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Post by Jill Warrick on Aug 27, 2023 18:42:34 GMT -6
I have killed the monster
Frost bitten winds whipped at her shivering form as Jill made her way through the sprawling winter-soaked wilderness. Gargantuan conifers towered over her like silent observers, their evergreen branches dancing gracefully with the twisting breeze, whispering secrets only the forest could comprehend. With each step she left behind an imprint upon the once pristine canvas of powdery snow, a fleeting testament to her passage through the wilds. Her senses fully woven together with nature, the Northerner felt an empathic connection to this untamed land. It was as if she had returned home to Valorcene, on a journey to reunite with the family she so desperately missed.
She knew this was not the case, but it was a nice thought to have while traversing such harsh climates. While this place was similar, it was not Valisthea. Jill pondered if Ultima had taken her to one of the outer continents following his confrontation with Clive and the others. Rumors within the Hideaway said he had come from the forgotten lands, but there was no definitive proof of this. ‘Stop.’ She told herself, forcing the thoughts from her mind. She needed to focus on pushing forward. Unsheathing her rapier, she began to thresh through the heavy undergrowth surrounding her, soon discovering a narrow pathway carved between the trees.
Carefully stepping over the underbrush, Jill crouched as she entered the path. She placed a gloved hand onto the ground below, feeling the pattern and design of the broken limbs beneath the snow. “Man-made.” Her words were barely a whisper as she realized she might not be as alone as she had thought. Grip tightening around the hilt of her blade, she took in the fullness of her surroundings again.
The top layer of snow appeared to be undisturbed, but that didn’t mean much with how heavy the snow had been falling earlier. To her right the path stretched a good 20 yards before making a turn, while the left only stretched half that. It was wide enough for two people to comfortably walk side by side, leaving little room for a skirmish. If there was one. Letting out a breath, Jill cursed and brought herself back to her feet. Suddenly the wilds didn’t feel so much like home anymore, her once-familiar surrounding now seemed doused in uncertainty. Even the trees had changed, their limbs casting elongated shadows over the path that taunted her with whispers of doubt.
Her heart nearly jumped as a howl echoed around her, followed by the rustling of branches to her rear. “Bloody hell.” She cursed again, whipping around to see three large wolves staring back at her. Their ivory fangs gleamed, sharp and menacing, a warning etched in nature's most primal script. The winter air vibrated with tension as the beast’s growls rumbled from deep within their chests, a symphony of pure aggression. Their sapphire eyes bore into Jill with an unnerving intensity. They had proclaimed their territory, and she was the invader.
Jill knew there would be no calming these animals, meaning she was in for a fight. Pulling at the aether, she allowed her elemental magick to awaken, throwing up a hand and releasing a Blizzara spell straight at them. Not waiting to see their reaction, she quickly turned and bolted to the left of the path in a desperate attempt to escape. Her footfalls were jagged, stumbling over gnarled roots hidden beneath the snow. The further she went, the more twisted the path became, distorting into a labyrinth of shadows that seemed to close in around her. Her senses were heightened, every sound now amplified to a deafening crescendo, and every moment a potential threat.
Rounding another corner in the trail, Jill was met by a fourth wolf, causing her to skid to a halt. “You have got to be joking.” She struggled to speak through heavy breaths. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the other three were approaching fast. Before she could pull at the aether again, the fourth beast launched itself into the air. Its muscular body cashed into her, sending Jill staggering backward to the ground below. The impact reverberated through her, a force that stole a gasp from her lips as her feet slid in the snow.
[attr=class,bulk] Sephiroth did not need a mission to explore the upper reaches of Mount Hotan, and indeed he had none. Missions, objectives, they were all part of a different time. A different life under the rule of Shinra and its expectations. Now he moved with his own purpose, no matter how uncertain that purpose may be. In this case, he had heard tell of sacred and secret places amongst the mountain peaks where the snow never melted and the wildlife had grown vicious and territorial. Sephiroth worried little of the dangers. Such deterrents would keep the paths quiet but for the light crunch of his boots in the ice-hardened snow.
Sephiroth’s thoughts threatened to overtake him. His emotions, always packaged neatly away, threatened to break free. As always in such times, Sephiroth sought isolation.
The light of the setting sun shimmered across the ice, each tree seeming to sparkle in its gaze. He listened to the call of birds, to the howling winds across the mountainside, to the subtle whisper of shifting pine needles. The cold was bitter and sharp. It struck his chest, leaving him breathless. It settled into his nose and cheeks, leaving them with a dull ache that reminded him that he was, in most ways, still human.
As though he had ever been anything else. As though he had not, from the moment of his birth, been human and something else.
Something which smelled of antiseptic and mako injections. Something which flickered in the dull sheen of fluorescent lights on gunmetal gray. Its echo swelled viciously, and Sephiroth recentered himself, taking in the scent of pine needles and the ever present ache of the cold.
Nature would ground him. There was life here, as inhospitable as it was, and none of it could ever thrive in Midgar.
Sephiroth heard movement ahead and slowed to a stop, hand shifting instinctively to his sword.
There was a rustle in the foliage, and from it it emerged an arctic wolf, its thick fur dusted with snow, its eyes sharp upon him. It regarded him for a moment, perhaps considering him as prey or an intruder upon its territory. Sephiroth answered its gaze with his own cool regard. The wind howled between them, spinning icy flurries in its wake, and then in the distance, there came a howl that was far removed from the wind.
The wolf raised its head at attention, ears flicking in thought, before it turned and dashed back into the foliage to answer the summons. Sephiroth watched it go, motionless as he listened.
He heard the thundering of paws through the frozen undergrowth. He heard the snaps of tree branches and the clumsy crunch of human footsteps growing louder. Then the crash of flesh upon flesh and the staggering of boots against the icy terrain.
Sephiroth sighed. He had not expected to find anyone stupid enough to climb this high alone into the mountains. He had, apparently, been wrong.
He walked towards the sounds of the scuffle without any sense of urgency. The wolves were territorial, not malicious. And any traveler who could not defend themselves long enough for his arrival did not deserve his support.
What he found as he rounded the bend was not entirely unsurprising. A woman was standing her ground, barely, against the wolf he had faced only moments before. Its hackles her raised, its fur bristled, and its fangs were bared, but its true purpose became clear as Sephiroth looked past the combatants to catch sight of two more wolves charging shoulder to shoulder to close in on the woman’s flank with another only a few feet behind them.
Sephiroth’s eyes sharpened as he took to the air, launching himself weightlessly above the woman as he pulled his sword from its sheath. A single downward slash cut through the two leading wolves as they prepared their attack, stopping their momentum in yelps of surprise and pain as they fell bleeding to the ground. Sephiroth landed lightly behind the woman and skewered the third beast upon his sword before it had a chance to react. He sent it flying into the underbrush with a flick of his blade where he heard it tumble into the foliage, its last breaths turning to a pitiable whine.
With that done, Sephiroth glanced behind him without turning his head. Either the woman would finish the last of the beasts or it would have the intelligence to turn tail and flee. Either outcome meant nothing to him.
Post by Jill Warrick on Sept 11, 2023 15:03:42 GMT -6
I have killed the monster
Both hands buried in the thick of the beast’s coarse mane, Jill struggled against its weight as bloodthirsty fangs snapped violently at her throat. Even if she could wrestle the damned thing off of her, three more were close behind and salivating for their own piece of flesh. But she had endured far worse in her years, and she had no intention of forfeiting to such a timorous fate. Searing pain tore through her muscles as she awakened the aether once again, releasing a nest of glacial blades from her palms.
The gnarled beast let out a pained shriek as it fumbled backwards, recoiling from her elemental attack. Rolling to her side, she gained her footing and was back on her feet in seconds. Jill wasted no time in drawing her rapier as two additional yowls rang out from behind her. She stole a glance over her shoulder, seeing two of the wolves from before tumbling into the snow as a figure descended gracefully from the skies. Dark boots meeting the ground, they swung their blade once more, ending the threat of their oncoming pack.
Whipping her head back forward, slate-colored eyes met the sapphire hues of the beast who dared to devour her. To her surprise the animal seemed to understand the tides had turned, letting out one final cry before retreating into the depths of the forest. With the bestial threat quelled, Jill turned to face the mysterious figure who had seemingly come from absolutely nowhere.
With her blade extended out towards them, she called out, “While I would like to thank you, I can’t be sure of your intentions just yet.” Whoever they were, they had yet to turn to face her, leaving only their flowing silver locks and leather studded pant legs to be seen. “Where did you come from?” She asked, “Were you hiding amongst the trees?” Jill only wished to sheath her blade, to ask where she might be or how to return home, but these were not luxuries she could afford. This was a foreign land, one beyond the realm of Valisthea. There was no telling what their customs might entail.
The limits of Ultima’s power had not been known. For all she knew, he had taken her to the outer continent; a land said to be overwhelmed by the curse of the Blight. Only she could feel the aether pulsing through the air, allowing her to access the wells of her magick. Her chest tightened with worries as she pondered the many possibilities of her situation. Had they been wrong all this time? And if so, what had Clive done? Had their resolve been built upon a web of lies, all spun to bring Ultima’s true goal to fruition?
[attr=class,bulk] For a moment, Sephiroth remained motionless, listening to the wind and the rustle of pine needles. Within the mountainous underbrush, the animalistic whines faded as the life left his last target. Behind him, he heard the scampering of paws through the snow as the remaining wolf fled from a conflict it could not win. Behind him, he heard the woman’s footsteps, no doubt turned to face him.
She expressed her suspicions. She demanded answers. Natural, he supposed. He could almost respect her skepticism.
Finally, Sephiroth glanced behind him to meet her gaze. Her steely gray eyes, sharp with distrust met his own – cool, impassive, and glowing with mako’s telltale light. He had been told that his eyes were unnerving to the common people. Thankfully, he cared little of their judgments.
”I heard your struggling,” he answered simply. ”You needed help. And so I came.”
It was not lost on him that this woman had her sword set directly against him. Sephiroth sheathed his own. Perhaps it would set her at ease. If she chose to attack, she wouldn’t pose enough of a threat to warrant the use of his blade.
Sephiroth looked skyward towards the mountain’s summit. Though he could not see his intended destination, he knew that he had a long trek ahead of him. He’d hoped that it would be a quiet, uneventful journey in which he could relish in his own solitude. He still hoped as such.
”You’ll find a path twenty paces east of here. It will take you down the mountain to the hiking trails.”
He didn’t know what this woman was doing so far past said trails. He didn’t know what she was after or why she had come so ill-prepared. He did not care to ask. He had saved her once already. It would be on her to bring herself safely back to civilization.
