Letting out a frustrated yell at failing, Cyrus paused. He looked up as the lion ascended into the air, hiding some of the bright stars that he used to find his way across the desert. A pang of fear resounded against his heart, as he saw the beast's mouth curl up in a wicked smile. Clenching his fists and tightening his jaw, the prince was smart enough to walk backwards a bit. It was hard to keep a steady gaze against Ralarulash, but he managed to somehow. 

There was no way he would show any weakness. However, he couldn't help the flinch that graced his features when the lion spoke. He had been expecting an attack, or maybe a ferocious roar that would shatter his eardrums and make blood gush out. Instead he was given a sly offer. The prince's golden eyes shone in the night like twin stars. It was a captivating offer, and if he was smart, he would take it. Freedom... As a prince, he had all the freedom he wanted. He couldn't imagine how a mere animal could take that away from him. Winged lions were once hunted by sorcerers and alchemists for their pelts and feathers, but Cyrus grit his teeth in irritation as he was called an alchemist. Didn't this animal know anything?

"Power, you say?" Cyrus said, held held high, despite the situation. He then glared fiercely. "I don't care what your so-called potent and powerful feathers can do, I only care for your feathers, Mr. Leon..." He said with a huff, crouching in a fighting stance. "Deals... They are for the weak, aren't they? You should have known by now..." He said, crouching even further to scoop a bunch of sand onto a muffler, which he promptly removed. Then, in one defiant motions, he flung it at the deity, spreading the sand all over and hopefully creating a makeshift smokescreen. Then he lunged once more, determined to grab at least once feather. But he had another plan... 

Whenever he saw a desert avian take off, a feather would usually break off and the bird would grow new ones. So far, he hadn't seen a feather come out of Ralarulash's down, but he was determined to try. He had no right to kill the creature, and he knew it. Having a ruler who killed the land's true kings and queens would only rub the common people the wrong way. Not to mention the spirits.