105 This cannot possibly be a war.. (1/2)

Tiamat could not helped but shiver. A premonition of terror seemed to sift through his scales as he looked down at the convulsing patron. The creatures seemed to shrivel on themselves as they shrieked.

They had failed the nest father was waking up, and he was in a mighty state of rage. The Yuda patrons glanced around them, a veil of rage covering their savage yellow eyes. The creatures roared a battle cry as they lunged forward, biting scratching and constricting on all that they could get their fangs on.

The winning sea kings could not help but begin to retreat, their original number almost halved by the savage counter attack.

'Rally!' Tiamat screeched out as he dove forwards, his sharp fangs tearing into the exposed torso of a snake that had just risen to its full height. The Yuda screeched but did not move, only rising higher.

With a final glower of pure red hot rage the creature plunged down, smashing against the water with all the force of a falling warship. The water gushed all around as the sea kings were pushed back, they yowled and screeched but still held on, a gritty gleam in their eyes as the glared down at the coming onslaught.

Tiamat knew, if it wasn't for his presence the sea kings would have fled, they were creatures with hardly any sense of camaraderie after all, they would just as easily abandon another of their race if it meant their continued survival.

True most of the older and wiser of the race could put aside differences and work towards something, but, the younglings could not. He could see it, the ones at his side visibly trembling as their instincts seemed to fight to gain control over them. They wanted to flee, they would have fled, but Tiamat was there and so their fate was sealed.

The sea kings were a race that was often misjudged for their level of intelligence, their savagery and of course their overall anatomy. It was believed that though the creatures came in different shapes and figures, there was something that still unified them as a race, Tiamat was an example of such an assumptions challenge.

He was an infernal born to grow to one day become the strongest beneath the surface of the sea.

With a shout that roared with defiance he shot forward, no longer caring for the state of those that wished to flee, he shot off the crest of a massive wave that had formed as the water of the earlier Yuda fall returned from the side of the jagged mountain that surrounded their isolated battle ground.

His eyes glazed forward as his blood burned, the air split crisply to the sides as he landed on the face of the Yuda. The huge serpent swayed back, surprise in its eyes. With the opening that that had brought Tiamat sunk his teeth into the Yuda's eyes.

With a spurt of blood the creature roared, with a fountain of blood the creature fell, and with the satisfying taste of brain matter Tiamat screeched.

Unfortunately for him however, his would bear witness to two scenes that would strike fear into even his reptilian heart. His cold blood would freeze and he would enter hell…

The skies around him darkened as he made out the inside of a Yuda's maw, he squealed to the side plunging into the sea and hiding under the massive dead creature's floating carcass. The Yuda above seemed not to care as it took a massive bite.

With blood, bone and taut muscle fibers it grinned.

Then the world shuddered and clouds descended into the cloudless sky. The pink that existed in the atmosphere wafted higher, a putrid red taking its place. And as Tiamat glanced on, the island that stood at the very center of the mountain crumbled to the side, a monstrous eye glaring down at them…

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I couldn't help but gulp as I glared at the body of the monster that had just awoken. I could feel a primeval terror seep into my bones as I craned by head upwards. The part of the crew that was still in the fragrant temple panting behind me as a flabergasted glance was shot towards the crumbling temple.

Luckily the group had managed to get out relatively unscathed, with the only known casualty being a particular psychopath that had made life difficult for the currently shocked and semi naked high priestess.

The temple lay now in ruins, our ears still ringing with the cacophony that had accompanied the fall of the huge building . A stream of red could be seen evasively flowing through the fallen debris, a collection of mutilated limbs all around.

Those were the priests that had still remained inside the building. Terrick had made no plans to save them, and even looked on impassively at the fallen men and women. The only real emotion on his face was the traces of fear that followed the appearance of the massive signs of old and broken dull looking scales.

The creature hadn't actually surfaced, only signs of its presence had already mowed the tallest and most important building in the entire island.

A low growl came from the wreckage as pinkish water began to appear from under the broken debris. The foundation of the building had come clean off, the only thing on the island that protected it from being flooded had been torn down and the pinkish red water that appeared moved snail-like to submerge the entire structure.

With a final bellow a angular head could be seen finally appearing in our gaze. A towering head that seemed to glower down at us from the heavens itself.

Red eyes lazily moved from left to right as a forked tongue the size of a two storied house flicked out from the gargantuan head.

The eye moved right, a hungry gaze at a portion of the island. It gazed blearily at the houses before slowly moving left. Again all it could see was buildings.

It slowly craned its head backwards as it sought to get a clear image of all that surrounded it. True it had not moved forward, but every sway of its head sent tremors through the island. The cobblestone cracked and the land inclined upwards.