Shardai

Shardai’s nerve endings quivered and jumped. Just as he opened his mouth to hiss out his rage and pain, Ramses shoulders slumped and he threw up his paws. “If this is what you wish, so be it. He stood up, tall and regal. The sun glistened on his fur as he began to chant: “For troubled shores now thee leave  Man’s imperfections to receive  With mortals weakened, faulty shell  So shall ye among them dwell...”  Ramses paw shot out rigidly in front of him.  Shardai was gone, leaving a wisp of blue smoke floating in the spot he had inhabited only moments before.