Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Only the sounds of Yoa's knuckles pounding into Vulcan's face resounded in the eerily silent jungle as the Silver Feather flock watched their newly crowned leader get pummelled into. Each strike of Yoa's fury was more powerful than the last as his beast sought blood and vengeance.
How dare this entitled peacock try to make a claim to his Serakai?! A growl ripped from deep within his chest as his eyes burned into Vulcan's, not seeing anything beyond the memory of Nova trembling in Vulcan's arms, freshly marked, the Nokari ceremony taking place. He couldn't see Vulcan or feel the skin on his knuckles split.
Yoa's attack had been so quick even Vulcan couldn't react in time. He could only accept Yoa's punishing fists, groaning as his cheekbone cracked under the force of this beast. He knew the consequences of taking Nova, but he had no other choice. Ixana ruled with an iron fist, and Ayumi would be no different.
