Jun 28, 2019 1:12:32 GMT
Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Jun 28, 2019 1:12:32 GMT
through fire and trial
confess your sins
Avalon would have to address what the brown-haired fellow stated later. That sort of disrespect and ego was something that tugged on Avalon’s temper. She had a monster to kill, but the charlatan had a point. Though, it wasn’t the only order to assault the monster. No, that would be an asinine approach to surveying and adhering to the damage. Soldiers filtered out to try to save those who needed it, but Avalon stepped forward. These soldiers knew what they had to do; they spent years training to do so. What need did they have for a Captain that had other goals? For Avalon, she was sent to the battleground to handle a strange problem in the way that the Council knows she can.
She couldn’t help but grin the way that she does when something interesting falls into her sight. It destroyed buildings and the lives of the people around it. When it ran, Avalon found her true intent and let it radiate out of her. As it turned and took off, stumbling over its feet, Avalon saw nothing but a small, foolish fawn. She was the wolf, she thought. Her teeth were bared and dripping with anticipation. The buildup inside of her body came swiftly in the span of seconds, but in that time, something transpired. Avalon’s nose twitched.
The air of her hunting ground suddenly became soiled by the smell of something repulsive.
The monster wasn’t running because of Avalon. No, something else had entered the fray. While the scent of regret tickled the air, the overwhelming stench of dread completely consumed it. The scared cry of a younger soldier did little to capture Avalon’s attention, for she already knew that she had to steel herself. Debris of every variety came falling, where building material became merged with cadavers. Yet, it was the design of why it was falling that made Avalon grit her teeth.
Tch.
Soldiers prepared themselves to try to stop the macabre landfall. Avalon clenched her blade and swung at the debris, annoyed at the spectacle. The strike didn’t hit anything, but it was the aftereffect that did what was needed. Avalon turned her back on the attack, closing her eyes to the pained screams of the unfortunate soldiers that were crushed. Those who were lucky enough to be close to Avalon, their eyes widened at the sight. A ray of hope in the form of a red burst of Etheranos. It cut through the debris, either destroying what it hit directly or sending whatever else away from many of Avalon’s allies.
For a brief moment, Avalon took note of some of the other people. For whatever reason, there were many people that she wouldn’t believe would make their appearance known. The Matriarch of House Adler appeared, which gave Avalon some pause. Her presence there made her realize that the world was watching. Avalon began to walk away, knowing the monster had to be killed. Avalon peered over to the brunette loudmouth with a cut of her red eyes.
“Do you think that we were sent out here just to fight that monster?” she spat on the ground, “don’t be foolish. The Council is here to save those who clearly cannot save themselves.”
The common folk always had their opinions, but few knew to see beyond their petty dissatisfaction. Avalon took a glance at the white-haired individual, who was the first to stand up. His eyes were gentle, but that sort of disposition made Avalon squirm somewhere inside. She offered him a cautionary glare before continuing with her words.
“Soldiers, I’m going to go slay that monster. If I do not return, you already know your briefing. Adhere to the wounded, survey the dead, and kill any pests that try to take advantage,” she made sure to say her last directive towards the loudmouth before she began to leave. As she did, she felt her fangs sharpening for the time drew near.
The hunt is on.
She couldn’t help but grin the way that she does when something interesting falls into her sight. It destroyed buildings and the lives of the people around it. When it ran, Avalon found her true intent and let it radiate out of her. As it turned and took off, stumbling over its feet, Avalon saw nothing but a small, foolish fawn. She was the wolf, she thought. Her teeth were bared and dripping with anticipation. The buildup inside of her body came swiftly in the span of seconds, but in that time, something transpired. Avalon’s nose twitched.
The air of her hunting ground suddenly became soiled by the smell of something repulsive.
The monster wasn’t running because of Avalon. No, something else had entered the fray. While the scent of regret tickled the air, the overwhelming stench of dread completely consumed it. The scared cry of a younger soldier did little to capture Avalon’s attention, for she already knew that she had to steel herself. Debris of every variety came falling, where building material became merged with cadavers. Yet, it was the design of why it was falling that made Avalon grit her teeth.
Tch.
Soldiers prepared themselves to try to stop the macabre landfall. Avalon clenched her blade and swung at the debris, annoyed at the spectacle. The strike didn’t hit anything, but it was the aftereffect that did what was needed. Avalon turned her back on the attack, closing her eyes to the pained screams of the unfortunate soldiers that were crushed. Those who were lucky enough to be close to Avalon, their eyes widened at the sight. A ray of hope in the form of a red burst of Etheranos. It cut through the debris, either destroying what it hit directly or sending whatever else away from many of Avalon’s allies.
For a brief moment, Avalon took note of some of the other people. For whatever reason, there were many people that she wouldn’t believe would make their appearance known. The Matriarch of House Adler appeared, which gave Avalon some pause. Her presence there made her realize that the world was watching. Avalon began to walk away, knowing the monster had to be killed. Avalon peered over to the brunette loudmouth with a cut of her red eyes.
“Do you think that we were sent out here just to fight that monster?” she spat on the ground, “don’t be foolish. The Council is here to save those who clearly cannot save themselves.”
The common folk always had their opinions, but few knew to see beyond their petty dissatisfaction. Avalon took a glance at the white-haired individual, who was the first to stand up. His eyes were gentle, but that sort of disposition made Avalon squirm somewhere inside. She offered him a cautionary glare before continuing with her words.
“Soldiers, I’m going to go slay that monster. If I do not return, you already know your briefing. Adhere to the wounded, survey the dead, and kill any pests that try to take advantage,” she made sure to say her last directive towards the loudmouth before she began to leave. As she did, she felt her fangs sharpening for the time drew near.
The hunt is on.
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