His face twitching from the force of the magic Kylar gasped and crouched down when the falcon let go of him, his muscles trembling from the mere effort of holding him up. "Your beauty," he panted, forcing his jade green eyes to meet her own blue, "is tainted...by...cruelty. You will never know...true beauty." Gasping Kylar hissed at the falcon before moving closer to his group, disconcerted by the casual show of power.

"They will ruin the peacetalks," he muttered through gritted teeth, feeling his snakeskin slide over his skin as anxiety took over. 

"The Serpiente and Avians should have the right to speak first, Lady," Kylar asserted in a quiet voice. Though there was nothing but mild suggestion in his tone no one could mistake the rage that flickered in his Serpiente-green eyes. Black hairs covered one of those eyes as Kylar flicked his head irritably, a challenge in every bit of his stance. Hands were clutched tightly in front of him, his elbows resting on his knees. Sandaled feed resting flat on the floor as Kylar leaned forwards slightly, his searching eyes resting on the falcons.

Their rudeness and the way they looked at everyone contemptuously made his blood burn with ire. Despite the fact that they, the Avian and Serpiente, lacked the magic that had given the falcons the ability to rise in a great nation, meant little to Kylar. In his opinion a man's, or country's, actions spoke of his true character. The secret that the falcons had accidentally laid bare was testament to that.

--

Reciprocating Visara's comfort with a rare smile Sithyka tried to focus on the situation. It was hard to concentrate however, not when there were so many other useful things she could be doing. The serpiente who had just spoken was the same who had insulted her partner and the entire population of Ahnmik, his eyes watching them with fiery rage.

Chuckling deeply she inclined her head. "The shm'Ahnmik see no problem with allowing them to speak," she offered serenely, a smile that did not quite reach her cobalt eyes coming to life on her face. Rustling her wings simply to bother the rest of the company, for she knew that the Avians rarely displayed their demi-forms so...forwardly, Sithyka tossed her head proudly.

No matter the outcome Ahnmik and her Empress Cjarsa would always win. They always had, they always would. None could overcome falcon magic. 

Sithyka sighed and there was a hint of disdain that colored her voice when she spoke. "If the great heir wishes it, we must comply, no?" Smirking Sithyka stood and arched her back and smoothly pulled in her wings, the rustling echoing throughout the large 'hall'. "Princess, are you pleased?" she asked in an insolent tone, flicking her fair hair with a brush of her hand.

Then, with another, more audible, sigh, Sithyka settled back down on seat gracefully, clasping her hands gently in front of her. The look in her eyes when she glanced at the Serpiente conveyed her request clearly. Hurry up and speak, but you cannot hope to defeat the shm'Ahnmik.

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Kylar fidgeted as his nerves got the better of him. Public speaking was not something that Kylar had envisioned himself doing when he was a child, and despite his cocky attitude he was hardly a good orator. Muttering under his breath he inclined his head at the Mistari Heir, scowled at the falcons, stood up, and wrung his hands nervously before opening his mouth to speak. 

"We, the serpiente and avians, have gathered here today on the note of a serious charge against the Falcons," he began in a slow voice. Bright eyes (and two pairs of cold ones) watched him avidly. Kylar's heart thumped loudly as he continued.

"We all know of the great war between the Serpiente and the Avians, correct? Though that is in our past the cause for it never did come to light. On the word of an informant, someone I will not name, we have learned this hidden reason.

"It was not the Serpiente nor the Avians that began this feud. It was the falcons." Taking a breath Kylar steadied himself.

"The Falcons feared that the Serpiente and Avians would someday unite, due to the supposed magic that runs through our veins. It is said that both the Avians and Serpiente have one half of this magic within them, and the Falcons feared that a coupling of the two would result in an unstable child.

"So they contrived to set us against each other, and it worked. They took the Avian's first ancestress, Alasdair, and using falcon magic they caused her death. That was what started the war, though in fact every little thing about it was a lie."

His voice had become louder, more angry, and Kylar tried to calm himself with deep, steady breaths. Accusing the Falcons was one thing, but he would have to step lightly. There was a reason their kind was feared, no matter how rude they acted towards others.