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

In the silence that spanned between her question and his answer, Roslyn was given just as ample of a time to truly process what she had just witnessed. He was a bit difficult to gauge with the amount of grime that covered him, but she supposed the most unusual thing about this form were his eyes, yet and still. And it was then, amidst her own musings, that she realized he was assessing her all the same. And...was he smiling again? She felt an uncomfortable tightness in her chest as warmth crept up from her neck and towards her cheeks. She wasn't used to being watched so closely, even if it was more curiosity than anything else. She cleared her throat before he seemed to realize he had yet to answer her question. Her discomfort abruptly shifted to an alertness that typically only came with the awareness of danger. Zane's roar, a noise rarely heard from the well-composed stallion, and the cries that followed prompted the hunter's expression to darken as she immediately launched into a sprint towards the mouth of the cave. The moment the first of the chimeric creatures came into sight, she moved before she even thought, yanking the bow from across her chest and withdrawing two arrows from the quiver on her back. Her gaze darted towards Leon at his fairly sheepish question and her jaw clenched slightly. In fact I did, and we'll also be leaving on the same horse. Her attention shifted back to the circling, shrieking harpies and Zane, who stomped and danced around their swooping claws. She moved more towards the middle of the cave's entrance, nocking the two arrows she'd drawn and raising the bow, the string drawn back to the corner of her mouth. Her tongue folded to the roof of her mouth and she whistled loudly and sharply, drawing the attention of not only the scavenging creatures, but also their would-be prey, whose ears remained flat against his head. Immediately, the horse kicked outward, catching a distracted harpy off-guard with a hoof to the abdomen before bucking and galloping towards her. The clop of racing hooves bounced around the stone surrounding them and one of the harpies charged forward after the horse and new potential snack. Unfortunately for the harpy, this was not Roslyn's first dealings with the woman-bodied creatures, and when it was close enough to make evasion difficult and Zane past her squared shoulders, she loosed the arrows from her hand. The harpy had barely a moment to respond, one clipping a wing while the other buried into the center of its chest accompanied by a piercing shriek as it recoiled backwards and dropped. Of course, this did manage to draw the attention of the rest of the group, as well. While several remained scavenging at the griffon's carcass, a few of the others turned and shrieked their discontent at her. She reloaded her bow with well-practiced ease and smirked. Disturb your meal, ladies? she taunted to an answer of a choir of screeching discontent. Her green eyes darkened all-the-more. She was generally apt to keep her cool, however the threat to Zane was not something she took kindly to. Good. One such creature swooped forward first and was greeted by the unleashed arrow embedding itself damn-near between its eyes. A couple more followed, to the dismay of the still-stamping and snorting stallion that had circled back to shuffle warily behind her. The harpies may not have been the only reason for that, however. The unfamiliar humanoid was likely not helping the situation, either. Roslyn, however, was very much still-focused on the task at hand. An arrow caught the first advancing harpy in the shoulder, not killing it though encouraging it to retreat back and scrape at the painful object embedded in its flesh. The other reacted similarly to a strike in the abdomen. Roslyn discarded the bow for the moment and drew both her sword and the fair-sized dagger sheathed at her opposite hip. Take your scraps and go , you vultures! she shouted with several steps forward and a threatening gesture of her blades. She was far from done with them if they chose to stick around and fight.