Storm of a Century[Karlyn] Dec 29, 2017 19:21:07 GMT
Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Dec 29, 2017 19:21:07 GMT
The blizzard howled, even more violently than expected. So much so, it was giving even the fiery hybrid some trouble moving forward. Ruth grumbled angrily, buried under thick woolen shawls and a cloak, all coated generously with the oncoming snow. Usually, her fire magic made it melt and slide right off of her, but the blizzard was piling more on faster than it could melt, and most of the half-dragon's efforts were focused on keeping her legs clear anyway. Yellow and blue flames billowed forth from her here and there, surgically biting a path ahead into the snow.
She dragged her things with her as well, food, some picks and other mining supplies peeking from underneath ropes and the cover that kept the items fastened to the sled underneath. The steel round shield tied to it threw gleams here and there, where the blizzard allowed the sun to cut through. Every once in a while, the woman stopped to shake the snow off herself, particularly her wings, letting them flap under the cloak she used to hide them from the element. She probably made an odd sight, with a high bulge upon her back, dragging a sled in the middle of a storm.
Ruth wasn't looking where she was going, as it was hard to do so in this weather. She was probably the only one stubborn enough to keep going through the blizzard while all others sought shelter. The woman plowed forward, sensing the ground deep beneath the snow under her feet and using it to keep track of where she was. As such, the half dragon had no need to look up, or even ahead that much, keeping her head down.
A noise reached her pointy ears, making the woman pause. It was hard to distinguish what it was with all the howling around, but nonetheless Ruth looked up, and tried sweeping her gaze over her surroundings. She saw nothing, and was about to keep moving when an arrow thunked into the bulk upon the sled. That one made the woman growl, half-turning to glare at the arrow with amber eyes. The angle of the feathery end told her roughly where the projectile had come from, and upon looking right up ahead, she spotted armor glinting here and there from behind a snowy bank.
Someone armed and dangerous was there, and the arrow had been a warning shot, she presumed. And whoever they were, she'd unknowingly been going straight towards them.Which was just great. Of all the places in all the lands, she thought in the midst of a blizzard would be one where she'd be left alone to her devices. Curbing her bubbling anger, the hybrid raised her hands ever so slowly, making sure the other party could see them.
There was a pause of relative silence, while the people up ahead apparently weighted what to do. Few moments later, they began gesturing at her, though she couldn't quite see them well. Ruth looked aside, quite tempted to just turn, try to circle around them and keep going, but something about their waves and flails told her she should go on towards them.
Sighing in resignation, the woman began moving, tugging on the rope to keep the sled gliding after her as she made her way towards the strangers.