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White filled the world as far as the eye could see. The wind sharp and bitter, biting at any sign of flesh left unprotected. The crystallized water that created the individual snowflakes seemed to be on overdrive the past few days. From the whispers overheard in one town, it was thanks to something called the Reignstorm. The last had caused many an issue and this was predicted to be far worse than the last. The soft crunch of snow under boots was lost in the wind. The only sign of a person moving throughout the wave of white being a shock of green. Most would chalk it up to a trick of the weather. In actuality, it was the uniform of a White Tiger l'Cie making her way to the remains of what appeared to be a village on this godforsaken mountain.
The trek alone was harsh on the body and mind for any that dared to make it, especially in this weather. However, this woman was used to such weather as it reminded her of home. The only difference being that there weren't chocobos dashing about and magitek fighting off various monsters that dotted the landscape and threatened their outposts. In that very human moment of reminiscing, a wolf like creature had creeped up in silence and struck at her. Having been caught off guard, its teeth sank into her arm and its claws raked against her breastplate. With her free hand, she had slipped out a dagger and took out the beast, kicking its corpse away from her, leaving a startling trail of crimson in her steps as she forced herself to move those last few meters to one of the abandoned buildings.
For a moment, she would struggle with the door, one of her hands slick from the wound suffered by the wolf. But once she was able to get inside, she would lean on the wall and pull her helmet off, tossing it aside and taking a breath. As her dark chocolate gaze, flecked with jade scanned the room, she mumbled. "And people wonder why I don't care for animals..." Her words were meant for no one in particular as she didn't see anyone. With a sigh, the blonde soldier would start rummaging through the building, searching for first aid supplies and something to create a fire.
If need be...there was always the last resort of burning a building...
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
[attr="class","itsover"] The wind was sharp as shark's teeth and just as cruel. It bit into Faris' flesh at jagged edges until his cheeks were red and stinging with cold. It wasn't usually his style to go bounding off into a blizzard, but it couldn't be helped. He had a job to do with a life on the line. Faris landed unsteadily in the snow, adjusting his dragoon's armor as he eyed the next cliff. It was about twenty feet high with rough corners and jagged edges. He cursed the weather just as he cursed the mountain and his own foul luck. "I've gone soft," he muttered as he took to the sky again.
It had all started with those dragons.
He hadn't meant to stay in a single village for so long. He certainly hadn't meant to start working for them, but once the horde of dragons came along, there simply wasn't anything else he could do. After he'd slaughtered three of the dragons right in the village square, the town had begged it of him. They didn't have anyone who could protect them, they'd said. He just had to stay and fend the beasts off when they came, they'd said. Faris had demanded a hefty sum of gold for his trouble, and that had been that. Nothing more than a simple job, he'd thought. At least, until one of the fiends had stolen away with a child.
The boy's name was Roy. His mother had handed Faris a picture of a dimpled child with scraggled black hair and a stuffed lion. Faris had tracked the beast three days across the whole countryside and into the nearest mountain range. The boy was almost certainly dead now. "If only the crew could see me now," he muttered again. When had he gone so soft? Chasing after a damned dragon for nothing more than vengeance for a boy he'd never known. "At least it'd make Lenna happy."
Ice cracked beneath his feet as he landed at the top of the craggy outpost. He could see just about everything from here -- or at least, he could have if it hadn't been for the snow. He raised a hand against it and squinted at the sky, the cliffs, even the ground. There wasn't a dragon in sight or any sign of one for that matter. Faris cursed under his breath and rolled back on his armored heels. He'd lost it. After all that effort, it was gone with hardly a token to show for it. Faris thrust his spear into the ground and then stalked across the cliff's edge -- first one way and then the other. He'd lost it. After everything he'd tried.
After what he'd told the mother.
Faris groaned and pressed his palm against his forehead. If he never went back, he wouldn't have to tell her the bad news. He could move on again, just as he'd planned all along. He wouldn't have to tell her he'd failed. He wouldn't have to see her cry.
Just a mist on the wind, that's what Faris was. Free as the wind over salty seas. He'd move on again just like he'd always planned to. He'd find the white knight or that chaos demon or maybe just a few more dragons if he felt like it. Faris rounded on his spear and yanked it from its icy prison.
It was then that he heard the wolves.
What started as just a few yips on the wind grew into full-on growls and a feral scream below him. Faris squinted through the snow and saw it -- four gray blurs chasing down something vaguely human. Faris regripped his spear and threw himself from the cliff without thinking twice. His spear skewered one of the beasts as he landed, pinning it to the ground through its neck. The remaining two let out startled yelps before scuttling away across the ice. Faris let them go. They weren't worth it and they weren't who he was looking for.
A trail in the snow led him to a dilapidated cabin half caved in from decay. Faris glanced from the grime-caked windows to the rusty hinges before he noticed a fur-wrapped bundle near the door -- a dead wolf. Beside it was the crimson stain of blood leading in heavy drops from the corpse to the cabin door. Faris cursed.
"Hey! You alright in there?" He pounded on the door with the broad side of his fist. "Don't answer that! That beast took a good chunk out of you if the blood's anything to go by. I've got potions! I'll even let you have them if I'm feeling charitable!" Faris paused, hand still hovering above the door, before cautiously grabbing the handle and pushing it open. The hinges creaked like something alive. The air smelled of dust and wood rot. Still, Faris sidled inside and searched the shadows for his target.
"I'm coming in whether you like it or not so you'd better show yourself! I'll drag you out myself if I have to!"
Nothing. There was absolutely nothing useful in this place. The only use this cabin could possibly have would be kindling. But then again, it was a shield from the wind even if a poor one. As an annoyed sigh left her in a short breath, her gaze returned to the dirty windows. For a moment, she had sworn there was movement but at the same time it was highly unlikely unless it was some other type of beast. Considering there was a dead wolf at the doorstep, that was a possibility Qun'mi would rather not entertain. Some other time perhaps but not now. To keep from drawing notice as a just in case, she took a single gloved finger and smudged a spot on the window to look out of it. All her eyes saw was the white of snow and the very faint touch of blue from accumulating ice. Her ears however caught something else. A yelp. Probably from one of the wolves that had scattered. Not her problem.
She took a step away from the window and moved to search the rest of the dilapidated cabin with care. The floorboards creaked with almost every step of the army boots. While she searched, a noise just beyond the door made her halt. Footsteps. Had she been tailed? Qun'mi wasn't exactly sure but she was not about to take chances. Drawing her dagger, she carefully and cautiously made her way to the side of the door and waited.
Then came the banging on the door followed by the raised voice of a young male. "Hey! You alright in there? Don't answer that! That beast took a good chunk out of you if the blood's anything to go by. I've got potions! I'll even let you have them if I'm feeling charitable!"
Listening to his voice, Qun'mi glanced at her arm for a moment. The wolf had certainly gotten her and had done so quite well although it wasn't enough to cause that much of a ruckus. If anything, the wolf's own blood was the majority of the mess outside. Her gaze returned to the door, expecting it to open or get blasted apart as seemed to be the custom here. After a moment of silence, the young man yelled again, "I'm coming in whether you like it or not so you'd better show yourself! I'll drag you out myself if I have to!" He had said as he opened the door with caution and slipped inside.
Such caution actually brought a faint smirk to her lips. Her discarded helmet being quite noticeable in the shadows. The gold of the lenses almost making it appear to follow Faris's movements. Once he was clear of the door, the next audible noise would be the creak of the door again as it closed with a little help from Qun'mi. "Who are you?" She asked, her tone demanding an answer as her eyes narrowed ever so slightly watching the stranger before her. The garb he wore was foreign to her and rather interesting, if she had to admit. On first appearance, she wouldn't be able to do much in the way of defense if he turned out to be a threat. She put the dagger away, hoping to have done so before he noticed it. "The majority of the blood is from that wolf. The more important question is what army are you with?" Call it paranoia, but the questions were valid. Anyone that lived and breathed war would understand why such things were being asked.
Final Fantasy V
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
[attr="class","itsover"] The cabin was empty.
Faris looked one way and then the next. To the left where was a half-rotten bookshelf close to collapse. Straight ahead, a window so slick with grime that light filtered through in yellow shafts. To the right, nothing but an old brick fireplace long forgotten and left to the dust of time. Faris took another step forward, steel-strapped heels clicking against the floorboards. "Where are you hiding?" He took another step but still found nothing. Had he been wrong? Was there nothing here but wood rot and dust? How old was that blood? "I won't hurt you. You have a sailor's promise on tha-" He froze. Something had flashed in the corner of his eye. Behind the bookshelf. Something feral and yellow.
Eyes.
Faris spun around to face them, spear raised and ready, but they didn't move. Just caught the light again from that grimy window. Faris peered closer at the silver contraption in front of him. It was metallic and jagged with a snarling face and fiendish eyes. "A helmet...?"
The door creaked shut behind him.
Faris jumped and spun around. There was the door -- closed. And by it, a shadowy figure that might have been human. "Who are you?" Faris stared at it for a moment, eyes wide and ready to strike before cursing loudly and lowering his spear.
"What do you think you're doing? Sneaking up on someone in a shack in the middle of nowhere? I about took a swing at you! You should've announced yourself!"
Faris let out a long, heavy breath before eyeing the stranger closer. It was a woman, he thought, though he couldn't be sure with her formless overalls and plate armor. She had a sharp look to her from her harsh brow to the hair cut roughly by her ear. If Faris had to guess, he'd peg her as some kind of dock-worker or maybe a ship's engineer -- though what one of those would be doing in a place like this, he couldn't begin to say. She shifted her weight before answering his unspoken question.
"The majority of the blood is from that wolf," she said, and sure enough, though he spotted torn, blooded padding on her shoulder, it wasn't dripping the way it would have if the wound had been deeper. She straightened, her lips narrowed as she looked him over again. "The more important question is what army are you with?"
Faris blinked. "Army?" he echoed before laughing loudly. "I'm not with any army, lass. Don't you worry." He righted his spear before suddenly realizing what he must have looked like. Clad in crimson armor from head to toe. Helmed in the likeness of a dragon and carrying a wicked spear. Faris shook his head. "This is for monsters -- not people unless they cross me. Been hunting dragons, the vicious beasts. I'll take it off if it'll do you good."
He didn't want to remove his armor, not with the freezing wind about them, but it wasn't like him to go around alarming young women either. At least not if he wasn't taking them for ransom. Faris held his spear out in front of him and willed away the earth crystal's might. In a second, he felt that familiar warmth paired with an ethereal glow. His armor dissipated into blue cotton. His helm melted into purple hair and his usual green bandanna. Without the weight of his spear, Faris placed his hand on his hip and looked to the woman decisively.
"Well, the offer still stands. I've got potions, and I'm not much for sticking around any longer. I can get you patched up and back to town, if that's something that interests you. You're lucky I lost that dragon."
The moment Faris mentioned dragons, he had her attention. Most didn't just hunt them for no reason and the last dragon she had the misfortune of dealing with was tied to the Azure Crystal. Dragons were sacred to those heretics and a powerful enemy that threatened her homeland once. She watched the glow about the boy as the armor faded away into cotton clothing and the helm vanished, becoming vivid purple locks. Now that wasn't something she saw every day. The fact he still offered her aid was a tad unnerving. Where she hailed from, people didn't offer to aid soldiers.
She took a breath and regarded the young man once more. He didn't appear to be lying but then again who knew. The wind continued to kick up snow about the cabin, rattling the windows a bit. "Since you're offering your aid, I might as well accept." She replied. She absolutely hated needing help from others. But perhaps this time it would be useful and she wouldn't need to be indebted to him. "You can worry about your potions after the dragon. Consider it a trade if you want." She didn't offer her own help often but if it was to prevent feeling like she owed someone then so be it. It's not like the commander was here to give her any orders but there was an annoying whisper in her mind.
"If this dragon is anything like the ones where I'm from, then you can't kill it alone." The reason was very much a good one and she held a rather personal grudge with dragons. If Faris accepted the aid in return then it would be time to track where the dragon went off to. If not, then she would head for town. Either way, its not like any of it mattered. It was unlikely she would see him again.
Final Fantasy V
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Single
Pansexual
245 POSTS
Fin
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
[attr="class","itsover"] The woman hesitated at first, but then sighed deeply and told him she'd take his offer. Of course she would. Faris hadn't said a thing she wouldn't like -- not if she was sane, at least. But still, there was something odd about her tone. As though everything still wasn't exactly to her liking. "You can worry about your potions after the dragon," she said. "Consider it a trade if you want."
"After the dragon?" Faris raised an eyebrow at her. He hadn't said anything about doing anything with a dragon except that he'd been hunting a few. And that had absolutely nothing to do with her as far as he was concerned. "What are you-?"
"If this dragon is anything like the ones where I'm from, then you can't kill it alone."
Faris blinked at her without comprehension, waiting for something else to make more sense. "You're joking," he said, but seconds passed and the punchline never came. "Hold on. You think you can-?" Realization hit and he burst into laughter again, hard and spirited like he hadn't in weeks. "Lass, you think you can help with a dragon? Don't know where you came from, but a dragon's got a meaner bite than any wolf."
Even as his laughter faded, his grin remained -- a hearty shadow of his own amusement. He wasn't one to discourage a fight -- particularly in a spirited young woman like this -- but even he had his limits. If she couldn't handle a pack of wolves without locking herself bleeding in a cabin in the snow then she couldn't do a thing against a dragon but get in the way and maybe hurt its feelings with an insult or two. She'd have to have lost a few too many pints of blood to think any different.
"Listen." Faris straightened and gave her the most well-meaning look he could manage when he couldn't wipe the grin off his face. "It's a fine offer and a welcome one, but you'd be in for a fight you couldn't win, and it's not in my conscience to let a nice lass like you in the line of fire. I've lost the beast as it is, so there's nothing keeping me here but pride." Faris shook his head before crossing his arms and appraising her. "Let's just be on our way. It's a long walk back to town and a deadly one at that. The wind's already cold enough to freeze you numb, so we'd best hurry before we're both stranded here for good."
