Leviathan-03

Mace’s POV ——— Mace made it back to his heaping pile of golden rocks, dropping a couple more beside it. It was growing, and it was growing quite fast.. which meant it was now time to defend it. He stood his ground, baring his teeth to the haedians that looked upon his smaller body. “Dare to take from me?” He growled, fur bristling and ready for action. His dug his claws into the ground and prepared himself. A haedian, black and brown, leapt at him. The haedian’s wings gave it some height from the ground as it crashed upon Mace’s frame. He winced in pain as the haedian sunk his teeth down into Mace’s scruff. “Let go!” Mace yelled, turning his head to nip the attacker’s leg. He held on well enough, but not enough to draw blood.. this wasn’t the type of game to truly injure someone. Or so he thought. They rolled over one another, claws flying and teeth glistening. Soon though, the haedian gave up; a rough hiss coming from its throat before slinking off to sit on the side lines. He had

Mace’s POV ——— Mace was saddened to hear that Taz was finished. His companion knew he couldn’t last within the depths any longer, his body aching for the sunlight. The Forgotten clan had come to an end and it was now time to move on, with or without Taz, Mace thought to himself. “Don’t worry, I will see you again once my business is finished down here.” Mace spoke to the other vayron, a soft smile appearing along his face. “Alright be safe.” Taz replied, dipping his head before walking off to join a group of haedians waiting to escort him from the caverns. Cailu approached Mace, a grim look upon his face. “It is time to move on.” He uttered, a brow raising as he awaited a response. Mace nodded, catching one last glimpse of Taz before turning away to follow his guide deeper into the caves. “So, the Brutes?” Mace questioned, attempting to learn about this next group a bit more. His previous interactions had not been the best thus far. “Yes. They are the laborers, the ones that put the

Taz’s POV ——— “We shall aim for the depthstriders this time. Are you all ready?” The haedian male asked, receiving nods of agreement. Taz could feel his fur bristling. He was uncertain but he knew this is what he wanted to do. He needed to help this clan at all costs.. he wanted to. Taz wondered if he was going about this the correct way, but he was already in too deep. He was covered in coal, his body carrying a satchel of rocks and crystals. His haedian friends had bugs, rope, and other tools that had been handcrafted or stolen. He thought it was quite impressive at how these creatures worked. They were incredibly crafty and sneaky.. they knew all the little chambers and corridors that this cave system carried. Even though he and his companions walked through the dark, their senses were heightened. Taz snuck behind a larger, melanistic haedian, watching as the male’s wings were lying flat along his back and his tail swaying. Taz, obviously, was still intimidated by their size. He was