Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
Azalea Eve Windfore
The trip to Ezeris would take approximently three days, Azalea been told, if they kept up their quick pace. Hardly did the group ever stop, even if one person had to take care of their needs, they were expected to take care of them and quickly catch up. It was a constant non-stop movement that lacked fun, and after the funeral, conversation for the most part.
Somehow the stories of adventure Azalea had always heard were either greatly overexaggerated, or her company just lacked all knowledge of amusement whatsoever.
They’d stayed off the main roads and took to more narrow paths to avoid any unwanted attention, which was likely if they were noticed. They had a bounty for their heads if they were captured, and it was not something anybody was willing to risk.
Of course, taking the smaller, less active, work down roads were paths resulted in...complications.
The giant, enclosed box of steel and iron that held the creature was loud and not designed for the varying sizes of woodland paths they traveled on, it’s wheels constantly jamming with twigs and slamming into rocks, and even when it did not it was noticeable, even submerged in the thick, pine woods. This had only brought up the long, and continuing argument of abandoning the prison cart in the woods and forcing the prisoner to walk and take the risk of her being held by chains alone, or to continue being slowed on their path. Nether it seemed, had been gracious, the sky remaining clear and the air harsh and crisp, allowing them to travel unaffected by harsh weather and snow. It had been completely dark by the time they were finally, allowed to make camp, finding a small clearing of green grass in the forest, the rest pf the remaining days snow beginning to melt already, the smell of fresh pine needles and ice thick in the air around them. Bedrolls lay spread out around the crackling fire in the center of the clearing, the cluster of horses on the outskirts, grazing happily, the prison cart just beside them, it's horses unleashed so it could graze. Smoke floated up to the clear dark sky, which presented an array of shining, twinkling starts that gazed down on them from the small space the clearing left for them.
Idle chatter was distant to Azalea, whom was still donned in her newly made leather armor, her knees tucked to her chest as she sat on the bedroll beside the campfire, savoring the feel of the near heat on her face as she stared down at the leather-bound book she'd, well, she and Raymond technically stole, her bright gaze tracing the symbolic language she'd not once seen in her life before, her brows furrowing as she honed in on the first page of the small book, trying to make sense of the text that sprawled out on the yellowed pages before her:
Azalea jolted, dropping the journal unto her lap, her hand instantly moving to the dagger strapped to her hip startled as a loud bang ensued throughout the encampmen, coming from the direction of the horses, her head snapped in the direction of the source as the horses reared up and stomped loudly, trying to move as far as possible from the prison cart as they could when roped up to a tree. Azalea jumped to her feet when the slam ensued again, coming from the inside of the prison cart, against it's door. Tensing as she reached for the bow handle strapped around her back. Was that thing trying to get out? Would they be able to take her down if it did?
"I need to pee," the woman's voice said coldly and calm, her voice carrying from the small square, barded window at the top of the tightly secured door, "I function just the same as any, mortal woman." She said, her voice a slight growl, sounding the slightest irritated.
"Pfffffft," Azalea snorted, breaking the sudden tension, though it was no lie she was intimated, her tongue usually had a retort dangling on the edge, always have something smart or sarcastic to say, no matter the timing. "Didn't you... eat someone?" Azalea called back, bold enough to retort something when the creature was locked up, "I don't know what you've seen, but we don't generally eat people to function." Azalea remarked dryly, her hand stilled on the handle of her bow.
"Would you like to know what've I've seen?" The creature crooned back coolly, Azalea brows dropping at the question, internally shuddering. This woman had been crafted from the darkest parts of hell.
No, Azalea thought, she really didn't want to know.
The creature let out a throaty, cold cackle which held not joy or happiness but a cruel amusement at her lack of response. Azalea glanced over at the rest of the group, arching her brows at them. "We're not gonna bloody let her out are we?" she lowered her voice to a hushed breath, "I'm not getting eaten alive by a half-woman-half shark." she hissed, her eyes darting back to the prison cart briefly.
"I don't eat people," The creature replied amusedly from the cart, her tone cool, startling Azalea as she glanced back at the cart. How the hell did she hear her? What the rotting hell did she have, enhanced senses or some shite? Though...at least she didn't eat people, Azalea internally sighed as she turned back to the group with a slight smirk.
“Well that’s—“
"I drink them," The creature added coldly after a long pause, some form of hidden amusement in her dark tone. Azalea scowled, a spiral of chills running up her spine, practically hearing the grin in the woman's voice that carried effortlessly through the prison cart. Azalea plopped back down on the bedroll, allowing the fire to warm the extra chill the woman had brought into the air, deciding she'd leave the task to let someone else take care of the creature's needs as she picked up the ineligible leather bound book once more.
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Timeskip: Later that day
Time: 10:03 PM
Location: The Northern Pineforest
Bakuyoshi Blackrose7 Xanto explosiveKitten NinjaGirlGamer
The trip to Ezeris would take approximently three days, Azalea been told, if they kept up their quick pace. Hardly did the group ever stop, even if one person had to take care of their needs, they were expected to take care of them and quickly catch up. It was a constant non-stop movement that lacked fun, and after the funeral, conversation for the most part.
Somehow the stories of adventure Azalea had always heard were either greatly overexaggerated, or her company just lacked all knowledge of amusement whatsoever.
They’d stayed off the main roads and took to more narrow paths to avoid any unwanted attention, which was likely if they were noticed. They had a bounty for their heads if they were captured, and it was not something anybody was willing to risk.
Of course, taking the smaller, less active, work down roads were paths resulted in...complications.
The giant, enclosed box of steel and iron that held the creature was loud and not designed for the varying sizes of woodland paths they traveled on, it’s wheels constantly jamming with twigs and slamming into rocks, and even when it did not it was noticeable, even submerged in the thick, pine woods. This had only brought up the long, and continuing argument of abandoning the prison cart in the woods and forcing the prisoner to walk and take the risk of her being held by chains alone, or to continue being slowed on their path. Nether it seemed, had been gracious, the sky remaining clear and the air harsh and crisp, allowing them to travel unaffected by harsh weather and snow. It had been completely dark by the time they were finally, allowed to make camp, finding a small clearing of green grass in the forest, the rest pf the remaining days snow beginning to melt already, the smell of fresh pine needles and ice thick in the air around them. Bedrolls lay spread out around the crackling fire in the center of the clearing, the cluster of horses on the outskirts, grazing happily, the prison cart just beside them, it's horses unleashed so it could graze. Smoke floated up to the clear dark sky, which presented an array of shining, twinkling starts that gazed down on them from the small space the clearing left for them.
Idle chatter was distant to Azalea, whom was still donned in her newly made leather armor, her knees tucked to her chest as she sat on the bedroll beside the campfire, savoring the feel of the near heat on her face as she stared down at the leather-bound book she'd, well, she and Raymond technically stole, her bright gaze tracing the symbolic language she'd not once seen in her life before, her brows furrowing as she honed in on the first page of the small book, trying to make sense of the text that sprawled out on the yellowed pages before her:
Azalea jolted, dropping the journal unto her lap, her hand instantly moving to the dagger strapped to her hip startled as a loud bang ensued throughout the encampmen, coming from the direction of the horses, her head snapped in the direction of the source as the horses reared up and stomped loudly, trying to move as far as possible from the prison cart as they could when roped up to a tree. Azalea jumped to her feet when the slam ensued again, coming from the inside of the prison cart, against it's door. Tensing as she reached for the bow handle strapped around her back. Was that thing trying to get out? Would they be able to take her down if it did?
"I need to pee," the woman's voice said coldly and calm, her voice carrying from the small square, barded window at the top of the tightly secured door, "I function just the same as any, mortal woman." She said, her voice a slight growl, sounding the slightest irritated.
"Pfffffft," Azalea snorted, breaking the sudden tension, though it was no lie she was intimated, her tongue usually had a retort dangling on the edge, always have something smart or sarcastic to say, no matter the timing. "Didn't you... eat someone?" Azalea called back, bold enough to retort something when the creature was locked up, "I don't know what you've seen, but we don't generally eat people to function." Azalea remarked dryly, her hand stilled on the handle of her bow.
"Would you like to know what've I've seen?" The creature crooned back coolly, Azalea brows dropping at the question, internally shuddering. This woman had been crafted from the darkest parts of hell.
No, Azalea thought, she really didn't want to know.
The creature let out a throaty, cold cackle which held not joy or happiness but a cruel amusement at her lack of response. Azalea glanced over at the rest of the group, arching her brows at them. "We're not gonna bloody let her out are we?" she lowered her voice to a hushed breath, "I'm not getting eaten alive by a half-woman-half shark." she hissed, her eyes darting back to the prison cart briefly.
"I don't eat people," The creature replied amusedly from the cart, her tone cool, startling Azalea as she glanced back at the cart. How the hell did she hear her? What the rotting hell did she have, enhanced senses or some shite? Though...at least she didn't eat people, Azalea internally sighed as she turned back to the group with a slight smirk.
“Well that’s—“
"I drink them," The creature added coldly after a long pause, some form of hidden amusement in her dark tone. Azalea scowled, a spiral of chills running up her spine, practically hearing the grin in the woman's voice that carried effortlessly through the prison cart. Azalea plopped back down on the bedroll, allowing the fire to warm the extra chill the woman had brought into the air, deciding she'd leave the task to let someone else take care of the creature's needs as she picked up the ineligible leather bound book once more.
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Timeskip: Later that day
Time: 10:03 PM
Location: The Northern Pineforest
Bakuyoshi Blackrose7 Xanto explosiveKitten NinjaGirlGamer
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