While the windows seemed to carry on a strange darkness, turning into a near blinding light that caused the griffarian to duck his head low and under his front legs. Which even then it still seemed that the light was absorbing into his chitenous plates and into his eyes.
As the light faded, and a shadow loomed over the nearby windows and formed a ominous darkness. A deep voice rising above thoughts that sent a chill down spines and through the many veins in his wings.
However wings were meaningless to prevent the feel of the ground shaking violently as a building crumbled by movements of a large tail. And the top where Zeth resided was the next victim as not hit by the tail directly. But with the glass, sheet rock, and carpet, hewas pushed out of the building and forced to spread his four wings out widely and flutter them to get himself to a more stable position in the air.
The demon was massive! The griffarian could fly between the holes in its wings and not even be noticed. Hardly being able to get halfway around the front, Zeth'tir was buffeted by winds that seemed like he was being hit by the debris again, but also spin as if there were horizontal tornadoes forming with each slight movement of the demons wings.
Had he of been prepared or even trained for the winds, he would have managed. But being rattled and then baffled, he followed the winds trecharous course towards the ocean. While nice as it was for a breeze, fish for food, and to get a nice bath in. He would get his bath for sure.
If it werent for the plates being well developed, and the waves stirring above him. His body may have simply crushed itself. Instead he hit the water as if he struck a tree while flying. Knocking the wind out of him as he sunk. Water flooded his thick openings to cut off a quarter of his would be air intake alone. And his lungs compressed removed another 90 percent to where his body consumed the air left in his drained lungs until it needed to happen.
Breathing in involuntarily and the first quarter second of inhaled water forced a cough out that removed any last bits of air he had before things grew hazy past what must have been blood loss from the cracked plate over his lungs, and not enough oxygen to keep his body moving up to the surface.
The only thing he could do is let the cold water hold him as he blinked slowly thrice more at an approaching figure. And then they closed.