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Post by Renoir on Jun 16, 2015 15:29:40 GMT -6
The night was cold, silent, and dark. Like a stalking wolf, far from civilization, Renoir crept through the treetops, inching across branches with slow, steady diligence. He had been tracking the deer for three hours. It was fast, alert, and large. Perfect prey. A perfect meal. A perfect kill.
He always preferred targets that were had to bag. The easy game was no fun-- if he could kill something that didn't know he was there, he was simply doing his job. But to go above and beyond... To kill something that knew it was being stalked, to kill something that knew it was going to lose its life no matter the struggle... That was a challenge. That was worth pride. Renoir narrowed his eyes. He hadn't drawn his bow yet. The animal knew it was being followed, but Renoir was safe. He was atop a high branch, a thick branch, shrouded by the foliage. The pines covered his face, save for his eyes, and he kept watch, like an owl in the winter, looking for mice as they scurried across the forest floor.
"Two hundred meters," he said quietly to himself, the soft calm of his cold force barely shaking the pines around him as he carefully drew his bow. Pulling an arrow from his quiver, he silently jumped from his current position to a new branch on the next tree. Timing his jump with the breeze, he was able to conceal his movements rather well.
"One hundred ninety-five meters." He closed slowly, like a dreadful curse, a disease that was taking the woods with a dark severity. He notched his arrow, but didn't raise his bow, didn't pull the string taut. He merely rested his soft, light fingers upon the edge of the string, itching for his kill. He was hungry. But he was also in a zone-- a zone that didn't afford him the opportunity to lose this prey.
The deer looked up. Did it hear him? Renoir narrowed his deep blue eyes further, keeping them fixated permanently on the antlers to keep track of the head. It didn't see him. But it heard the movement of the trees, even from that far away. "Mmm," he mused, a slight smirk drawing itself across his delicate lips. His eyes were mischievous. He was a hunter, and his prey was a weak and fragile animal that, while defenseless, was much faster than he was by nature.
"By the gods you were created, in beauty," he whispered to himself, drawing the arrow back slowly, silently, as were all of his motions. "to them you shall return."
He allowed the stillness of the air to fill the silence before he loosed the arrow. He aimed up, to account for the wind, and he lead the arrow left enough that it would make perfect contact with the deer's head as the wind carried it a bit. A few of his pearly white teeth flashed before he loosed the arrow, still crouched on the branch in the tree.
It pierced the air, the silence, and flew forth like the fury of the gods. it split the currents around the tip, almost visibly, as it flew straight and true across the woods, through the treetops, and eventually straight into the deer's head before it knew what hit it. The animal was down quickly, and without noise. Renoir smiled.
He jumped down, letting himself fall gracefully from the branch, and strung the bow around his back where it had been before. The heels of his leather boots made more noise moving across the forest floor than he had made the entire night. Hours of stalking had paid off.
As he approached his prey, he knelt down and closed the animal's eyes and pulled the arrow from its skull. The wound had been so deep and so true that the arrow was not worth using again. Parts of the wooden shaft had been lost in the skull. He sighed, tossing it aside. He began to build a fire from the material around him and prepared to eat.
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Bee
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Post by Bee on Jun 16, 2015 19:14:44 GMT -6
"Cold", that was all Bee could say about Ilia. She had come here to make a delivery for her teacher and was well on her way back to Ilia. The maiden however decided to go off the beated path and ended up in the woods. As much as Bee loved fire, and she really loved fire, something about the white snow seemed to call to her. Maybe it was something in her blood or maybe it was because of its association with warm fire but the maiden loved the look of snow. However she hatred the cold that tagged along with it. Bee was use to warmth, the golden glow of a flame and a forge. The woods were a poor place to find either however Bee wanted to see them before she returned to Lycia.
"Alright lets get something to eat", spoke Bee to herself as she began to walk through the woods. The maiden wanted to find something to eat. There were no Inns around, nor was there any peddlers selling food. It was just her and the woods around her. However Bee was not doomed. Even though she had never visited the region Bee had done some intensive research into the natural plant life and mushrooms of the area. This however was not of her own doing, but her formal master Guro. The old Shaman had thousands of books on culture, plants, animals, and even maps of regions. When Bee was not busy practicing her fire magic she was reading through his books. This extra knowledge paid off now that Bee was lone and trekking through the forest.
As Bee began to search for mushrooms she heard a very particular sound. Curious Bee moved to instigate the source and ended up in the same area as the hunter. Bee stared on as the hunter began to do his work. He was starting to break down the beast and turn him into food to eat later.
"Hello there", shouted Bee as she walked into the clearing.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 16, 2015 19:26:49 GMT -6
Renoir "hmm"ed quietly to himself, smiling, as he heard the body approach. She was careless and loud through the forest, like most were, since the number of hunters in this area was small. That's why he enjoyed it, after all. Less competition-- not that he felt there was much to begin with, especially not here, where most soldiers chose mounts to battle in this type of weather.
The archer turned his head about halfway back to see the small girl behind him. "Ah," he began mildly, his voice dipped in honey. "Come. I was just about to sit down to eat and enjoy this beautiful night sky." He spoke as if there were no greater artistic piece than the celestial bodies above. He had already well cut into his prey with the blade he'd packed with him, and was cooking the legs first over the fire.
Without worrying about being in danger, Renoir sat back, pulling some of his hair out of his face as the wind blew against it. He leaned against a tree and ate with an air of sophistication that would've rivaled Ilia's noble families. This girl didn't seem to be an enemy. She was smaller and younger than he, and didn't seem to mean any ill will. This pleased him. He beckoned her to come sit across from him, near the fire, and offered his hand out towards the meat, indicating it was okay for her to take whatever she wished.
"My name is Renoir Monet," he said matter-of-factly, the sweetness still in his relatively monotone voice. "I'm no more than a woodland hunter," he lied. "My food is your food. Please, have whatever you like. More than I can eat on my own, anyway."
He flashed her a gentle smile, then looked up at the sky for a moment as he took another bite of his meal.
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Aeos
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Post by Aeos on Jun 16, 2015 20:12:08 GMT -6
Ilia. A land of cold and ice. Aeos was learning harsh part of the region hard way. The dragon man from the desert did not like the cold. Sure sometimes it got cold in desert nights, but nothing to this scale. At least there was not snow on the ground but he could see the small bits of frost in the grass blades. The man pressed his cloak close to him in an attempt to shield him from the lower temperature. Aeos was not quite sure how he got here. He recalled flying off into the night after his training in Bern. He was certain he headed east, so how did he end up so far north. The young dragon found himself an empty mountain to land upon and made his way down through the wilderness. Perhaps he could find some civilization and get out of this place. He was exhausted from his travels.
He sighed. This is great. It's cold, dark, we are in an unfamiliar land. And we are traveling alone. Joy. Both halves of him thought in unison. In mutual agreement of the situation at hand. He was still part way tapped into the power of his stone. His eyes transformed so he had better senses in order to navigate. The spirits of the winds of the frozen north were active. He supposed the right word would be more mischievous. As they seemed eager to whisper directions into his ear and hope to get him lost. As a matter of fact he could have sworn he heard the familiar voice of Bee off in the distance. He was certain it had to be the work of the spirits. After all what would Bee be doing in Ilia?
But the more he focused the more he realized there was another with her. And then he picked up the scent of blood. He found himself running shortly after towards the sounds. He stopped when he found himself in the middle of two people. One of Bee and the other of a light haired man whom he did not know. And then there was the sight of the dead deer. Oh. OH that's what that scent was. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He cut himself off from the power of the stone.
"Ah. Ah. A thousand pardons for barging in. But I hath heard the young lady's voice then I saw red oft in the distance." He sighed.
"I thought it wast something worse." He scratched the back of his head.
"Lady Bee. Tis good to see thee."
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Post by Bee on Jun 16, 2015 20:33:20 GMT -6
Bee sat there for a moment unsure of what to do. He seemed peaceful enough, but he was inviting her to sit down and share a meal. Bee was not the brightest flame in a sea of torches, but she was not dull either. It was not always wise to accept a meal from a stranger. She was a girl after all. People kidnapped girls, well more than they kidnapped boys. Guys got kidnapped too, though it is no where near as often as females. Still if he was a bad guy he would not even bother with offering her the food. He would simply shoot her with a arrow and drag her away or simply chase her down and drag her away. It was not like Bee was fast in this kind of weather.
The cold had a foreign feeling to it. On one hand she wanted to block it out with the heat of the flames and the other she wanted to dance around in the snow. Maybe it was something in her blood. Her mother did tell her that her grandfather was a great and powerful Wizard and that he use to favor ice magic. However he was never around while she was a kid and Bee at the time could care less about magic. She sure could have used his help from time to time. Well that was enough thinking about that. Bee needed to get back to the present situation. Should she trust him or not. Rather than spend more time contemplating Bee simply let her gut decided. It never steered her wrong before.
"Sure and thank you", spoke Bee as she began to walk over to where the man was. The way he was acting, it made her wounder. Bee had not seen many archers in her day. She wondered if they were all like him, well in attitude not looks. As Bee moved to approach the fire and food Aeos suddenly appeared from the woods. It was almost as if he was summoned up by some kind of magic. His face seemed flustered and his words showed his surprise. Her friend from the farm seemed to have found her in this baron place.
"Aeos", shouted Bee as she turned from the flame and food and moved toward her, unknowingly, favorite dragon. The maiden rushed forward and gave him a gigantic hug. She really liked Aeos and was well looking forward to meeting him again. He was almost like the big brother she never had.
"Oh right", spoke Bee as she turned back to the hunter. "I almost forgot. My name is Bee Hives. Bee spelled B E E. It is just like the insect, but minus the stinging. Oh! This is also Aeos. He is a friend of mine. Though I have to ask", spoke Bee as she turned toward Aeoes. "Why are you in Ilia? I thought you were going to Bern. Or was it Lycia? Maybe Nabata", spoke the maiden with confusion. "Sorry about that Aeos, but I forgot your travel plan.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 16, 2015 20:45:50 GMT -6
"Hm?" Renoir looked up, curiously. He was unsurprised by the visitor, not making a jump or reaction to a situation that, honestly, could have seen him killed. His instincts hadn't kicked in-- perhaps because he was in no danger, so his senses didn't warn him. Or he was going soft. It was one of the two, though he was unsure of which. He sighed, watching the young girl interact with this man he'd never seen before. He hadn't seen either of them before. What a strange encounter. All alone in the woods for four and a half hours, and then suddenly everyone wanted to party. Renoir placed a few fingers on his forehead, a bit underwhelmed by his circumstances. He could, maybe should, just get up and leave. But the two seemed nice enough. Perhaps he would chat for a while.
The young man stood, shaking himself off, and brushed a lock of hair out of his face as he approached the two. He placed one hand below his stomach, another behind him, and graciously bowed to the new stranger who had come to the camp. "Truly, it is a pleasure to meet you, Aeos. My name is Renoir Monet. You can call me Ren." He couldn't help from showing a confused reaction in his face as this Bee spoke. "B-Bee... Bee Hives? Like the... Right, I see," Renoir said, trying to understand how on earth someone could have named their child such a terrible thing. It was almost funny, yet at the same time, it saddened him.
He watched pensively as Bee quizzed Aeos, wondering how these two knew each other, and how they ended up here. He would ask. He could be in more danger than he thought. Folding his arms, Renoir stood outside the conversation, waiting to be addressed, so as not to interrupt.
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Post by Aeos on Jun 16, 2015 21:05:17 GMT -6
Aeos blinked for a moment as Bee hugged him. He hugged back as an older sibling would. He stopped his hug then took a step back. Then shook his head. He had no idea Bee's last name was Hives.
"My travels hath been well Bee. I visited home. Told my folks about thee. Now father wishes to see his hair stand on end. Which would be difficult as he hath longer hair then I do." Then we went through Sacae, Lycia, Bern. I have seen so much of the world in such a short time. He nodded softly. Then turned around to address the hunter.
"My apologies once again sir. My name is Aeos. Tis pleasure to meet thy acquaintance." The scent of cooked food distracted him. His stomach rumbled which caused him to blush lightly. Hopefully no one heard that. He listened to the bright haired man's introduction. He seemed friendly enough.
"Beg pardon Renoir sir. But it appears to me that thou be a hunter. Coulds't you point me in the direction to a nearby town? I am.. uh.. well I got lost." His accent and speech pattern was strong today. Perhaps it was due to the new terrain. Or perhaps that he had been reunited with Bee.
"Well Bee as to why I am im Ilia.. no perhaps that be better answered after I warm up a bit by the flame. Twas a long fli.." He stopped himself, then cleared his throat.
"It was a long travel." He corrected. These two did not need to know that he flew and landed on the mountain. He was happy to not have crashed into the mountain as he was prone to doing. Other wise he would have ran into the area with a large bruise and several un-explain-able cuts. The desert man took a seat by the fire. He stared up at the sky and let out a sigh. He was exhausted and it showed. Too much flying.
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Post by Bee on Jun 17, 2015 5:24:37 GMT -6
As Bee sat there she heard Aeos stomach growl. It was not a big one, but she was close enough to hear it plainly. Almost like a chain reaction Bee's stomach reminded her that she needed to eat as well, but not in such a vulgar way. Bee was in fact a lady after all. It was just a small sensation of hunger that radiated through her body. "Oh right", she spoke as her brain brought back the information. "Renoir said I can have some of his meat right", spoke the maiden as she looked at the archer. She did not wait long for a response as she moved over to the fire and grabbed a cooked piece of meat. The caution she had before vanished as her stomach demanded something to eat. Though hunger played a good part in it familiarity caused the majority of it. Aeos was smart, so if Aeos did not see any danger then there was none. Well that was as Bee thought. Aeos knew a lot of stuff and traveled a lot of places. So he had to be smart.
As the young maiden began to chomp down on the meat she began to stare into the fire. It was, alright for a fire. However she thought it could be much bigger. All she needed to do was add some of her special concoction to it and the flames would dance like fairies in the night sky. However it was not her fire and Mr. Renoir was cooking stuff in it. If she suddenly blasted up the heat then it would ruin his food. Not to mention she had no idea how he would react to the flames. Not everybody loved fire like Bee. Some people feared the flames and the sight of them invoked fear. Bee never truly feared fire, but she did know to respect it.
"So Mr. Renoir, did you kill the deer by yourself", asked Bee as she stared at the piece of meat she was eating. She figured the guy did, but there was a chance that there was somebody else with him, or maybe he had a dog hunting with him. Hunters seemed to be found of dogs. They were useful so they probably kept them around for tracking smells or something.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 17, 2015 7:47:04 GMT -6
A slight mischievous smile drew itself across Renoir's pursed lips. "Mm," he began, watching the two. "Of course, my friend. My parents live not far from here, actually. Perhaps we can rest there for the night. Or, if you'd rather, I can lead you to the inn. My work out here is but beginning," he said finally, looking to his kill. He was happy with it. It was clean and difficult, the two things he wished for the most. And now that it was being eaten by more than himself, he was even more proud of it. "But I think a man with secrets such as yours should sit by the fire and warm himself while he chat." He shot Aeos a piercing, blue gaze, indicating that he knew something was awry, that something wasn't quite as it seemed to be.
Renoir knew better than to assume a man who looked like Aeos was from around here. Both by appearance and by the way he spoke, Renoir assumed he was from far, far away. Then why was he in Ilia? Through narrowed, quizzical blue eyes, Renoir studied the man. His garb, too, spoke far from Ilia. He would ask questions later, though. He turned to Bee, who shot off towards the fire and food. Renoir let out a slight chuckle. He followed Bee towards the fire, using one hand to beckon Aeos closer.
Kneeling down on his feet, Renoir rested his hands across his thighs as he crouched next to Bee near the fire. He outstretched one hand to keep it warm. The flames danced in his blue eyes as he proudly spoke, the same softness still in his voice, the tinge of pride not ruining its sweetness. "Yes," he began. "I did. Not an easy one, I must say," he mused, turning his eyes to his kill. And that was true. It hadn't been terribly easy, and he was thankful for that. "One arrow, one hundred ninety-five meter shot, straight through the brain." His tone was matter-of-fact: he was proud, but expected such skill of himself.
"And now that our friend is food, he is ours to enjoy. You too, Aeos. Eat what you like."
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Aeos
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Post by Aeos on Jun 17, 2015 8:50:30 GMT -6
"I accept thy hospitality. my one regret is that I wast not here sooner to help thee prepare the animal for consumption." He spoke with a bit of a hurried breath. The air was cold, so very cold. The dragon could see his own breath as he exhaled. Something that he found both disturbing but fascinating. He took some of the meat and warmed it over the fire once more. Dragons did not need meat to be fully cooked to enjoy it but Aeos liked the texture of a well or over cooked piece of meat. So he would keep his piece over the flame till it got a bit more charred. Once it got to a texture he enjoyed he began eating. The food felt like heaven down his throat as it was both warm and filling. Flying truly took a lot out of him. He supposed he could blame his exhaustion on the elements if his two companions asked. Eat the whole deer. The other side of him chimed in a voice only the dragon could hear. Aeos really wanted to do just that. To sit down and eat the entire thing. He felt hungry enough to do so. But he knew he couldn't as that would be incredibly selfish.
He chomped down on the meat in a bit of a hurry. He stopped and told himself to slow down. As he could feel Renoir's eyes watching him. Aeos could tell the hunter was a well seasoned man who had probably seen much. Perhaps he was judging the dragon in some manner. Aeos gulped what he had in his mouth then continued eating more politely. Once his share of the meal was finished the young dragon wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve. It was a terrible habit but at least his belly was full. He listened as Renoir began talking about how he shot and killed the deer. Aeos knew nothing of archery outside of "it was something you do to hunt", but whatever Renoir was talking about sounded impressive.
"Thank you for the meal. Oh. You were busy for the night? Tis no matter, I can wait until thy business is settled. I would prefer the Inn if thou don't mind. Perhaps from their I could better orient myself and find my way back." He breathed out from his nose this time. The swirls of concentrated air danced near his face. Great. Now I must think of something. They would want to know how we got here.
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Post by Bee on Jun 17, 2015 9:12:45 GMT -6
"Wow Aeos your direction must be as bad as mine", spoke Bee as she chumped down on another piece of meat. The maiden had finished her first one and grabbed a second one. Though she did so after looking at the eyes of the hunter. He did infact catch the food they were eating. Bee did not want to overstep herself. The way he spoke about the kill told her how skilled the man was, and you did not want somebody that skilled trying to kill you. It would be like having a dragon on your tail. No matter how fast you run or how safe you thought you were he would come. Bee wondered if that was how the deer felt. Always running for his life never knowing if he is truly safe.
"Let me guess it was the snow", spoke Bee toward Aeos. "The snow got me as well. I prefer to look at fire, but there was something about the snow that kind of called to me", spoke the maiden as she looked out over the white covered woods. "You know my mother told me that her grandfather was a great wizard. She said he could call down blizzards on a whim and freeze ice with a flick of his finger. I forgot his name, it was quite a long time ago, but I wounder if I get my love of snow from him. However I still like fire better", spoke Bee as she bit into the piece of meat again. "Fire is really cool. Well hot. It cooks food, shapes metal, and keeps you warm. It is probably the most destructive of all the elements as well. I say even more so than lightning. You can write that in your journal as well Aeos", spoke Bee.
The young maiden then turned her attention to the hunter. "So you are from these parts then", spoke Bee as she finally analyzed everything he said. She was original preoccupied with what Aeos talked about. "So then you must have hunted in these woods for quite some time then. The way you talk about hunting", spoke Bee as she began to think back onto it. "It was so factual, almost like magic, but instead with a bow. With magic it is all about facts and theories. Sure there is some mysticism to it, but everything truly depends on your understanding of the elements and the spirits around you. Of course that is where the tomes come in. Oh crap! I am rambling about magic again. Well to get back to what I was saying the way you speak about archery is the same way people talk about magic. That means two things. One you must really like archery or maybe hunting to be more correct and two you must be really good at it. Though I guess your story confirms the latter."
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Post by Renoir on Jun 17, 2015 9:43:12 GMT -6
Renoir softly chuckled. "No, no help needed. The pleasure is mine." He watched as Aeos devoured his food. This man was clearly very hungry. And he had obviously come from far away. With quiet skepticism, Renoir wondered where in the world this man had come from. And where Bee had come from, for that matter. "Eat as much as you like; I can always find more." He said, very sure of himself, though not a pinch of haughtiness in his voice.
"By busy, I mean I was going to pursue more prey. See what's in the woods, you know. But perhaps I ought to call it a night if you're looking for an inn; after all, I've all the time in the world." He finished happily. He stood up, fixed his hair again, and looked over to Bee. What an interesting character. He listened intently as Bee spoke of her passion for fire and ice, two things he felt were marginally unrelated, but he was still amused by the small girl's character and intensity about the things she thought were fun. When he was young, he was not like that at all. It made him sad to think about. His youth hadn't been spent in such passion. He looked away for a moment before addressing her, fixating his gaze upon the flames again, considering what she had said.
The man outstretched his arms, palms open, to be warmed by the fire. He let out a breath and watched the air around it freeze the warm exhalation until the cloud of visible breath disappeared entirely. The wind was picking up, too, making it a bit colder. It was getting late. "Yes," he said plainly, glancing over at Bee. "I was born and raised here. I live in Bern now, but I came home to visit and refresh myself in my homeland. I had an appetite for winter to whet, hm?" he smiled at Bee. Perhaps she wound understand. "And yes, I would say archery, like magic, like swordplay... It's all art. There is beauty in it all. The quaint, quiet precision of archery is what makes it beautiful. It is less clumsy and more refined than swordplay, I would argue, but all forms of combative expression have their merits."
As he finished, Renoir looked to the sky, his ears perking up greatly. A chill went down his spine. He thought he heard the flapping of wings-- large wings, wings that didn't belong to the barn owls or the few late-night hawks looking for a final meal. He was sure he did.
And then the screech came.
Renoir parted his legs, kicking snow into the fire to immediately put it out. He figured, though, that it was already too late. In the same, quiet calmness, he looked to his companions. "Scatter." He drew his bow and hurried off behind a tree, pulling an arrow from the quiver on his back. He didn't notch it yet-- he waited to see what would happen.
Almost as if on cue, a giant, riderless wyvern landed in what had been their camp, and swallowed the rest of the deer whole. Renoir sighed quietly. He hadn't finished eating yet.
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Post by Aeos on Jun 17, 2015 19:40:35 GMT -6
Aeos continued to listen to Renoir and Bee make small talk as he helped himself to one more smaller piece of meat. He was feeling comfortable in this little campsite. When suddenly his ears perked up to the sound of flapping. It was a heavy sort of flapping that did not come from any bat or bird. That sounds an awful lot like our kind of wing beat. He tapped into the power of his stone again partially shifting his eyes so he could better sense his surroundings. He noticed Renoir look around he could hear it too. Then the young hunter gave the order to scatter. He quickly extinguished the flame and went into the woods. Their was a large shrill roar from the sky as a wyvern descended down to feast upon the deer. Aeos didn't move from his seat. Instead he continued to stare at the wyvern with a bit of a soft frown on his face. This creature has eaten our meal! Something primal in him stirred, as he didn't understand why but he felt insulted.
Aeos got up and turned to face the wyvern. There was a fire in his eyes that was rarely seen in the otherwise calm nomad from Nabata. No. Bring it back me. We can't shift here. THERE ARE PEOPLE! The riderless wyvern roared again and took a step forward. It's challenging us. The other part of him hissed in glee. There... are people. We need to protect them right? Protect ourself? The young wind dragon could feel the energy of the stone pulse sating in his veins. The wind spirits around him seemed to respond slightly to his power. Perhaps enough for those whom were spiritually aware to sense it. Through out all of this Aeos remained perfectly still. He knew the wyvern could sense something was off about him. Animals seemed to have a heighten awareness to his hidden power.
"S...sss.. Stop!" He lifted up his arm giving the wyvern a command to stop like a horse.
"You.. will get hurt if you approach!" He tried to reason with the creature. He didn't want to fight the beast, even though his primal instincts were to fight. He didn't want to see the creature hurt either. He knew snipers were highly effective against flying mounts. He didn't want to see his friends get hurt either. Aeos fought hard to keep a mental lid on his powers before they surfaced in any obvious means.
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Post by Bee on Jun 17, 2015 19:59:30 GMT -6
Warm fire and meat in her belly, Bee was good. Not only was she fed, but she could also enjoy the flames dance around and beat back the bitter cold. The only thing that would make this better is if there were two fires. Two fires are better than one. Each one danced differently than the last. Suddenly however Bee's universe was destroyed as her new found friend kicked snow into the fire and disappeared. He said something, but Bee did not listen. Instead she was grieving the fire. With her arm stretched out and a sad expression riding her face Bee had not suspected the Wyvern's decent. The mighty beast hit the snow like a bomb and blew snow and gravel onto the fair maiden. The frozen water sapped away all the heat that Bee had absorbed from the fire and the dirt had invaded her precious hair. The maiden sat there for a moment with a annoyed expression as the mighty beast swallowed the source of her food.
"Not only did you cause my flames to vanish, but you also ate my food", spoke Bee as she rose from her seat. It would be a good bet to say that Bee was mad, but mad was not really the word. She was furious and despite the fact that the Wyvern was a great threat Bee was going to face down the monster anyway. There was only so much the little maiden could take. Destroying her fire, eating her food, and getting dirt in her hair, no that thing had to die. Aeoes also seemed to be offended by the beast. He must really have loved that meat. Bee saw the way he was chomping down on it.
"Burn and die", shouted Bee grabbing the beast attention from Aeos as she pulled out her tome. The young maiden's eyes vanished as a glowing light radiated from where her eyes use to be. Her tomb, which she usually kept in her cote pocket, pages flipped rapidly as she held the book in her hand. Calling upon the elements of fire Bee formed the most basic of magical attack. From her fire tome came a bolt of fire. Its form was filled with her hatred and passion for flames itself. With a clean hit Bee ignited the fight between them and the wyvern as the magic radiated through the creatures body. Bee's flame blazed for a moment, but then vanished. Her skill was not good enough, but she was getting there.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 17, 2015 20:30:22 GMT -6
Renoir's eyes grew wide an confused as he watched Aeos approach the wild wyvern as if it were a pet, or some sort of containable animal. This was insane. Even through his typically calm demeanor, he had never seen such careless behavior before. Wait... The man spoke to it. Renoir felt a chill in the air, some sort of breeze that didn't come from the wind. Some power he couldn't place. No... He couldn't be. Aeos couldn't be. He had to be a mere traveler. That was all. There was no way. Dragonkin were legends. They didn't exist, or at least not anymore. They were all far in the west, weren't they?
He had no time to think. He placed the arrow carefully in the notch of his bow and pulled the string back, but didn't aim yet. His heart almost stopped cold as he watched the child shoot a ball of flame at it that quickly dissipated. Renoir knew when he was outmatched. If he was with a dragon, he would be fine, but this kid could get killed. Might get killed. "Tch," he breathed, jumping up to a branch, pulling himself up with his free hand. He crouched, legs evenly spaced across the branch, and crouched down. He had a clean shot at this thing. It hadn't even taken off yet, though it was clearly pissed off that it had been lit on fire.
Without making any vocal cue to his companions, Renoir aimed his bow. He could shoot the thing between the eyes, but it had thick skin... His advantage, and the advantage of any arrow against a winged beast, was its wings. If he took the wings out, it wouldn't be able to fly. He aimed downward, and was close enough to hit the wing with relative ease. As the wyvern's tail came up to smack Bee down and probably kill her, Renoir had no more time to judge. He loosed his arrow, and with the speed and precision of a hardened woodland tracker, the arrow pierced through the thin flesh of the creature's wing.
It roared mightily, shaking the trees, knocking Renoir down to the ground. The fall didn't hurt him, but the wyvern saw him immediately. Instead of finishing Bee off in one swing, it came forward towards Renoir, tail raised in the air.
Dashing forward behind an adjacent tree, Renoir just barely avoided the spikes of the tail as they came down and put dents in the bark of the tree he had just been in. He smiled mischievously to himself. He wanted big game. Now he had it.
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