Silver Strings and Gold Ribbons

The rain picked up further, and was now dumping shards of cold glass against the long body of Vincent's divine serpent form.

It hurt as he scraped his delicate skin against the rough mountain side, but it had been the best thing to do, and as each pretty scale shattered into bits, the male wolves he had come to pick up didn't need instruction as they jumped on the moving dragon, and abandoned their supplies.

Just as Vincent suspected, it wasn't long as different soldiers began to pop out from different portions of the crevices. Some had pikes, some had guns, and some had weapons he had seen in human history books, but forgot what they were called.

They hurt, that was for sure - so despite forgetting the name, the pain was more than enough of a lesson for him to want to remember them once he got back home and got a refresher course.

Red and black fragments of his sparking scales dressed the rocks as Jyriah leaned towards Joss as far as he could, but Joss merely turned his back and shook his head.

"This isn't the time for this!" Jyriah shouted as he ran quickly towards the end of Vincent's body.

He was right, it really wasn't. Usually he would entertain Joss' dramatic moves, but there was no way he was going to leave Joss alone. So either the silver male was going to grasp his hand and pull him aboard, or he was going to jump onto the mountain side and die with him.

It was a good thing that Jyriah wasn't ready to die yet - and that he was far more stubborn than his mate was. With a mighty lean and determination pushing his legs, the redhead was able to seize his silver haired love by his low ponytail and pulled with all of his might.

There were many snaps of hair breaking free from their roots, but luckily the transition from ground to scales wasn't long, and Jyriah held Joss in his embrace as the hard, cold air pushed against his face and sent sharp blades of ice across his face.

The sleet was starting to turn to snow, and now even if they came back to finish their original job, the snow would be covering everything. There was no way they could recover.

Vincent picked his flight speed up as they had collected the last of their party, and even though he was taking strikes, bullets, and spears to his flesh, he continued still to push on.

Veltar and Ajax were so focused on hanging on, that it hadn't even registered with them that a projectile was blasting towards them. There was an audible sound of moist flesh splitting, the sharp yelp, and hot blood spurting out of a serious wound. The heat and chill met with one another so violently that there was steam from the splatter as it flew through the air.

Ajax reached over in instinct and grabbed Veltar's hands before they moved the shard of metal in his left eye.

As long as it wasn't pulled out, he could heal from it. Ajax was no doctor, but he knew enough to remember seeing his fellow soldiers lose precious limbs and organs from disturbing the puncture site.

Veltar was starting to go into shock and again, Ajax replied with his residual knowledge on the battle field and screamed over the howling wind and chorus of shots ringing out towards them that echoed poorly in the sleeting snow.

"Stay awake - you know you have to-" he reminded the shaking male whose hands were trembling with both fear and pain.

Josh was so devastated, and was feeling so guilty about how badly this plan had gone, that he couldn't even hear the screams of his pack mates. Everything just sounded blurry and foggy. Words were more like blobs of sound, and the only thing that stood out from the freezing cold were the spots where Jyriah's warm flesh was sheltering him.

It was a complete and total cluster bomb of trouble, and unfortunately it cost everyone on that team dearly, and when they got home to finally break the bad news, it would steal away the glory they felt from their accomplishments from earlier that morning.

As the clouds overtook the sun, it became harder and harder to see through the sheets of clouds and precipitation, and it looked like they were in a giant wind tunnel of dense fog lit with silver strings. Had the moment been different, the site would have been beautiful, but the twinkling of the ice went unnoticed and unappreciated as the five of them fled for their lives.

What was worse, is that they had no idea how badly they had just messed up, because unbeknownst to them, the General had thought they were all dead, but this would change everything.

Joss's best intentions had turned out to harm them more than aid them, and now with Vincent being injured in this violent storm, it was going to take a big ally out of their future plans.

No one had ever seen dragon blood before in the Lycan clan, but all four of the wolves on the majestic beast would see beautiful, bright gold ribbons swirl from the serious wounds on his sides, and it lit up the otherwise dark and dingy sky.