Ways of the Mountain[Declan] Dec 8, 2017 15:57:23 GMT
Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Dec 8, 2017 15:57:23 GMT
Ruth made a mental note to find the merchant who had sold her this horse. The equine she rode was nothing short of fidgety, even by her standards. Animals in general didn't like the hybrid, and that much she could understand, but this horse in particular stopped at the most dumbest and random times. Like this one, in the middle of a small patch of woods on the road through the mountains. Ruth didn't know if the equine saw something, or was simply spooked by shadows.
Regardless, it was riling the warrior's temper something fierce.
"I swear to all the holy gods above, if you don't move..." The woman growled, giving the animal a kick, still thankfully restrained as to not hurt it. The horse gave her an unhappy noise, taking a few steps forward before stopping again. Its ears swiveled nervously, listening to the hybrid as she spouted a few more empty threats, then sighed in resignation.
Looks like she was going to have to dismount and guide the bloody creature out of the woods. Again. Muttering darkly under her breath, the woman moved to get out of the saddle.
That was as far as she got, before the animal went mad with fear. Ruth didn't even have time to guess what set it off, clinging to the saddle as the horse began to buck and kick. To the veteran's credit, she held on until the spooked equine took off into the forest. A particularly badly-timed buck from it sent the hybrid's head crashing into a low-hanging branch, neatly sweeping the woman out of her saddle. Ruth hit the ground with a growl, having only enough sense to fold her wings to keep them from harms way as she rolled.
As her horse went off galloping through the woods, sowing her possessions left and right, a tree was what stopped Ruth's roll. The woods grew quiet for a few moments, until the woman stirred with a weak groan. She blinked her eyes open, then promptly gave a sulfurous curse as blood from a cut on her forehead tainted her vision.
"When I catch you..." Ruth snarled, blinking as she worked her way to her feet, leaning on the nearby tree in her half-blind state. "...I'll turn you into minced meat and make you my goddamn lunch!!" She howled and ranted on, expletives pouring for the animal with every breath she took.
Until she felt something through the ground beneath her feet. It summoned a hiss from the woman, who promptly went for the bastard sword resting between her wings. Half-unsheathing it, Ruth scowled with squinted eyes, trying to discern her surroundings. Her head still swam from the blow, but it didn't stop the woman from barking.
"Who's there? Make yourself known. Right now." She demanded, one hand upon the hilt of her sword, while the other pressed against the bark of the nearest tree for stability. Her scarlet, draconic wings twitched, lightly unfurling left and right as her mind wrongly interpreted her own orientation in the world.
Nevertheless, the woman probably screamed dangerous mercenary. Armored with hardened leather over her torso, and with steel plate cascading down her arms and legs, she was plenty prepared for trouble ahead. More than that, the wild tresses of her dark hair, now decorated with a few twigs and leaves, probably gave the woman a feral look as well.