FantasyEquine

Wolken had already left our side, and moved to talk to a dark bay Mescar, who looked like a foal next to him. I heard them conversing in Mescan, but my attention was focused on the ever tightening circle of Mescars around us. I had shrunk back without even realizing it, lowering my center of gravity and letting my wings angle down and back, hovering over Donicon. The Mescars still inched forward, some with their teeth bared slightly in the beginning of a snarl. Shiara landed behind me, and her hooves clattered loudly against the stone. Wolken turned to see what the noise was, and saw the shrinking circle of Mescars. He snarled something tha