Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

Another threatening step or two and the shrieking creatures finally took note of their poor odds and scattered. Roslyn's chest rose and fell dramatically for just a moment before she shook her head and sheathed her blades once more. She paid no heed to the last harpy that fell and instead turned in time for Zane to snort, toss his head and then nicker affectionately as he trotted back towards her. Her expression softened immediately. Her hands lifted to meet the stallion's large head as his forehead pushed into the palm of her right hand and the left reached up to stroke his cheek soothingly. She murmured gently as she steadily moved down his neck and around his saddle and the other equipment strapped to him. She assessed the few scratches - shallow, though one or two might leave a thin scar - and only then did she relax more completely. She patted a muscular haunch and sighed. All is well, then, eh boy? She actually flinched when Leon spoke, startled by the extra voice and having, embarrassingly, forgotten he was even there. She blinked and both horse and rider turned their attention to the additional presence. Zane's ears perked forward and he began to stamp uncomfortably. A cautious snort followed as his ears flattened against his skull. Obviously, the stallion sensed something amiss about the otherwise humanoid-appearing acquaintance. His rider, however, simply rolled her eyes and swatted at the beast's flank. Oh shush, Zane. You are fine and so is he. Ears flickered forward with another snort as she rolled her eyes and stepped around him to head closer to Leon. She honestly hadn't thought much about the fact that he hadn't moved to help. She had been long-accustomed to fending for herself and so not having an additional hand with the harpies was par for the course. She waved a hand dismissively to emphasize her point. Really, Leon, don't worry about it. We are both fine, and, if I'm honest... Her smile became sheepish. ...well, I might have forgotten you were there, at any rate. It will be a little readjustment for me to be traveling with someone other than him. That comment she punctuated with a point of her thumb over her shoulder. And if you'd like, we can work on your fighting some other time, she shrugged. But you are right - they'll most definitely be back, so we should probably get going. Roslyn clicked her tongue, a hand on her hip as she stood several feet before Leon. Zane steadily made his way towards her and halted with a nudge to her shoulder that prompted her to pat his neck once more. At any rate, this is Zane. He can be a fair-bit sassy, but he's incredibly loyal and the smartest horse I've ever had the pleasure of riding. The pride in her smile was certainly not unfounded she had hand-picked, raised and trained the young stallion. He was considerably more calm than he'd been moments before, even with the transformed dragon standing close. But there was something still-wary in his posture that Roslyn was immediately tuned into. It might take some time for him to truly warm up to you, but I assure you it will be fine. I might be able to pick up another horse if needed, as well. Especially if you will be traveling most-often in that form. In the meantime, however... She paused and hoisted herself effortlessly into the saddle, the reins gripped in her hands as she settled herself and nudged the horse closer to Leon. She grinned and extended a hand. Have you ridden before?