He roared and kicked it away.

Whatever it is, it's unaffected. It shoves him forcefully to the ground, and he can feel a thick, strong hoof digging into his back and preventing him from getting up. The hoof is far bigger than Terro's, and Senna wears shoes so it can't be her hoof either.

His tail wrapped around it and YEETed it aside and he backed away.

That doesn't work. The leg feels practically as if it's as unmovable as a mountain. The hoof stays firmly on his back, and the owner of the hoof digs their foot in deeper into his back.

He snarled and twisted his head to look.

A tall man, humanoid and seemingly the same species of fey as Senna, is glaring down at him. He has a massive pair of stag horns atop his head, arching out with nearly as much length as Skullio's wings, and there's thick roses and vines coating the horns. His hair is an ombre, again like Senna's, but instead of peaceful fall hues, his is a mix of vibrant red, green, and rose-pink. Poking out from under is suit and flicking angrily is a cat tail, dappled with a mix of rosettes like on a jaguar or leopard, stripes like on a tiger, spots like on a cheetah, and tufted at the end like a lion's. His skin is a deep tan, far more tanned than Senna, though he's not outright dark-skinned like an arial.


His eye-markings are more intricate than any god's. Except for the central goddess at the party. Their eye-markings actually are very similar, but this man's deep markings turn upwards while winter feys' turn downwards.

He lashed his head forward and bit down.

He doesn't seem to care. He digs his hoof in harder, drawing a few drops of blood along Skullio's back.

He cried out.

"Oh, shut up, bird." He growls, spitting out the word as if it's a curse. His voice is deep and smooth. If Skullio was attracted to men, and also not currently being threatened, he'd probably find his voice quite attractive.