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The large dark coated Puller emerged, leaving the shadows to reveal themselves as they kept their sinister red eyes on Kiaran.
Unlike the previous soldier, they wore a white opalescent head-piece with two long swerving horns atop their forehead.
It was striking to see especially against their pitch black coat with lavender hues on the undersides of their neck and belly.
They were already large, but this made them seem even taller, contributing to their intimidating stature and aura.

Though they didn't even look down to watch Kingsmere, as though they held no concern whatsoever for the suffocating child a few feet in front of their paws.
They completely ignored the grunts and guttural sounds emanating from them. Their sole focus on the massive panicking pale Tyrian standing behind his struggling son and soldier.
Kiaran didn't dare to make a move against them, but it was apparent in his entire demeanor that he was distressed.

The Puller's feline slit eyes never left the silvery Tyrian, though they were smaller than Kiaran, they stared him down so intensely that the large Tyrian took a few steps back, lowering his head down low.
It could be seen as a submissive response, which in part certainly was. But Kiaran intentionally and carefully hid the pouch at his chest this way.
His heart was already racing, though now cold sweats started to surface, with his every fiber of his being screaming at him to react,
though he fought to remain calm, despite his now racing mind.

He could not make a rash decision here.

The large Puller's eyes never softened, and when they saw Kiaran back down, their wicked smile stretched even wider.
They enjoyed their position of power, it was visibly apparent that seeing another cower or bow before them brought great pleasure.
They huffed, but Kiaran finally retaliated, though his words were shaky;

"Queen Alatrea... Please-"

More faces emerged from the darkness behind the tall and bulky Puller.
All of them wearing a golden piece atop their head, with the striking single horn in the middle.
They were all her soldiers, her guard, her relentless and brutal force at her side. It may have only been a select few, but it was enough to clearly outnumber and overpower them.

At this moment, Kiaran Realized they had been found out.

"I had a feeling you were up to something, Kiaran."
She spat out, her tone starting off smooth and calm, but venom dripped off each word she spoke.

"So I went by your cave, only to find that no one was home."
She chuckled at the end of her sentence, as though this was somehow amusing to her.
But the air was tense around them. It was anything but funny.

She started closing in on them, step by step, slowly creeping closer to both Tyrians who were clearly outnumbered.
Vidali, the soldier who's fangs were plunged into Kiaran's neck, glanced in his Queen's direction when she approached.
His bite never loosening, but Kingsmere's struggles grew weaker, no longer having enough energy to thrash around like he originally had.
The grip was too strong for him to break free, there was no way for him to escape.

She was sending in so many mixed signals, her threatening yet amused stares paired with a confident smile, then her scruffy feline tail twitching in annoyance.
Kiaran and Kingsmere both knew that one false move could mean the worst.

"And now I find you here, with your son, nonetheless."
She briefly glanced over to Kingsmere's feeble form who was still pinned to the ground forcefully by her loyal soldier.
She scoffed out a short laugh when Kingsmere's angry but fearful eyes met with hers, showing little to no concern for him before she glanced back at Kiaran.
She took another step forward and lifted her head, her long and heavy dark curly hair covered most of her neck, shoulders and spread far across her back.
Despite it all, each step was elegant.

"What purpose do you have so far out here, Kiaran?"
At this point, the Queen had lost her smile, turning into an accusatory frown alongside her sharp words.
The other soldiers behind her tensed and prepared their stance, they could easily read her without even being issued a command.
Some growled while others watched with attentive eyes, all of them drawn to the silvery winged giant.
Ready to react at her Queen's orders if she so willed it.

"We ran out of herbs for medicine!"
Kingsmere coughed out before anything else could be said, his voice raspy from the jaws at his neck tightly digging into him.

This surprised Queen Alatrea who returned a sharp cold stare down at the Tyrian child, but not before she had noticed Kiaran's pouch tied at his chest.
Her frown and disdain still painted on her face, but she lifted a brow while contemplating the truth of it.

"You asked us to deliver them, we didn't have enough, so we went looking for your stupid plants!"
Kingsmere spat back, retaliating even harder now, trying once again to shake off the soldier's piercing grip.
He could feel hot blood dripping down his neck, the more he resisted, the deeper Vidali's fangs dug into him.
But he glued his glares at the Queen regardless, ignoring the pain for now to make sure she kept her eyes on him, almost challenging her.

"Kingsmere!"
Kiaran rebuked, trying to interfere, clearly worried by his son's inability to show the Queen any form of respect.
Not that he felt she was owed it, but more so because he was afraid of it setting her off further.
Queen Alatrea remained quiet for a bit, her vile red eyes still contemplative while she looked down on the black and yellow Tyrian pup.

"Drop him."
She ordered her soldier to let go, and instantly they did.
The soldier released his once forceful bite and backed away to his Queen's side.
Kingsmere finally coughed and gasped for a full breath of air, feeling the instant relief of the pressure that was no longer there.
The only pain remaining were from the burning and gaping tooth marks, but he would live and that was enough for him.

This time though, he let himself slink to the ground for a moment to recover.
And she moved up straight in front of Kingsmere, planting her front paws in front of him, her stature towering over him while she looked down.

"Alatrea... Pleas-"

"SILENCE, Kiaran!"
Queen Alatrea snapped back at Kiaran, cutting off the Tyrian's attempt to plea.
The soldiers behind her moved in, now circling Kingsmere and cutting off Kiaran by pushing him back.
Snapping their jaws and pointing their horned headwear as a warning.

"And I don't recall making YOU a healer, child."
She worded bitterly, almost barking back at the feisty pup.
Her disdain clearly showing in her tone, which was much less composed than before.
She was at the edge of her thin patience.

"Maybe so, but I can make myself useful, in any way you'd like. I'm a Tyrian, I can find you any resource- could cut your enemies down from the sky!"

Kingsmere shouted, hostility soaking through, but every word was meant to lure her in, tempting her.
He could feel his father's worried and panicked stares digging at the back of his head, but he refused to look away, keeping his glares locked onto their Queen instead.
At first, she didn't react. Her cold hard stares and frown remained, but something in her stirred.

"So USE ME!!"
A twinkle in Alatrea's eyes made her release a new vicious grin at the young Tyrian's statement;

"Oh, is that so?"
She played along, seemingly amused again by his fiery temperament, her smile and eyes widened even more, it was clear that she was pleased by such an offer.
And as though to rub salt into the wound, she shot a look back at Kiaran, who's expression had completely fallen into one of terror and dread.
He tried to protest it but her soldiers would cut him off at any chance they had.

Yes, that would clearly do.

To be Continued... (1358)
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Kiaran’s soul probably left his body right about now.

Next: Caged Threats [Hero P6]

Previous: Intercepted [Hero P.4]
Beginning: Hero [Cover] (Cover)
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Main characters:
Our mystery Character has been revealed!! Whoohoo!!
To all those in Discord who guessed Keppler, you were right x,D I give you ALL the purple hearts!

Queen Alatrea - Keppler 16121
Kingsmere - Kingsmere 15087
Kiaran - Kiaran 16021
Vidali - Vidali 14568

Look, we have cameos! (From left to right)
Grunt 15465 belongs to Mechanic-Drone
Gleipnir 12886 belongs to HowlLXVIII / LarusTalcott
Morticia 10693 belongs to LadyTeaTime
Blood Moon 12115 belongs to DragpopSoda
And lastly, even if he is only half shown here, it is intended to be
Magmis 16161 belongs to GrossZombie

Description

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Previous:
Beginning: (Cover)
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The large dark coated Puller emerged, leaving the shadows to reveal themselves as they kept their sinister red eyes on Kiaran.
Unlike the previous soldier, they wore a white opalescent head-piece with two long swerving horns atop their forehead.
It was striking to see especially against their pitch black coat with lavender hues on the undersides of their neck and belly.
They were already large, but this made them seem even taller, contributing to their intimidating stature and aura.

Though they didn't even look down to watch Kingsmere, as though they held no concern whatsoever for the suffocating child a few feet in front of their paws.
They completely ignored the grunts and guttural sounds emanating from them. Their sole focus on the massive panicking pale Tyrian standing behind his struggling son and soldier.
Kiaran didn't dare to make a move against them, but it was apparent in his entire demeanor that he was distressed.

The Puller's feline slit eyes never left the silvery Tyrian, though they were smaller than Kiaran, they stared him down so intensely that the large Tyrian took a few steps back, lowering his head down low.
It could be seen as a submissive response, which in part certainly was. But Kiaran intentionally and carefully hid the pouch at his chest this way.
His heart was already racing, though now cold sweats started to surface, with his every fiber of his being screaming at him to react,
though he fought to remain calm, despite his now racing mind.

He could not make a rash decision here.

The large Puller's eyes never softened, and when they saw Kiaran back down, their wicked smile stretched even wider.
They enjoyed their position of power, it was visibly apparent that seeing another cower or bow before them brought great pleasure.
They huffed, but Kiaran finally retaliated, though his words were shaky;

"Queen Alatrea... Please-"

More faces emerged from the darkness behind the tall and bulky Puller.
All of them wearing a golden piece atop their head, with the striking single horn in the middle.
They were all her soldiers, her guard, her relentless and brutal force at her side. It may have only been a select few, but it was enough to clearly outnumber and overpower them.

At this moment, Kiaran Realized they had been found out.

"I had a feeling you were up to something, Kiaran."
She spat out, her tone starting off smooth and calm, but venom dripped off each word she spoke.

"So I went by your cave, only to find that no one was home."
She chuckled at the end of her sentence, as though this was somehow amusing to her.
But the air was tense around them. It was anything but funny.

She started closing in on them, step by step, slowly creeping closer to both Tyrians who were clearly outnumbered.
Vidali, the soldier who's fangs were plunged into Kiaran's neck, glanced in his Queen's direction when she approached.
His bite never loosening, but Kingsmere's struggles grew weaker, no longer having enough energy to thrash around like he originally had.
The grip was too strong for him to break free, there was no way for him to escape.

She was sending in so many mixed signals, her threatening yet amused stares paired with a confident smile, then her scruffy feline tail twitching in annoyance.
Kiaran and Kingsmere both knew that one false move could mean the worst.

"And now I find you here, with your son, nonetheless."
She briefly glanced over to Kingsmere's feeble form who was still pinned to the ground forcefully by her loyal soldier.
She scoffed out a short laugh when Kingsmere's angry but fearful eyes met with hers, showing little to no concern for him before she glanced back at Kiaran.
She took another step forward and lifted her head, her long and heavy dark curly hair covered most of her neck, shoulders and spread far across her back.
Despite it all, each step was elegant.

"What purpose do you have so far out here, Kiaran?"
At this point, the Queen had lost her smile, turning into an accusatory frown alongside her sharp words.
The other soldiers behind her tensed and prepared their stance, they could easily read her without even being issued a command.
Some growled while others watched with attentive eyes, all of them drawn to the silvery winged giant.
Ready to react at her Queen's orders if she so willed it.

"We ran out of herbs for medicine!"
Kingsmere coughed out before anything else could be said, his voice raspy from the jaws at his neck tightly digging into him.

This surprised Queen Alatrea who returned a sharp cold stare down at the Tyrian child, but not before she had noticed Kiaran's pouch tied at his chest.
Her frown and disdain still painted on her face, but she lifted a brow while contemplating the truth of it.

"You asked us to deliver them, we didn't have enough, so we went looking for your stupid plants!"
Kingsmere spat back, retaliating even harder now, trying once again to shake off the soldier's piercing grip.
He could feel hot blood dripping down his neck, the more he resisted, the deeper Vidali's fangs dug into him.
But he glued his glares at the Queen regardless, ignoring the pain for now to make sure she kept her eyes on him, almost challenging her.

"Kingsmere!"
Kiaran rebuked, trying to interfere, clearly worried by his son's inability to show the Queen any form of respect.
Not that he felt she was owed it, but more so because he was afraid of it setting her off further.
Queen Alatrea remained quiet for a bit, her vile red eyes still contemplative while she looked down on the black and yellow Tyrian pup.

"Drop him."
She ordered her soldier to let go, and instantly they did.
The soldier released his once forceful bite and backed away to his Queen's side.
Kingsmere finally coughed and gasped for a full breath of air, feeling the instant relief of the pressure that was no longer there.
The only pain remaining were from the burning and gaping tooth marks, but he would live and that was enough for him.

This time though, he let himself slink to the ground for a moment to recover.
And she moved up straight in front of Kingsmere, planting her front paws in front of him, her stature towering over him while she looked down.

"Alatrea... Pleas-"

"SILENCE, Kiaran!"
Queen Alatrea snapped back at Kiaran, cutting off the Tyrian's attempt to plea.
The soldiers behind her moved in, now circling Kingsmere and cutting off Kiaran by pushing him back.
Snapping their jaws and pointing their horned headwear as a warning.

"And I don't recall making YOU a healer, child."
She worded bitterly, almost barking back at the feisty pup.
Her disdain clearly showing in her tone, which was much less composed than before.
She was at the edge of her thin patience.

"Maybe so, but I can make myself useful, in any way you'd like. I'm a Tyrian, I can find you any resource- could cut your enemies down from the sky!"

Kingsmere shouted, hostility soaking through, but every word was meant to lure her in, tempting her.
He could feel his father's worried and panicked stares digging at the back of his head, but he refused to look away, keeping his glares locked onto their Queen instead.
At first, she didn't react. Her cold hard stares and frown remained, but something in her stirred.

"So USE ME!!"
A twinkle in Alatrea's eyes made her release a new vicious grin at the young Tyrian's statement;

"Oh, is that so?"
She played along, seemingly amused again by his fiery temperament, her smile and eyes widened even more, it was clear that she was pleased by such an offer.
And as though to rub salt into the wound, she shot a look back at Kiaran, who's expression had completely fallen into one of terror and dread.
He tried to protest it but her soldiers would cut him off at any chance they had.

Yes, that would clearly do.

To be Continued... (1358)
-------------------------------------------------------------------

Kiaran’s soul probably left his body right about now.

Next: Caged Threats [Hero P6]

Previous: Intercepted [Hero P.4]
Beginning: Hero [Cover] (Cover)
-------------------------------------------------------------------

Main characters:
Our mystery Character has been revealed!! Whoohoo!!
To all those in Discord who guessed Keppler, you were right x,D I give you ALL the purple hearts!

Queen Alatrea - Keppler 16121
Kingsmere - Kingsmere 15087
Kiaran - Kiaran 16021
Vidali - Vidali 14568

Look, we have cameos! (From left to right)
Grunt 15465 belongs to Mechanic-Drone
Gleipnir 12886 belongs to HowlLXVIII / LarusTalcott
Morticia 10693 belongs to LadyTeaTime
Blood Moon 12115 belongs to DragpopSoda
And lastly, even if he is only half shown here, it is intended to be
Magmis 16161 belongs to GrossZombie