Surely, Carvallain would want results, and soon. Days slowly shifted to nights and Rivienne hardly spent much time in bed. She stopped sending her letters to Eudalie and Thaarus -- not because she had forgotten, but she had little chance to do so. Her thoughts oft drifted to the man who spoke of his love, to the young Miqo'te that was like a sibling to her. But at this moment, she couldn't afford to let her thoughts wander. The task was important.
In the field of snow, it was interesting to track down the beasts she sought. It was made easier by the time charts that were written down thanks to the knights that previously observed the peculiar behavior and mannerisms taking place with a select few of dragons. These creatures were the reason why their ranks were thinned, to find the source of said reason was suicide – from the looks of it.
The terrain was not friendly for those traveling on the back of a chocobo. The hill was jagged with rock, at times sharpened edges were buried underneath the layers of snowfall. Weapons, long forgotten, were frozen memories protruding from the ground in a barren graveyard of white. They stood there now, far to the West, away from the Observatorium, away from most of Dragonhead's denizens. Patrols no longer frequented the area, it was left to the beasts and those who would have to fend for themselves.
Upon meeting Vincent, and realizing that he worked also for the Adders in the same division as she, he took it upon himself to travel through this wasteland, investigating locations where the dragons frequent, though it all lead to this area. Past the Boulder Downs is where she heads now, avoiding the contact of the other Adder who was hell-bent on doing a bit of investigating himself. The incoming blizzard makes it nigh impossible to see a few paces before her, yet Avenger has no qualms in taking the lead. There was little use for the eyes when their ears could easily pick up the soft growling that was carried out in to the air. They were not alone in this tundra of ice and snow.
The reins are released entirely, allowing her hands to busy themselves with the bow and arrow she notched. Behind the goggles, golden eyes narrowed into slender slits while picking up the faint whistles of the wind, mingling with the guttural sound of the drakes. The scarf worn billowed backwards, whipping into the fury of the wind before her. But, with the wind, a foul stench was carried over, which immediately alerted Avenger of what lies ahead.
“Down,†the voice of the Elezen was below a whisper, hardly audible to anyone, or anything, other than Avenger, who began to pick up speed forward. He tilts down his head, allowing her to take better aim of what potential danger was ahead. Not hindered by this blasted snowfall, Rivienne steadies her arm and pulls the bowstring taut, trusting her instinct to let this arrow fly true. The chocobo, fearlessly, heads straight for the sound.
From the white wall of snow, the ghastly shadow takes on form; its wings are spread wide, its eyes are beacons of hunger that stare straight at the armored steed. It was not the only one, from behind, another appeared and draws the attention of the huntress, who whistled loudly, and tapped the side of Avengers' frame, to steer him into a strafe. This territory was guarded, and with the sheet of snow, it would have been difficult to see the direction in which these beasts came from until it was too late. Luckily, they had speed on their side.
Rivienne lets the first arrow fly forward, and using the glow of the eyes as a target, one is taken out upon her release. It finds its mark. An arrow penetrates the eye and impales the beast; from its maw came a painful shrill that could have rocked the very foundation underneath them. A heartbeat passes and another arrow is recovered from her quiver and is drawn. As the first dragon goes into a rage of pain, the other doesn't lose focus so easily and comes full speed toward them. Avenger runs around the flailing drake to find the other is following close behind. The flicker of flames could be seen from its opened maw; if Rivienne wished not to have a charred chocobo, she would need to move fast.
In the field of snow, it was interesting to track down the beasts she sought. It was made easier by the time charts that were written down thanks to the knights that previously observed the peculiar behavior and mannerisms taking place with a select few of dragons. These creatures were the reason why their ranks were thinned, to find the source of said reason was suicide – from the looks of it.
The terrain was not friendly for those traveling on the back of a chocobo. The hill was jagged with rock, at times sharpened edges were buried underneath the layers of snowfall. Weapons, long forgotten, were frozen memories protruding from the ground in a barren graveyard of white. They stood there now, far to the West, away from the Observatorium, away from most of Dragonhead's denizens. Patrols no longer frequented the area, it was left to the beasts and those who would have to fend for themselves.
Upon meeting Vincent, and realizing that he worked also for the Adders in the same division as she, he took it upon himself to travel through this wasteland, investigating locations where the dragons frequent, though it all lead to this area. Past the Boulder Downs is where she heads now, avoiding the contact of the other Adder who was hell-bent on doing a bit of investigating himself. The incoming blizzard makes it nigh impossible to see a few paces before her, yet Avenger has no qualms in taking the lead. There was little use for the eyes when their ears could easily pick up the soft growling that was carried out in to the air. They were not alone in this tundra of ice and snow.
The reins are released entirely, allowing her hands to busy themselves with the bow and arrow she notched. Behind the goggles, golden eyes narrowed into slender slits while picking up the faint whistles of the wind, mingling with the guttural sound of the drakes. The scarf worn billowed backwards, whipping into the fury of the wind before her. But, with the wind, a foul stench was carried over, which immediately alerted Avenger of what lies ahead.
“Down,†the voice of the Elezen was below a whisper, hardly audible to anyone, or anything, other than Avenger, who began to pick up speed forward. He tilts down his head, allowing her to take better aim of what potential danger was ahead. Not hindered by this blasted snowfall, Rivienne steadies her arm and pulls the bowstring taut, trusting her instinct to let this arrow fly true. The chocobo, fearlessly, heads straight for the sound.
From the white wall of snow, the ghastly shadow takes on form; its wings are spread wide, its eyes are beacons of hunger that stare straight at the armored steed. It was not the only one, from behind, another appeared and draws the attention of the huntress, who whistled loudly, and tapped the side of Avengers' frame, to steer him into a strafe. This territory was guarded, and with the sheet of snow, it would have been difficult to see the direction in which these beasts came from until it was too late. Luckily, they had speed on their side.
Rivienne lets the first arrow fly forward, and using the glow of the eyes as a target, one is taken out upon her release. It finds its mark. An arrow penetrates the eye and impales the beast; from its maw came a painful shrill that could have rocked the very foundation underneath them. A heartbeat passes and another arrow is recovered from her quiver and is drawn. As the first dragon goes into a rage of pain, the other doesn't lose focus so easily and comes full speed toward them. Avenger runs around the flailing drake to find the other is following close behind. The flicker of flames could be seen from its opened maw; if Rivienne wished not to have a charred chocobo, she would need to move fast.
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“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.â€
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