft gentle breeze take her away to the beyond. Unbeknownst is was the Yahnus crawling over her soft pink feathered body to turn on other targets on the platform.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>***Darion***</b>​</div><br/>Bethatha felt went rigid ontop of Darion, the feeling of having a cock as big as this human inside of her tight cunny was too good to be true. She moved her feathery soft fingertips over his chest, curling them between his stubbly chesthair, almost as if she wanted to feel every inch of him, explore his entire skin like it was a ocean to be sailed or a desert to be crossed. But it couldn’t last, the human was not the only one who heard the piercing cry of death ring inside of his ears, she too heard the screaming of her kin being followed by more howls of pain in the night. It didn’t take long to mount of his body and wrap her arms around herself to look up to her brethren if they had heard it too, only to meet frightened eyes and terrifying gazes towards the sounds on the other side of the village.<br/><br/>It was close, very close, and the fire that suddenly blazed on the rooftops of the houses furthest away already seemed to eat their way towards their destination. Alapha too sat up straight, and was terrified, she immediately lunged towards the pile of armour as soon as Darion asked her to help him. Shoving a foot against Bethatha’s thigh made her wake up from her shock and help unclasp and clasp the difficult but brightly coloured chain mail around the human warriors body. In a matter of seconds, with trembling fingers and shivering bodies the two women had been able to dress Darion in protecting gear. He was now wearing the strong heavily decorated warrior suits of their kin, protecting him from his shins up to his neck, with a strange shoulderpad curving it’s way to fend off any cuts towards his arteries.<br/><br/>The women were still terrified but able to speak before they both took an arm in their hands and flew him up towards the highest platform of their village, up to were Dal’tek already has been defending his brethren with lightning and thunder.<br/><br/><b>‘’You, have to help, family get to ships. Our only way out of village, please’’</b><br/><br/>Completely out of the blue came the fateful strike. A retina-searing blast of green light surged from the lowest depths of the village and punched clean through Bethatha's lower half. Her legs and waist simply vaporised and a shower of crimson gore and reek of burned flesh. She made the slightest squeal of pain then went very still indeed. He hands that had been holding the strong muscled arms of Darion suddenly went weak and let go of him, making a screaming and shocked Alapha trying to reach out for her little sister. Bethatha had almost let the warrior fall, as she faltered in the air, trying to keep herself flying with the increasing weight as she watched with horror her sister’s eyes go blank in the air. The magic of the young virgin still surged through her beating heart making her fly a few precious seconds in the air until finally shreds of flesh showered down to the ground, followed shortly by the lifeless corpse of the dead girl.<br/><br/>Alapha crashed into the platform, just before the knees of Kali who was directing a panicking crowd of her kin running over the bridges towards the small boats that would bring those who can’t fly to the ships. Those who could, flew straight up from the landing platforms and helped whoever they could to reach the escape-boats. The older sister cried, screaming out into the sky as she felt Darion tumble and fall besides her. Her eyes were wide-open as she sang a terrifying song of death, half-screamed and half said to the full moon lighting up the scene of bloodshed down below. Just watching the gorgeous blue feathered woman with her arms wide-open and her hand turned upwards in the air crying in utter despair was enough for anyone to know, that what was happening to the village was unforgiveable and unmentionably cruel.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>***Arouland***</b>​</div><br/>The night had seemed so innocent, so sweet for young little girl. She had made friends with the strangest and coolest creature ever, and as she felt herself being carried in his arms, she could only think of him as her superman. He was her superhero, and even though he could not fly like her mother, he seemed to try his very best to carry her into safety. Her mind was oblivious to most that happened around her, although she felt terrified of the screams and cries in the night. Her skin raised all the little feathers on her body, creating a soft and fluffy ball of the young girl. Sometimes she got a glimpse of what happened around her, but the ramen had been efficient to shield her eyes from the terrifying sights he was walking them through.<br/><br/>Sparkle screamed loudly. A shower of flensed body parts that were once the beautiful and gorgeous blue feathered sister of Alapha fell from the sky and drenched Twinkles mother in its putrid coating. The foul smelling sludge got into her feathers, making her gag and claw at her eyes to clear them out as fast as she could.<br/><br/>Twinkle could hear her hero make a noise she couldn’t place and felt him quickly stoop to over her cover the her eyes, shielding her from the taint-covered form of her mother. But it had been too late, she was already able to see the her mother between the gaps of Forans claws, drenched in blood and strange blue feathers that didn’t match with her mums own coat.<br/><br/>Sparkle whimpered and frantically scooped the remains of some poor unfortunate out of her eyes. She needn’t have bothered trying. A moment later her pretty head erupted in a flare of green light. Fragments of skull and brain matter exploded in all directions, leaving behind a ragged semi-circle of charred flesh between her shoulder blades.  It had been the general who had noticed the screaming and panicked form of the bronze coloured beautiful bird trying to clean herself from the dead flesh that had fallen out of the sky. The general had watched its beautiful kill fall down, and could not believe its luck to see it give them another aim to hit. Nevertheless, it’s dead stare behind the gasmask was now fixed onto the Ramen with the trembling and screaming young child in his arms.<br/><br/>The mother of the child had already collapsed forwards onto her knees. Blood, still scolding hot from the magical detonation flowed forth, soaking the now orphaned child and Ramen in its sickly crimson hue.<br/><br/><b>‘’Get him alive, kill the child.’’</b><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
<b>***Verita***</b>​</div><b><br/>
“ Sometimes through loss, you grow. In every fall there lies an opportunity to get up once more, to rise to even greater heights. What you may perceive as a loss, dear may be but a blessing in disguise. As humans say, there is often silver linings in dark clouds? I think that fits.”</b><br/><br/>Verita listened to the words, the explanation of Kali that took most of her worries away. The young woman visibly sat upright and smiled, a genuine smile, as she felt her worries and fear slowly melt away. They weren’t completely gone, there was still this nagging feeling, this strange premonition of terrible times to come that ate at the back of her mind. She couldn’t quite place the idea of it, and almost blamed it on the soft notes being sung by the ashen elf on the edge of the platform. Everything seemed so out of place this night, even the eerie lights of the village almost made the young girl feel as if there was something awful prepared to take this strange sense of security away.<br/><br/>It seemed that she had been right, and oh how much she had wanted to be wrong. Standing up from the table, clutching a handful of berries that splat open and sprayed juices in her eyes. It temporarily blinded her, making her feel like an utter fool in the midst of this chaos. She could hear the screams now as well, pinching one eye closed as she peered through her wet eyelashes towards dal’teks horrified expressions. The village was under attack, and here she was, stumbling and being her clumsy self when it could not have been more inappropriate. She tried thinking of a way to defend herself, but all she could come up with was a soft mumbling of words, a shield of thin magic that shimmered over her skin to prevent any harmful object from piercing it.<br/><br/>Yes, she thought to herself, that’s all that I’m useful for, protecting myself with a flimsy piece of magic even the dumbest aspiring warlock could pierce through. She watched however, with big almond shaped eyes how Dal’tek pierced the sky with his thundering energy, how Dawn was able to create this beams of electric light from her daggers, and how Kali staggered onto her feet, already thinking clearly enough to direct the fleeing Aviari towards a safer haven. All Verita could do was walk backwards, out of the midst of the chaos to the other end of the platform until her feet found the edge of it. Thinking she was safe around all these warriors, she had never been so wrong in her life before.<br/>The young druid watched the Yahnus advance on the dining platform, stab the pink flamingo girl that had brought Donchen back from the baths. She imprinted the look of horror and terrifying screams that pierced the air now so close to her, she could feel it tear inside of her heart. Verita could feel the death of the creature, the energy flow through the air wasted and worn away by the cold steel of a blade. A tear, now filled with emotion rather than the sour acid of the fruits, she cried as death enfolded before her. A death she could do nothing about.<br/><br/><br/>The yahnus yelled out something in their own sprawling tongue and pointed in her direction. A chatter of acknowledgement followed and they loped forwards,  crawling over the dining table and knocking off the food as they began closing upon the human woman in a heartbeat. One of theirs leaped forth into Dawns direction, his sword help up high in the air as he trusted it forwards hoping to hit her. It was an act of keeping her busy, when the others flew past the young woman and went straight for their target, now pressed against the tree that held the platform up.<br/><br/>One of the soldiers produced a net and before Verita could respond he had hurled it over her, snaring her limbs in a tangle of tightly woven ropes. She screamed, oh how she screamed as loud as she could but it did not matter. The vile three-eyed creature had the wind knocked out of her as one of the other lithe yahnus pounced and pinned her down against the platform deck.<br/><br/>The remaining yahnus formed a defensive circle around their prey, waiting patiently for their squadmate to hogtie the snivelling and frightened little thing. All she could think now were thoughts of desperation, of pure love towards her father and her fellow travellers. But somehow something wasn’t right, there was something off about this strange happening.<br/><br/><i>Why were they tying her up, as the rest of the village and every bird they would see in their vicinity was being murdered right on the spot. Why was she being kept alive, and protected like the most precious cargo existed?</i><br/><br/><b>‘’Heeeelp, Arkhos, Y’vaste… please… Help me…’’</b><br/><br/>She screamed, until a rag got put into her mouth, enabling her to use any more magic or cry out for help.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>