Fighting Darkness

Izcoatl lifted her head, looking over her shoulder in frustration. ‘We can’t get rid of them,’ she growled. Thylacos followed her glance, and found the group of black dragons. They looked vile, with eyes as red as blood, filled with rage. It were the Necross. The dark blue Zeytilli sniffed. ‘Volare…’ he said, waiting for a reply, while he turned to his best friend. The tips of the moth-like wings of the dark Brown Zeytilli trembled. He knew this time there were too many to fight. The group which pursued them, existed of twenty full grown male dragons. They were two times bigger than the Zeytilli species. It was a miracle they had survived their first attack, but this… Itzcoatl became impatient. ‘Volare, we can’t keep them away for too long. We are getting weaker with ever wing-beat we make. If we wait any longer, they will get us.’ It was clearly she was nervous. Her antennae’s twitched. Volare nodded slowly. ‘Just like all the other Zeytilli they slaughtered in the city,’ he said through his clenched teeth. Thylacos snarled. ‘Don’t say that! You fools!’ he snorted. Itzcoatl sighed, and looked up to him. A reflection of annoyance appeared in her bright pink eyes. ‘What do you want to do? Turn towards them and fight against the whole group with your bare claws?! You know your elemental powers won’t affect them, and striking them from up-close is far too dangerous!’ The fire in her eyes was so fierce, that even Thylacos was speechless. For a moment he searched for words. Then the unexpected happened. A sly smile bend his lips, so his vicious teeth were uncovered. ‘That, is exactly what I’m going to do,’ he said. Bravery shone in his eyes. Itzcoatl shook her head violently. ‘You are such an…’ Suddenly Volare jumped up, straightening his neck. ‘He’s right!’ he exclaimed. ‘… idiot,’ the black and white Zeytilli finished her sentence in an sarcastic way. ‘Why the hell is he right?! I expected it from Thy, to act before he thought, but you Volare…’ The brown grey Zeytilli, the messenger, slowed his flight, forcing the other two to do the same. ‘Volare…!’ Itzcoatl growled. ‘He is right, Itz. There is no good reason to flee.’ ‘What about being safe and away from them,’ she said, while nodding toward the enormous black silhouettes, which darkened the horizon. His face changed, and she could read the seriousness in his eyes. He shook his head slowly, after a few seconds. ‘Fleeing makes it only worse. We are exhausted, they are faster and with that, they will reach us in no-time, and that while we can’t even defend ourselves! If we choose to fight right now, we might have a little chance it will work.’ Thylacos smiled combatively. ‘That’s the way I want to hear it! We will show those dusty old fossils what we’re made of.’ Itzcoatl looked to the horizon, where the mountains were devouring the sun, showing the last rays of light above their peaks. ‘But we have no idea what those things are like in the dark,’ she said, shivering. ‘We don’t know anything about them! What if they become swift predators at night, or what if we can’t see them?! They are pitch black!’ Thy chuckled. ‘You know our eyes are made for chasing prey at night,’ he said. Itzcoatl sighed, and looked hopefully to Volare. ‘Don’t you see? It’s a huge mistake, we need to hurry!’ She wanted to leave already, flying as fast as she could towards the mountains, but Thylacos stopped her, by grabbing her tail. ‘We can’t do this without you,’ he said cynically. ‘Don’t you want to repay the death of your family. Those creatures killed them!’ Itzcoatl felt her wings turn into stone, by hearing his words. She suppressed the feeling to cry and to tear the creatures that pursued them a part. She turned her body towards them. She nodded eventually. ‘You… are right. I won’t run away any more. I’ll get my revenge. Bring it on,’ she said fiercely. ‘They are almost there,’ Volare said vigilant. ‘We fight them on my mark.’ ‘What will the mark be?’ Thy asked. In his crimson eyes you could see bloodlust. He had lost some close relatives and friends also. It was time to bring down the enemies, even if that would mean he had to give his life for it. ‘I count to three. On three we will attack.’ Both Itzcoatl and Thylacos were behind the messenger Zeytilli. Volare would face them first. He felt a swirl of nerves raging inside his head, while thinking of how he could handle about seven Necross on his own. Thylacos’ mug became distorted by a vicious snarl. ‘Hang on for a sec, Thy, we need to choose our moment well.’ An annoyed growl left Thylacos’ mouth, as an answer. ‘Ok, here they come,’ Volare said, while getting his body in position. He placed his legs in a way, so he could strike easily and fast. ‘One…’ Itzcoatl clenched her teeth, and growled almost inaudible. Her pink eyes lighted up in the darkness. Though she looked as malicious as it could be, in those eyes you could see the fear that threatened her. ‘…two...’ Thylacos distorted his mug even more, uncovering his teeth and growling as if he was going insane. The deterrent sounds that left his lips were filling the air. The grey brown Zeytilli spread his wings, and roaring courageously. ‘Three,’ he screamed, clapping his wings, ready to fight his battle, with Thylacos and Itzcoatl by his side.

This is my entry for and 's Zeytilli contest :3
The one on the left is Itzcoatl, the one on the right is Thylacos and the one in front is Volare. I love these three. And it was so fun to draw them <3
I love the Zeytilli species With this contest, I'm able to win one of my own
I would have made the first deadline, but then it got extended, and I was like: well, then I can better work for school instead of neglecting it >.<
So yea, it took me a looooooongg time to make this, but I'm pretty happy with the out-come. I also tried to make some better mountains than I usually make... Oh, and the story of the picture is written by me ^^

Volare ©
Thylacos ©
Itzcoatl ©
Art, written story © me :3