Intoxicating was the rush of danger, so much that she got lost in that very moment that this drake was upon her and shooting flames a few fulms behind them. She, and her opponent, knew well that one of them would fall this day; one could only take a gamble on who would. Avenger was motioned to abruptly stop after a tug of the reins. He nearly lost his footing as Rivienne jumps off the back and lands deep into the layer of snow. The blinding wind hindered her speed slightly as she drudged forward with a pump of her long legs. Golden tresses billowed past her elongated ears, which were now nipped terribly by the cold. She was heading straight to the beast, whose jaws opened wide to receive her head.
It would not be given the chance.
Once the bellowing roar resonated into the frigid air, Rivienne stopped dead in her tracks and turned to Avenger, whose feathers were ruffled whilst taking a defensive position at her side. The both of them snapped her attention back to the dragon and gave it a cry of their own; intimidation never settled in their hearts. Her arrow was ready to fly, and by the Twelve, she let it fly straight and true. With the force applied behind it, aimed to the back of the throat and the arrow ripped through the opened maw. The pitiful shriek was followed by a sudden jerk of its head, exposing its thick neck. Even with it being in horrid agony, the creature recovers what little strength it has and lumbers over in her direction. Rage-filled eyes blinked erratically as it struggled to fight against the battle of life and death.
She wastes little time to gather an arrow from her quiver and stand her ground until it was hovering above her. Leathery wings were stretched out, casting its shadow on her. Avenger, however, comes betwixt their bodies, and with a sudden jerk of his head, he slams the bottom of the drake's jaw upward, sending it backwards to the mound of snow. Her brows rose in surprise whilst the bow is lowered. Approval is written across her face.
"Thine timing is always impeccable, let us take our leave before more decide to arriveth," she glanced down at the fallen figure and sighs. There came another growl, seems the first dragon was still alive. Avenger fixed that situation with a click of Rivienne's tongue and a sudden, swift kick, to the head.
The sickeningly sound fell to deaf ears, for she was already trying to track the markings on the snow before they were covered with freshly fallen powder. With the bow to her side, she runs along the path taken by the dragons, finding their winding paths leading further down a path that would open up a cave to her. But, what she saw on the way there, were the remains of knights who had taken up the sword and succumbed to the potential evil that lurked past the gnarled jaws of this cavern.
Avenger's reins were loosened as a sensation ran its course down her frame, causing gooseflesh to line her arms and the back of her neck. A familiar feeling, albeit a dangerous one, had overtaken her. Though she faced the dragons prior, during her visits, this feeling of dread never befell her.
“Stay here, though if trouble ariseth, take flee to the camp. For aught I know, death and despair lies in wait.†The litter of bodies spoke of that. Instinct cried out to her to not wander within, but she had orders, and if she wished to unlock the mystery wrapped around her brother's death, she would face whatever awaited her beyond. Avenger cocked his head to the side and, if the bird could utter common words, would argue that they were a team. Lowering her bow to the ground, she reached to either side of the champron, he was adorned in, and leans forward, pressing her forehead to his own.
“Very well, together, we shall venture forth.†She takes a pause before turning to the cavern awaiting them, it lured her in and she would not ignore it any longer.
It would not be given the chance.
Once the bellowing roar resonated into the frigid air, Rivienne stopped dead in her tracks and turned to Avenger, whose feathers were ruffled whilst taking a defensive position at her side. The both of them snapped her attention back to the dragon and gave it a cry of their own; intimidation never settled in their hearts. Her arrow was ready to fly, and by the Twelve, she let it fly straight and true. With the force applied behind it, aimed to the back of the throat and the arrow ripped through the opened maw. The pitiful shriek was followed by a sudden jerk of its head, exposing its thick neck. Even with it being in horrid agony, the creature recovers what little strength it has and lumbers over in her direction. Rage-filled eyes blinked erratically as it struggled to fight against the battle of life and death.
She wastes little time to gather an arrow from her quiver and stand her ground until it was hovering above her. Leathery wings were stretched out, casting its shadow on her. Avenger, however, comes betwixt their bodies, and with a sudden jerk of his head, he slams the bottom of the drake's jaw upward, sending it backwards to the mound of snow. Her brows rose in surprise whilst the bow is lowered. Approval is written across her face.
"Thine timing is always impeccable, let us take our leave before more decide to arriveth," she glanced down at the fallen figure and sighs. There came another growl, seems the first dragon was still alive. Avenger fixed that situation with a click of Rivienne's tongue and a sudden, swift kick, to the head.
The sickeningly sound fell to deaf ears, for she was already trying to track the markings on the snow before they were covered with freshly fallen powder. With the bow to her side, she runs along the path taken by the dragons, finding their winding paths leading further down a path that would open up a cave to her. But, what she saw on the way there, were the remains of knights who had taken up the sword and succumbed to the potential evil that lurked past the gnarled jaws of this cavern.
Avenger's reins were loosened as a sensation ran its course down her frame, causing gooseflesh to line her arms and the back of her neck. A familiar feeling, albeit a dangerous one, had overtaken her. Though she faced the dragons prior, during her visits, this feeling of dread never befell her.
“Stay here, though if trouble ariseth, take flee to the camp. For aught I know, death and despair lies in wait.†The litter of bodies spoke of that. Instinct cried out to her to not wander within, but she had orders, and if she wished to unlock the mystery wrapped around her brother's death, she would face whatever awaited her beyond. Avenger cocked his head to the side and, if the bird could utter common words, would argue that they were a team. Lowering her bow to the ground, she reached to either side of the champron, he was adorned in, and leans forward, pressing her forehead to his own.
“Very well, together, we shall venture forth.†She takes a pause before turning to the cavern awaiting them, it lured her in and she would not ignore it any longer.
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.â€
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