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Post by Eliandor Ayzalth on Jan 10, 2018 17:05:26 GMT
Duskmire Woods, the landscape that one ventured in to disappear from the world. Ancient beasts, outlawed criminals, and insane minds were said to roam the wilderness in legends, and such tales weren't all that far from the truth. A berserked dragon was on Eliandor's list of targets, a task he was hired to carry out along with a fellow hybrid by the name of Ruthalla Elanan. How he knew such was more of an inference than anything, based on her draconic features that the true race would not have been able to take on. A curious pairing, the two were, but of course Ruthalla wouldn't know why that was the case, nor would their employer.
Eliandor had left his mount in a nearby village, where he had met his partner, and soon they had embarked on their journey to track down the dragon. He wore simple and light black leather armor over thin links of chain, prioritizing speed over protection, and had two short swords strapped to his back along with an assortment of knives on his person. The man's face posed a bored look, further augmented by a yawn he let out. Trekking through the forest with no sign of their target was not something he considered entertaining. Either their dragon was a fan of flight or didn't exist. Well, he supposed the woods were a vast place, but with the knowledge that their prey couldn't shift into human form they should have already ran into some evidence.
"This is just lovely," he complained, looking over in the direction of Ruthalla. "Well, what do you suppose our plan of action should be once we actually find the thing?" Needless to say, Eliandor wasn't taking the whole ordeal seriously, despite knowing the great risks in approaching a frenzied being.
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Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Jan 26, 2018 14:22:41 GMT
Ruth hated these woods. It was a place where one could easily get lost, and a surprising amount of fugitives pick this location because of it. There was too much darkness, too many sinkholes and far too many random beasts roaming the area. Only for the best of pay would Ruth even consider going in to fetch or kill something. But this was such the case, as she'd been promised a handsome sum to take care of a mad dragon. Along with her general dislike of the scaly creatures, it was enough for her to even tolerate someone else coming along. A man by the name of Eliandor. Though tall and athletic, the fellow wasn't all that impressive in her mind. Then again, very few were, and those usually landed on her list of enemies, not allies.
What grated on her nerves the most wasn't the eerie absence of the dragon, but the man evidently getting bored as they walked through the woods. He didn't voice this outright, at least not at first, but it permeated his body language so much it was hard to miss. And the more aloof he seemed the more tension piled on her throughout the trek. Why she got paired with him was beyond her, as he didn't seem all that prepared for the ordeal.
Ruth herself was, as always, decked out as though war was upon her. Steel plates shielded her shoulders and arms, with hard leather to protect her torso, along with the chainmail underneath. Her sword rested upon her back, nestled between two draconic wings and covered with a billowing scarlet cape.
The wings, coupled with a scaly, pointy tail that twitched behind her, pointed heavily to what she truly was – a half dragon hybrid. She was part elf as well, but most were too distracted by her obvious draconic features to notice the pointy ears hiding in her hair.
Ruth ran a clawed hand through the brown tresses, untangling a strand from her black, swooping horns as she resisted sighing to Eliandor's words.
"Whatever elemental magic the dragon possesses, I can likely handle with my fire and earth. At least enough to distract the bugger." The warrior woman said, golden eyes moving to comb over his form critically. She didn't even hide how she felt, expression flat and unimpressed with him.
"The better question is, what exactly can you bring to the table?" Ruth said, ever the blunt one in any situation.
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