How one managed to pass through the cold lands of Coerthas into the warmth of its neighboring Forelands was by nothing short of endurance and mental fortitude. To brace against the biting winds and steer through the obscuring blizzards that seemed to spawn of their own volition... it was a constant test. And one this hunter embraced so gladly.Â
Saddled and kept warm by the hide of her dappled wolf companion, they pressed through the gales and piercing ice storms, covering only when the path ahead was too treacherous then continuing on when the weather cleared just enough to be visible. Their journey became a dance with nature, but one they had tangled with time and again... Though it did not make it any less tiring when at last the crevice between frigid stone marked the passage towards their destination.Â
:Almost...: rough chords hummed assuringly to the laboring beast between dark scale-kissed legs, their grip tightening as the creature quickened its pace now catching wind of feathered game. It crooned excitedly. It rider chuckled. :Soon... but the town first: Feminine vocals sang softly akin to a maternal tone, though with effort as she slipped from the beast to walk beside it. She placed a hand on its massive skull and rubbed between its ears before reaching over its back to grab for her plumed spear. Her satchel was left strapped to the beast as were their packs and small goods, save for a long furred wrap. Â
Before reaching to drawn gate of the town proper, the hunter wrapped the fur around herself then signalled for the wolf to wait outside the gate. Given their last incident, she was not fond of another of its dramatic like occurring...
Shouldering her spear, she clicked her tongue to her companion then followed the flow into the town though slipped away almost immediately, and headed for the often idle hunt master of the lands just as the evening sun began its set.
Saddled and kept warm by the hide of her dappled wolf companion, they pressed through the gales and piercing ice storms, covering only when the path ahead was too treacherous then continuing on when the weather cleared just enough to be visible. Their journey became a dance with nature, but one they had tangled with time and again... Though it did not make it any less tiring when at last the crevice between frigid stone marked the passage towards their destination.Â
:Almost...: rough chords hummed assuringly to the laboring beast between dark scale-kissed legs, their grip tightening as the creature quickened its pace now catching wind of feathered game. It crooned excitedly. It rider chuckled. :Soon... but the town first: Feminine vocals sang softly akin to a maternal tone, though with effort as she slipped from the beast to walk beside it. She placed a hand on its massive skull and rubbed between its ears before reaching over its back to grab for her plumed spear. Her satchel was left strapped to the beast as were their packs and small goods, save for a long furred wrap. Â
Before reaching to drawn gate of the town proper, the hunter wrapped the fur around herself then signalled for the wolf to wait outside the gate. Given their last incident, she was not fond of another of its dramatic like occurring...
Shouldering her spear, she clicked her tongue to her companion then followed the flow into the town though slipped away almost immediately, and headed for the often idle hunt master of the lands just as the evening sun began its set.
