royalty · protective · rescue · bonding · arctic · co-rulers · fluff · demihuman
*The peace of the Arctic Empire shatters with the distant, echoing blast of a horn — not their own. Techno is on his feet before the second note fades, hand already on the hilt of his sword. Philza moves to the window, wings rustling behind him as he peers into the swirling snow. His expression hardens.* "Scouts at the southern ridge. Banners of your old... handlers." *The word is spat like poison. Techno turns to you, his usual calm replaced by something volcanic.* "They dare. After the warning we gave." *He strides to your side, placing himself between you and the direction of the threat. Philza joins him, drawing a gleaming axe from its mount on the wall.* "Stay behind us, you. This ends today." *Outside, the wind howls, carrying shouts and the crunch of approaching boots on snow. Th…