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The beast seemed less than afraid but more offended. The scale like fur raised like dangers indicated the light which illuminated the surrounds had inspired more hostility. There as Reaver sat waiting, his instincts engaged the Fenrir howled... a roar like wail shattering ice in a catastrophic manner. Around them their current island was more ice than rock and now was specks. The wall Reaver and Delsa were on had become a dramatic wasteland of rubble. Hopelessly they seemed to plummet. The creature staring at them from above while they descended.

Falling from light into darkness they descended into what was thought to be an abyss. An endless void contrasting the sky. Snow and specks of earth followed them downward. During Reaver's attempt to balance it was visible his body was slightly sleeked with ice. Delsa's heat did help but as they were now plunged into pure darkness and still falling it was clear they wouldn't be flying back up. Amongst their fall the tail around Delsa's waist moved her to the male's claws. The black surface of their edges gently gliding around he saw but shimmers of light and liquid beneath them...

Ever so tenderly as to seem comforting he was making himself into a bullet like shape to enter the liquid. The reason behind this? So the pair didn't die. The scythe like tail moving to spin them was left spiralling behind. The moment of truth came when the water tension was passed through safely. Of course having took the blunt of the small portion of damage Reaver was spent. The effort placed into that previous action and getting his own wings partially injured they were stuck temporarily on foot for the following day.

After their dive Reaver slipped from the girl. Drifting downward in the liquid slowly the light made by strange luminescent mushrooms barely revealed the male in the water along with her light. His body limp but alive one of this story's authors hoped Delsa could swim...