Thread: Grand Quest (Sharub & Kosmik_Khaos

Despite the vivid clamour of the night camp, and the merry chatters and laughters of the travelers, talking of their past adventures and sharing their knowledge with other pros and the less-trained and prepared ones, gurgling water and what seemed ale while munching bread and loudly slurping the steaming stew that was still bubbling in the cauldron in the middle of the encampment, her hears perked up and twitched, the sound of Zoroail and Ailduin discussing animously and seemingly always about to burst into a fight hitting her equine ears. With an huff and a shrug, she shared an annoyed gaze with her new colleagues, seeing how much each and every one of them knows those scenes. But as she was about to lean over and ask if she could get a raw vegetable not tainted with a dead prey's blood or meat, she saw her partner walking by. The equestrian girl stood up attenctively, eyes following his walk, picturing a black cloud of rage exiting from his head, fearing that he was still on what she told him few instants earlier, until the wolf-man jumped in front of him, barring him the passage. Amalthea gasped, holding her staff tightly in her hands... ...how he treat that girl?... echoed her in her mind ...l-look... that's not the... muttered her, but her voice not listened as the two kept exchanging words, tension becoming thicker, palatable, until, with his fangs and claws bared, the wolf howled and jumped, sending a shiver down her spine, a primal remembrance of survival instinct, feeling her equine ancestors sharing fear for that predatory howl. It was then, that the whole party expected to see blood and the sound of slashed flesh, that the wolf, with a surprised growl, disappeared from the ground, only to be heard howling and growling up in the dark sky. Her jaw opened in disbelief, eyes blinking, unsure of what they've seen ...impossible... , realization appeared in them all, pointing their noses up high, her heart raced in fear and surprise as she begun praying the spirits, hoping in their help to save the flying wolf, until the voice of Ailduin forced Zoroail to ...bring him back? thought her ...so... he's not only a warrior... but a powerful mage as well. mumbled her, the sound of the wolf's noises sending unsettling shivers trough her mind ...the power to make someone to disappear in the sky... to control their fly.... and also bring them back with the same ease. All without casting a spell, using a rune nor pointing a staff.... Her scholarship-like thoughts interrupted, suddently, by the wolf falling at incredible speed toward them, sensing a bone-shattering fear ruling over the wolfman. Amalthea closed her eyes, hugging her staff and trying to deaf her ears, not wanting to see the wolf to splat on the ground, nor to hear his howls turning into a mix of thumps, followed by the cracking sound of his bones and the splat of his flesh. The sole thought and an image made her about to puke, instead, there was a thud... but followed by a sigh of relief of the whole company, with the pained snarls and howls of the still-alive beastman. ...just a little misunderstanding... Opening her eyes, she couldn't believe it... ...just... a misunderstanding...? Is that what happens for a misunderstanding here? ...N...uh... yes! I mean.... i'm f-fine. Yes. Sir. exclaimed her, awakened from her thoughts, turning to face Ailduin with a weak smile, still proved from the happenings ...oh, no, nono, not hell... said her, trying to find her words ...but neither paradise she giggled, before returning serious ...he's... powerful. I can see that even without sensing it... it seems the usual phrase but... is true... i mean... he's an experienced adventurer... he's the best teacher, for sure. she fell silent, looking around, seeing the camp returning to normality, as if nothing but a little joke occurred ...did... was that... normal... i mean... that was... sh-shocking...