Death was the stench in the air, choking both steed and his huntress. Darkness enveloped them both, though their eyes adjust from the initial shock, though part of her wished she was left ignorant. Something crushed underneath her feet, and within a few steps further, into this den of nightmares, she felt the familiar crunching once more. A gaze is set down, and a bothered expression crossed her features at the realization of what littered the earth. Bones. The sound would resonate into this hollow cavern, much to her dismay, alerting whatever once slumbered within.
Relying on her senses, she relaxed her frame and listened to the air, the slightest disturbance would trigger her body to react accordingly. Yet, nothing came, and that fact bothered her, for ahead, she could make out the large figures that remained statuesque under the stalactite that dangled like jagged teeth above. "This is a nest," Rivienne began to step backwards, "..A tomb."
A growl, faint at first, swept through the dreaded air, but it came not from the space before her, but behind. Steps that were once quiet were now announcing their presence and with haste. Avenger was first to race toward the sound with a loud wark that pierced the chilled air. The beast swallowed the light from the mouth of the cave as he spreads those leathery wings and rushes toward the smaller creature, who could have easily been plucked into the maws of the wyvern. But, Avenger, knew not the meaning of fear when it came to protect and fight.
Rivienne took off behind him, crushing fragments of bone underneath her heels. An arrows were retrieved and fired off in blind succession in hoping that she could pierce through the hide before harm was inflicted upon Avenger, who came to an abrupt stop when a tail swiped at his body, sending him crashing down. His weakened cry was enough to set a fire at her heels.
Without thinking of her own safety, she wedged herself between the fallen chocobo and the wyvern, whose roar was enough to cause her flesh to boil from heat. The arrows were useless, and without a blade, she had only to depend on her own strength to pull her through. Carvallain knew sending her was suicidal, but it was she who agreed for the sake of Marceloix. That one thought carried her through this and Rivienne began using her bow as a weapon. She swung, and applied enough force behind it, to jerk the dragon's head before it breathed flames upon her.
"You will not claim him!" In a fit of rage, she followed her attack with a jerk of the bow upward, trying to stab from underneath its jaw, but impaling him proved to be a fool's errand. At the most, it wounded him and instilled a hunger for Elezen flesh. The wind of its wing caused Avenger's plumage to flutter as Rivienne was knocked into a wall of stone and ice.
Relying on her senses, she relaxed her frame and listened to the air, the slightest disturbance would trigger her body to react accordingly. Yet, nothing came, and that fact bothered her, for ahead, she could make out the large figures that remained statuesque under the stalactite that dangled like jagged teeth above. "This is a nest," Rivienne began to step backwards, "..A tomb."
A growl, faint at first, swept through the dreaded air, but it came not from the space before her, but behind. Steps that were once quiet were now announcing their presence and with haste. Avenger was first to race toward the sound with a loud wark that pierced the chilled air. The beast swallowed the light from the mouth of the cave as he spreads those leathery wings and rushes toward the smaller creature, who could have easily been plucked into the maws of the wyvern. But, Avenger, knew not the meaning of fear when it came to protect and fight.
Rivienne took off behind him, crushing fragments of bone underneath her heels. An arrows were retrieved and fired off in blind succession in hoping that she could pierce through the hide before harm was inflicted upon Avenger, who came to an abrupt stop when a tail swiped at his body, sending him crashing down. His weakened cry was enough to set a fire at her heels.
"No!--"
Without thinking of her own safety, she wedged herself between the fallen chocobo and the wyvern, whose roar was enough to cause her flesh to boil from heat. The arrows were useless, and without a blade, she had only to depend on her own strength to pull her through. Carvallain knew sending her was suicidal, but it was she who agreed for the sake of Marceloix. That one thought carried her through this and Rivienne began using her bow as a weapon. She swung, and applied enough force behind it, to jerk the dragon's head before it breathed flames upon her.
"You will not claim him!" In a fit of rage, she followed her attack with a jerk of the bow upward, trying to stab from underneath its jaw, but impaling him proved to be a fool's errand. At the most, it wounded him and instilled a hunger for Elezen flesh. The wind of its wing caused Avenger's plumage to flutter as Rivienne was knocked into a wall of stone and ice.
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