Despite Veraxitoc saying that he wouldn't go back to Dragontop Mountain, his need for a retreat from the colony for a few days urgent and unignorable. So, he slept during the days, following the tradition of his people.
Following the tradition he and Loreiaka had tried so hard to uphold. The tradition he was forced to destroy.
He awoke at sunset, but he couldn't get his ancient body to move until the moon was clear over the horizon. As was custom for him in tradition. When he did get up, he felt energy like no other. He felt young again. He smiled at the euphoric feeling of stupidity and impulse, and decided he would have his fun.
He decided he felt like scaled meat for breakfast, and that meant finding one of the local wyvern species who weren't sentient.
So when he spotted one mid flight, he did the signature dive of his people, spinning to unleash the fullness of his spinning scream, and dove at Aini, who was asleep.
And he landed straight on top of her.
Impulse told him to toy with confused and dazed prey, and so he did, ready to fight if the Wyvern got back up. Gods he felt young again.
He decided to repeat a line his people used to use to imbue terror into prey. It was a magical incantation, designed to terrify and invoke the fear in prey.
"We are that of the Darkness of night. Harbingers of shadow and the dead. We are demons. We are gods. We are Shadow... Look upon me..." The illusion created in front of Aini was a simple perception illusion, that should show her the image of her worst nightmares incarnate. If not, the spell's failsafe was a rabbit.
A pink rabbit.
