Wyvern

Abraxos opened his eyes and the first thing he did was stretch, his wings opening up while he yawned widely. For a moment, the wyvern lay his head back down, enjoying how the fresh hay felt under his head. But then he was shaking himself, getting up and walking toward the water well in the middle of the aerie.

He greeted a few of the other wyverns with head bobs and soft snarls, banging heads with one of the bulls and giving the sky blue female that slept on the stable next to him a soft purr. The only wyvern at the well stepped back as soon as he was spotted and Abraxos grunted his thanks. As alpha, Abraxos' needs came first. No wyvern challenged him, though it was still a relief to have the aerie relatively empty, as most of the pack were out with their riders.

When he finished drinking, Abraxos flapped his wings, preparing them for the possible flight ahead, showing off how they shimmered in the morning light to the other wyverns. Feeling pride inundate him.

The smallest of the wyverns in the aerie turned his head to the doors at the back, and if he could smile, it would be the widest to ever exist. With a jump and shake, Abraxos bounded toward the back part of the wide aerie, his tail swishing as he inhaled.

Manon. Manon.

His rider appeared from the doorway and Abraxos breathed out in her presence. "Good, you're awake."

Awake. Awake.

Abraxos sniffed at his rider, touching at her bag and observing her closely, making sure there was no blood, or that she was hurt. As Manon walked toward the other side of the aerie, Abraxos followed her-not even the sky blue female could take his gaze away from his rider when it was time for a flight. There was nothing he preferred.

With a nudge, Abraxos placed his head under the witch's arm, purring when she stroked the spot of withered skin. "We're going to the valley," she told him.

Valley. Valley.

Abraxos let her climbed on, his favorite thing in the whole world and after an infuriatingly long time he felt the kicks to the side of his hide. With a happy screech Abraxos burst into the air, immediately knowing where to go, loving the wind and the freedom and the weight on his back.

Unfortunately, the trip was over too soon and Abraxos reluctantly landed, not being able to hold back a groan as Manon jumped down. "Don't be dramatic. Wait for me."

Wait for me. Wait for me.

Forever. He wanted to say, but instead lowered his muzzle and closed his eyes as she stroked his head. Again, too soon was it over, but Abraxos knew the reason. The approaching scent was answer enough.

"There is a skirmish on the western front."

"Ilken?" She asked, and the wyvern focused on her voice, entranced. He wanted to copy the sounds, to get her attention. But he had tried before, and it did not work.

"Yes," the other voice said, not as lovely or interesting.

But his rider had turned to it and Abraxos didn't understand the why. All he wanted was for her to look at him again.

As a result, he shook his head a bit, but got distracted by a hen pecking at the grass close to a tent. "No eating," she warned.

Eating. Eating.

The wyvern turned to his rider just as she looked away, toward the male-the owner of the voice. One he had smelled on her many times. Whom he had carried before. Not an enemy so not deserving of the wyvern's attention at the moment.

"Hello Abraxos, miss me?" Abraxos kept his eyes on his rider though he snorted, uncaring of what the blue-eyed human said. He wanted Manon to go with him, to fly some more. But she was soon gone, and Abraxos whined a bit as she went, garnering a look of warning to behave in response.

With nothing to do, the wyvern lay down, looking up at the clouds, noting the passage of time until his rider came back.

The clouds floated by and the ball of fire in the sky went out, the pale orb replacing it, similar in color to the strands that grew on her head, but still Manon didn't come.

Abraxos sniffed at the air, searching for her scent and feeling an ounce of relief as he detected her about fifty wingbeats from where he was. Desperation made him want to follow, obedience made him stay.

No blood. There was no blood mixed with her scent.

He snarled at the thought, startling the humans and animals nearby.

Blood was the smell he most hated.

Hers was the one he loved most.

He was painfully aware of how very bad it was when the color of the sky coated her soft hide, the pale skin breakable and not strong like his.

Manon. Manon.

Abraxos lifted his head, noting how the sun was in the middle of the sky and blinking as he looked around from under the shade of a tree. His rider was back, not smelling of blood or gore, but of food. The wyvern stood up, his eyes going to Manon and staying there, searching for injuries, scenting again for the sky color.

Nothing. Nothing, but the scent of the male from before, heavily entangled with hers. He didn't care as long as she was healthy.

"You didn't cause trouble, did you?"

Trouble. Trouble.

He stretched. His wings opening up and blowing air at her. The growl she sent was music to his ears and Abraxos swished his tail in delight as he went up to her, sniffing again just to make sure she was fine and there was nothing bad under the pelts she wore. His attention landed on the meat in her hand and he nosed at it.

"I know I took longer than expected so I got you a gift. This is prime meat. Enjoy it."

Enjoy. Enjoy.

Abraxos gulped it up in one swipe, shivering in pleasure as he noted the taste and form. It was great meat. And she had brought it to him. His rider had fed him.

"Alright, let's go."

Let's go. Let's go.

Yes.

The wyvern urged her ahead, nudging at her waist and softly pushing her toward the saddle on his back. She breathed out, but did not reprimand him and soon they were back in the wind, crossing the skies.

Finally, they were together.

…

And it was perfect.

I tried a new style of writing with this little drabble. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Abraxos is such an interesting and unique character. There are so many theories around him and so much to explore. This is just a scratch on the surface and I tried to concentrate on what we know the most about him: that he loves Manon.

ERG / Bry / fandomsareforever15 – I'm honored that you all enjoy my fics, I hope you keep reading :]

RubyAngelFire – EoS certainly laid a great foundation over Manon and Dorian's future interactions. I'm finally able to explore without the risk of making it sound OOC.

MarijaV – I've been trying to be more 'out' with my work as of late. I'm glad it's been working. As for Dorian and Manon, we will certainly see more scenes where they sort out their feelings for each other and distinguish them from simply being lustful.