*Jean Grey*
Night Triumphant
Sylvia
Wyvern Rider - Killer Axe
Rostiffe - Market
Before Sylvia could maul the Sorcerer once more, a red-furred blur stepped in front of him. She instinctively reined Erebus, and both rider and wyvern halted. It was the Wolfskin, and she only saw one Wolfskin at the market to begin with, the very same one whom she was about to buy meat from, as well as the one whom she had spotted earlier.
"Enough! This battle is over. Look around," said wolfskin commanded. The Wyvern Rider gritted her teeth as she took another look at the Sorcerer, who was standing behind the Wolfskin. Said smaller man was cracking a grin...or what might've passed for a grin had his jaw not been compromised. It wasn't a sadistic one either - it was...seemingly genuine, as if he was relieved rather than triumphant. She then looked around, noticing that indeed, nobody was fighting anymore, before laying her eyes on the red-furred Wolfskin.
"You sure are hella quick to trust just about anyone, Red," she remarked sarcastically before tossing her axe in the air and catching it with one hand, before holding both arms up. "Do I look like I'm about to start a damn fight now?" She, however, did still want to give the Kinshi Knight a taste of her axe or her fist at the very least. Gouge her eyes? Yeah, right.
"...and of course, I have you to all thank as well! You all fought bravely and protected our fair capital from further danger. I have a feeling you all could become great warriors in our side!” Prince Martin's voice interrupted. Both him and his sister had come to meet the ragtag bunch after dealing with their own enemies, and though it was clear that he had been fighting, he didn't seem the least bit concerned about his appearance - a good sign.
“You know, I think a group of people like you all deserve an award from the royals of Rostiffe! Care to join us for a grand dinner to celebrate today’s victory? It’s the best we can do for you all protecting our people!” Princess Maria suggested, her voice kind. Though she was rather disheveled from the battle, she still maintained her regal bearing and famed beauty.
“If so, come on with us! Even I am starving after an intense fight like this!” Martin offered, the excitement in his voice betraying his hunger. Immediately, the Wolfskin took him up on the offer, wagging his tail in anticipation. The Sorcerer wasted no time either. Sylvia wasn't a fool to pass up on good meat and good alcohol herself, especially with the bad luck she had earlier. Anyone stupid enough to want to miss out on something good and choose to eat Today's Marketplace Special - ashes and cinders, of course - was either an ascetic or had a death wish.
"Fuck yeah, I will!" She snorted roughly, though a hint smile tugged at the side of her mouth.
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Dining Hall, Rostiffe Castle
Once Sylvia made sure that Erebus was in capable hands; "capable hands" meaning someone whom Erebus did not react violently to, she made her way towards the dining hall, unclasping her cloak and taking off her pauldrons. Said dining hall was only a short distance away, and once she got there, she noticed that it was a much more elaborate place than she pictured.
The blue-haired young woman never saw such opulence in her twenty-four years of living, in fact, she had never once been inside a castle. Ornate chandeliers bearing several candles hung from the ceiling and illuminated the room. The walls were decorated with opulent hangings, and the floor was shiny and clean. As for the table, it was absolutely grand, stretching several feet in both directions and its surface was covered in silk decorated with golden embroidery. The chairs themselves were golden and carved, with luxurious, red velvet cushions. She pulled out one of these seats and sat herself, her behind immediately sinking into the plush cushion.
"Damn..." she cursed under her breath. She hated to admit it, but sitting on the soft velvet was rather nice after a day of fighting, not only at the marketplace but at the colosseum.
Wyvern Rider - Killer Axe
Rostiffe - Market
Before Sylvia could maul the Sorcerer once more, a red-furred blur stepped in front of him. She instinctively reined Erebus, and both rider and wyvern halted. It was the Wolfskin, and she only saw one Wolfskin at the market to begin with, the very same one whom she was about to buy meat from, as well as the one whom she had spotted earlier.
"Enough! This battle is over. Look around," said wolfskin commanded. The Wyvern Rider gritted her teeth as she took another look at the Sorcerer, who was standing behind the Wolfskin. Said smaller man was cracking a grin...or what might've passed for a grin had his jaw not been compromised. It wasn't a sadistic one either - it was...seemingly genuine, as if he was relieved rather than triumphant. She then looked around, noticing that indeed, nobody was fighting anymore, before laying her eyes on the red-furred Wolfskin.
"You sure are hella quick to trust just about anyone, Red," she remarked sarcastically before tossing her axe in the air and catching it with one hand, before holding both arms up. "Do I look like I'm about to start a damn fight now?" She, however, did still want to give the Kinshi Knight a taste of her axe or her fist at the very least. Gouge her eyes? Yeah, right.
"...and of course, I have you to all thank as well! You all fought bravely and protected our fair capital from further danger. I have a feeling you all could become great warriors in our side!” Prince Martin's voice interrupted. Both him and his sister had come to meet the ragtag bunch after dealing with their own enemies, and though it was clear that he had been fighting, he didn't seem the least bit concerned about his appearance - a good sign.
“You know, I think a group of people like you all deserve an award from the royals of Rostiffe! Care to join us for a grand dinner to celebrate today’s victory? It’s the best we can do for you all protecting our people!” Princess Maria suggested, her voice kind. Though she was rather disheveled from the battle, she still maintained her regal bearing and famed beauty.
“If so, come on with us! Even I am starving after an intense fight like this!” Martin offered, the excitement in his voice betraying his hunger. Immediately, the Wolfskin took him up on the offer, wagging his tail in anticipation. The Sorcerer wasted no time either. Sylvia wasn't a fool to pass up on good meat and good alcohol herself, especially with the bad luck she had earlier. Anyone stupid enough to want to miss out on something good and choose to eat Today's Marketplace Special - ashes and cinders, of course - was either an ascetic or had a death wish.
"Fuck yeah, I will!" She snorted roughly, though a hint smile tugged at the side of her mouth.
---
Dining Hall, Rostiffe Castle
Once Sylvia made sure that Erebus was in capable hands; "capable hands" meaning someone whom Erebus did not react violently to, she made her way towards the dining hall, unclasping her cloak and taking off her pauldrons. Said dining hall was only a short distance away, and once she got there, she noticed that it was a much more elaborate place than she pictured.
The blue-haired young woman never saw such opulence in her twenty-four years of living, in fact, she had never once been inside a castle. Ornate chandeliers bearing several candles hung from the ceiling and illuminated the room. The walls were decorated with opulent hangings, and the floor was shiny and clean. As for the table, it was absolutely grand, stretching several feet in both directions and its surface was covered in silk decorated with golden embroidery. The chairs themselves were golden and carved, with luxurious, red velvet cushions. She pulled out one of these seats and sat herself, her behind immediately sinking into the plush cushion.
"Damn..." she cursed under her breath. She hated to admit it, but sitting on the soft velvet was rather nice after a day of fighting, not only at the marketplace but at the colosseum.