forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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Clare straightened and tightened her grip on the way-beasts lead, " A bad time indeed, but travel we will." She spoke with authority not letting her nerves slip into her voice.

Fidgeting with her sleeves, Azriel whispered to Iris, "what are they saying?" She felt extremely wary about the centaurs, and couldn't for the life of her disguise her wariness.

Smirking, Iris set herself an unconcerned facade. "They're reminding us that we travel, and that we shouldn't be," she whispered in Brachish, translating in her iconic manner. She looks at the centaur who'd spoken, nodding in agreement with Clare. "She's right," Iris drawled lazily in Medein, "-anything useful you have to tell us?" The elf blatantly rests her hand on her sword, flashing the sheath from within her cloak in an open threat.

The other centaurs behind the one who spoke tighten their grips on their spears but the leader appears unphased. He glances around as if scanning for something and then returns his gaze to the group.
"Long dark makes monsters. You will not live."
He leans back, dark eyes considering the group for a moment. "Is called Scur," he says, pointing to himself. He reaches for a satchel and retrieves a large bundle of cloth which he hands it to Clare.
"Live. In bad time come to village." He points into the tundra where you assume his village must be.
Another centaur, older in appearance, leans forwards and mutters something to the leader in their guttural language. They go back and forth in hushed tones but eventually, the older one goes silent with a disgruntled expression.

“I guess we should follow them. We have nowhere better to go. Maybe they have stuff more impulse control.” Arabella said the last sentence as a joke, but immediately regretted it. She grabbed a section of her red mane and braided it and un braided it but left the rest of her hair floating in the wind. The snow began to fall gathering in clumps on her long eyelashes as she shivered in the cold. She was so dumb. She didn’t even have a cloak. Just pants and a thin shirt. Lucky her.

"I don't trust you," Iris stated bluntly, not caring for manners. Since when has she ever? Nevertheless, she removes her hand from the sword. "But thank you." Her voice is steely, filled with disdain, contradicting the amiable words. "We will go to your village, Scur. One thing out of place, and you're dead."

Scur smiles and looks up.
"Night come. Be fast," he says but he hesitates as he eyes your humanoid legs. "Keep up." He turns and trots away from the mountains. The other centaurs follow.

“I’ll try horse dude.” Bella began to jog but quickly lost her breath due to the high altitude. Curse her lungs.

Clare sighed and hoisted Bella onto the way-beasts back jogging along side the animal, she tucked the bundle into her pouch so her hands would be free. " Maybe don't call a centaur horse dude, he told us his name so use it, we don't want to offend them." She told Bella in Craision

Huffing indigently at Scur's words, Iris jogs with the group without protest. The elf bundles her cloak tightly, casting a glance at Azriel as she could already feel the cold setting in. She runs faster. Pumping her body with heat from the exercise, feet lightly skimming over the ground, releasing all her pent up emotions into the wind.

Azriel tried to jog, as she didn't want to make everything easier for herself than for the others, but after a few minutes, she gave up and used the wind to push her along, barely moving her feet.

“Lucky! I want to control the wind. I got stuck with mind control. Yippee.” Bella grumbled from the back of the way-beast. Her teeth chattered and all she could think about was a nice, warm fire. Yes, that would be lovely. Why did she always get herself in these frigid situations? She wrapped her arms tighter around herself, but her thin arms did almost nothing to conserve her heat. She looked at Azriel and Iris. She bet that Azriel would put her wing around Iris and use the wind to sweep both of them along. She laughed softly to herself at the thought of it, if they did, their faces would be red as tomatoes.

(fourth wall who?)
The village was approaching. Not steadily, but anyone could see the notable difference. She made every step her next target, just one more, a few more, and eventually hundreds and thousands more. The wind dampened her perspiration, creating a casket of ice on her skin with every step. Iris briefly debated using her powers - yet that would only conclude with her being even colder. She eyed Azriel and Arabella with envy, breaths panting out of her body like a broken record. She could, would, make it, though. The village was approaching, after all.

Clare, who had spent the past few months traveling in a similar manner avoiding and out racing patrol groups looking for her, Was quite enjoying the run, the groups pace had been staggeringly slow compared to her usual pace.

“Clare do you want to ride with me on Mr.Fluffy? Iris, I bet your girlfriend can use her wind power to make it easier on you.” Arabella asked all things with a serious face, but inside, all she wanted was an Azris moment. (Guys the ship name fits. Deal with it.)

Daggers were wedging themselves along all of Arabella’s body, into every crevice Iris’s eyes could find. Girlfriend? She scoffed, shaking the thought to the wind. Her jet black hair streamed behind her, tangling in furious knots. The icy retort died on the tip of her tongue. The elf was panting too hard to respond, so she amused herself with fantasies of Arabella screaming in torture. Yes, much better.

Suddenly looking over with concern, Azriel's eyebrows scrunched up slightly. "Do you want me to help you?" She asked, not wanting to make Iris think that she didn't have faith that she could do it alone.

Arabella watched the couple with a grin similar to the grinches plastered on her face. It was beautiful entertainment.

Clare shook her head, "I'm fine running, I've been doing this for a while, besides I don't want to weigh him down to much." She found Iris's responses amusing but didn't show it. If there was one thing she had learned about the girl it was to not comment on her and Azriel's Relationship in any way shape or form.

Stubbornly, Iris shook her head. She was not going to accept help from anyone, even if it was her… Azriel. What was Azriel? They'd kissed, but the angel couldn't possibly trust her. Arabella had called her Iris's girlfriend, and while the thought caused possessiveness to bloom in her gut, Azriel most certainly was not her girlfriend. Her head whirled, faster than the elf's feet pounded against the ground and gasps left her body.

Crossing her arms against her stomach, Azriel nodded. "Alright, then," she mumbled. It made her uncomfortable, not being able to be helpful at all, and she could feel her stomach turning with guilt. "Are you sure?" She persisted emphatically after a moment's' pause.

She slowed to a labored jog, eyes flicking toward her angel. "I'm… sure…" she claimed defensively, heaving. "It's just… cold… and you know…" Iris's pants trailed off, unable to finish. It was lucky that the group hadn't yet consumed any food, otherwise she was prone to throw up any second. But the elf pushed herself harder and harder against the biting wind, ignoring how her insides were warring, between numbing and her palpitating heart.

It is mostly dark by the time you make it to the village. Firelight is the first sign of the village and as you draw closer you see dark shapes scattered about. There is no wall and no protection visible. The buildings, for lack of a better word, are made from dried grass and animal skins. It appears that most centaurs have retreated into their homes for the night but there are still a few pacing around the outer edges. One of these centaurs approaches the group and she and Scur exchange a few words. She sends you all a distrustful glare before she nods to Scur. He leads you into the village where you notice a significant rise in temperature. Scur turns to you and waits for you to catch your breath.