Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114 
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Oct 30, 2018 22:53:04 GMT -8
Vaelar chuckles at her statement.
"Why, you misunderstand. I am not 'supernatural', dear, it is your mystifying and clearly magical attractiveness that makes my heart race and my loins stir."
Boscoe doesn't seem to see Blackbean coming, occupied as he is with batting a particularly spiny, though very dead fish about on land to try and find a soft spot. When the large raven swoops down next to the winged feline and thumps down onto the ground next to it, the manticore seems to nearly jump out of its own skin, startled, and wheels its way toward the crow, brandishing its scorpion-like tail. After a moment, though, it seems to recognise the crow from earlier, and bats the spiny fish over to Blackbean, hoping the beady-eyed corvid can find some way through the prickly scales -- preferably one that didn't involve a mouthful of painful venom.
Vaelar examines the interaction with interest, before turning back to Jun and resting his cheek upon her head.
"Well," he begins, gathering his thoughts, "as you know, I was taken by a sea dragon just after our last meeting, on my way back to camp. I assume the blasted thing wanted to eat me, but I had been knocked unconscious by the force and speed of its flight. When I woke up, I found myself in a dank grotto, surrounded on all sides by the shattered bones of those creatures -- and even some humanoids -- who I assume were unlucky enough to be unable to escape from this lair before the vile reptile found itself hungering again. The dragon lay nearby, asleep, but dressed as I was in my plate armour I couldn't make a completely silent escape. The dragon, however, had not counted on my trusty enchanted blade or my tremendous physical prowess, however, and before the thing could even hear my stomping footsteps, I severed its head from its body! I kept the horns and a cut of its scaled flesh, but that's beside the point.
"I found the opening where the sea dragon came and went -- an underwater passageway that ran all the way to the sea. I nearly drowned, but I escaped. I found myself, then, on a previously undiscovered island. It was a prehistoric place, untouched by civilisation, full of creatures that haven't been seen in the mainland since at least the cataclysm! Megaflora abound, and monsters that could tear a man in half with a single chomp! You'd be gone, just like that!" Vaelar snaps his fingers for emphasis, pausing for effect before continuing.
"So I figured I needed to set up camp somewhere secluded while I planned my next move. And so, I did, in a nice little cave not too far off the beach. I would very quickly learn that this cave was the lair of a very large, very ornery manticore. While I was roasting a two foot long tuber I had found scrounging about the nearby area, he swooped in with a fresh kill in his mouth; some sort of very large cervid creature, looked like an elk or a weird moose." Vaelar's voice softens, "Our eyes met, and I think he was as shocked that I was there as I was shocked that I was starting down a manticore. That moment felt like hours, but he finally dropped the corpse and charged at me, tail raised and claws swiping. Luckily, I had been using my blade as a spit for the odd potato, and so I was able to defend myself before being rent to shreds. It was a long and bloody battle -- we both took some nasty cuts, but I came out on top. The guy lay there, beaten and bloodied, and I collapsed onto his furred figure. His breathing was laboured and his blood ran like wine in a cheap tavern, and I knew he would not be long for this world were I to let him die. But I looked into his eyes and something told me that I shouldn't let that happen. Maybe it was the delirium of hunger pains, but in my gut I knew that I needed to help this creature."
"I went about bandaging my own wounds, and then I worked up a healing tincture using what little I know about herbalism and patched him up. I butchered and roasted his kill and fed him by hand as he lay there. At first he wouldn't let me get close, batting at me whenever I attempted to close the distance, and so I had to toss the meat to him from afar. Even though he clearly didn't trust me, he gobbled the food up as if he were starving, never seemed to get full. I doubt he'd had cooked meat before, and I think he took a liking to it. Anyway, eventually he let me get close enough to eat out of my hand, and from then on we began to bond. It was several weeks before he was well enough to go hunting on his own, an even longer after that until he let me mount him, but manticores are clever and have a long memory. I think I made a friend for life by saving him, and in return he saved me, flying me all the way back to the mainland. How he knew where it was is a mystery, and likely one that won't ever be solved. But here we are, and he hasn't left my side since," he concludes, smiling down at Jun.
"I don't think you ever told me how you met that crow of yours, either."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 4, 2018 22:35:04 GMT -8
Blackbean caws playfully, a half-apology, half-chuckle for frightening the manticore.
He cocks his head curiously at the fish, then starts poking at it. His thick black beak, impervious to the spines, prods and turns the armed treat until he finds a weak spot in the lower belly. He stabs it, then spreads his beak apart, splitting the skin right up to the mouth. He then starts eating the innards, bones and all.
Meanwhile, Jun hangs on each of Vaelar's words. Her eyes have brightened, and she grins with pride. Vaelar could go toe to toe with any fairy tale knight in shining armor.
What impressed her most of all, however, was the act of mercy towards the manticore. It was both a kind thing to do, and very clever in the end. These were traits she valued in Vaelar, enough to overlook his often overly-affected chivalrous speech.
When he had finished and was smiling down on her, she gave a single chuckle and looked down towards the manticore, who was apparently trying to befriend Blackbean with some kind of spiny fish offering (either that or toss him a scrap he didn't know how to deal with himself).
"You should take note. It's stories that mix valor and compassion that make a man that much more attractive." With that, she blushed slightly.
"Huh, I guess I never shared that with you, huh?" She glanced up thoughtfully and leaned back. "It feels like such a long time ago. It almost doesn't feel like me who did it."
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She sighed. "My grandmother didn't believe in withholding magical knowledge from me. She wanted me to learn all kinds of magic, so that I could decide for myself what I would keep and what I would discard. In retrospect, it was probably wrong of her. I was so ambitious and power-hungry that I dove headlong into all types, even... the less savory ones."
She held up a clarifying finger at Vaelar. "The one thing I would never, ever touch is necromancy. Our people hate necromancy. It's a long story. But my grandmother was a combat pragmatist. So she wasn't afraid to call upon the next best thing: blood magic. She could use her own blood to summon demons, and if necessary even enter the demon realm. She was able to sign contracts with certain demons, whose only price was the inflicting of suffering on her. It wasn't something she relished using, but she did so to great effect. Hmm, she could also use her blood as a sort of magical ignition source, like a mana potion and a weapon rolled into one. It's all very complicated and nasty, and a little off topic."
She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "The point is, I could do it too. And quite frankly I was good at it."
After a pause, she continued. "There were four demons in particular that I had befriended. One was a sort of skeletal horror with many faces named Dantalion. As far as evil goes... he wasn't actually that bad. He was understanding of the nature of good and evil, and of people in general. He knew me very well, and when I finally gave up demon magic, he was the first to tell me there were no hard feelings between us. The other three were demon crows. Blackbean was one, and there were two others, Cinnamon and Blueberry."
She grinned, embarrassed. "I must have been hungry when I named them... Anyways, demon crows are very intelligent. They're not particularly evil either. In fact, I'd call them more... morally neutral. They feed off of the scraps of other demons in hell. They consume blood, diseased flesh, all sorts of nasty things you find there. Sometimes they hunt. All they ask for from a summoner, mostly, is good quality food from the mortal realm. Dantalion was the one who helped me find them and make contracts with them. He's sort of a demonic mentor by the way. He archives people's stories and knowledge. He's an asshole to most people, but he respects the audacity of those who would dare practice blood magic. I kind of miss him sometimes, but he knows where we stand. The path I'm following now has no room for the kind of... self, that blood magic requires. It's a very visceral, burning, dark energy you have to have. And frankly, it's not very healthy."
She sighed exasperatedly and looked up to Vaelar. "Sorry, I keep getting off topic. This is all really personal, you understand. Lots of baggage in this tale. Anyways, specifically, I found them in a realm of hell called the Black Char Forest. It's a... very red place. The lighting, the black sun, the heat, the only trees that grow there are bare black trees. There are lots of nasty little critters there too. Huh, not the most creative name for a region now that I think about it. Anyways, the demon crows like to scavenge there. I don't remember which demon lord rules that place. I think it's more on the outskirts of hell. Anyways, the demon crows are relatively friendly, and are good starter demons if you ever get into that sort of thing... which I really really really don't recommend you do." Jun blinked repeatedly. "Uh, but anyways, those three were part of a family. Blackbean's a pretty big guy, even for a demon crow. But he's sort of a gentle giant. The others are more vicious. They used to steal food from him. He was a good hunter though, so he didn't starve."
Jun peered down again at Blackbean and Boscoe. She beamed. "He has very little malice within him. For this reason, he's actually rather resistant to holy energy and light magic. Some demon crows are like that. If for some reason they're able to find a source of holy energy, they'll bathe in it to remove demon ticks. It's actually pretty funny. They'll flap around in it and these awful bugs will just start smoldering and smoking and fall to the ground. It feels like a hot bath to them.
"Sorry, I'm rambling again. Long story short, Dantalion set up the contract, I signed it in blood, and we were set. From then on I could just summon them from the demon realm. I figured out a way to cheat a little. I could withdraw blood with a syringe and place it into a vial, then use the vial to cast the spell. It's much more convenient than slashing a palm on the fly. Of course, I can't do it anymore. Oh! The reason why Blackbean is still here is because, after I became a holy mage, I met up with a demon friend of mine named Maelik. I told him I wanted to say good-bye to the demon friends I had before. He opened a portal to the demon realm and helped me get back in contact with the demons one last time. And let me tell you, every single one of them except for Dantalion and Blackbean, thought I was a bitch and a traitor. All my old contracts were destroyed, except for Blackbean's."
Jun paused, hesitating, as this next part Vaelar might find disturbing. "There is a small black stone, hidden somewhere, that contains a small portion of my soul. It's what binds Blackbean to the mortal realm. If it's destroyed, nothing will happen to me. But Blackbean will be forced to return to hell, and I'll never be able to see him again without the help of another demon lord. Maelik was an exceptionally kind demon. It was a miracle that I ran into him. I doubt I'd be able to meet another one who would help a holy mage reunite with a demon friend."
She looked at Vaelar with earnest. "Blackbean doesn't like hell. He prefers to stay here, with me. Honestly, he's the only vestige of my old self that I truly don't regret... So yah, that's the story."
She took a deep breath. "That felt good actually."
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Nov 5, 2018 20:47:28 GMT -8
Vaelar listens attentively to Jun's story, his expression changing as she speaks, from mirth to concern to amusement and so on. When she's finished, he lets out a low, long whistle.
"My, Jun, I had no idea you dabbled in such dark arts before our meeting! Not that it makes you any less attractive, mind, but it's not something I would ever guess you would even consider doing!" he exclaims, a bit astounded by the twists and turns of the story.
"The only interactions I've had with demons have been at bladepoint, as I cut their foul hearts from their soulless chests. I hadn't even considered the possibility that they might have anything besides baser vile motivations for their dastardly acts, or that they would willingly make unforced pacts with humans, that they nearly unanimously consider inferior in my experience. One learns something new day by day, as the old saying goes."
He smiles brightly at her afterward and presses his forehead to hers.
"I am glad you told me, too. I wish to share all your burdens with me, to allow me to shoulder your demons alongside you," he continues.
Down below, Boscoe examines Blackbean's tougher beak with interest. Back home, his heightened intelligence in comparison with other beasts of the island had allowed him to use them in symbiotic relationships, and he observes the similar intellect in Blackbean's beady crow-like eyes. He returns to fishing, standing by the waterfront and looking back at the corvid expectantly. He aims carefully, and then strikes with his scorpion-like tail, impaling one of the spiny fish upon it without harm due to its chitinous exoskeleton. He flings it back toward Blackbean, who catches onto the idea quickly and begins to tear into the creature's tough, venomous flesh, filleting it and tossing it aside, before being thrown another. The less dangerous fish the manticore skins itself with its deadly precise claws, and tosses into the pile. Before long, they've got a huge pile of fish-meat stacked up next to them, and on some unspoken mutual agreement they decide that it's enough to fill them both up. In point of fact, it looks like a large enough pile to fill a dragon's belly for a full day. The two get to chomping down fish-flesh indiscriminately, each sharing about half the pile.
Vaelar looks on this cooperation with lazy interest, but most of his attention is upon the lovely warmth that fills his arms, and their shared heat. He suddenly wraps her up in both of his arms and rolls her onto his chest, squeezing her in a tight embrace. It's a bit sudden, and almost unprovoked. Perhaps he hadn't yet processed his being reunited with her, but it's as if he's been filled with an abrupt and overwhelming euphoria. He looks down at her with a beaming, genuine grin and places another kiss to her lips, pressing his nose to hers afterward and gazing into her eyes, his own filled with a fiery, loving passion.
"As exciting as that island was, I cannot begin to describe how glad I am that you are back in my embrace, my little heroine," he intones.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Dec 30, 2018 12:14:54 GMT -8
Jun's head relaxed on top of Vaelar's shoulder.
"It's... oddly comforting being called little. With so much riding on what's happening, it's nice not have to be big. I want you to be the biggest thing in me- AROUND, UNDER, NEXT TO... fuck. You know what I mean."
Jun sighed, and Vaelar would feel her relatively little body relax into him, like a long rope going slack for the first time in months.
"Stay alive." She said softly. "No matter what happens. We'll conquer the Wyld together."
Blackbean and Boscoe had amassed a fortune of fish. Their unprecedented synchrony would have Land-Tiller zoologists baffled for ages to come. They feasted together happily, having finally found mates of comparable size who understood what it was like to flout biological conventions established by the Square/Cube Law. Hoping to distract herself from yet another awkward slip of the tongue, Jun craned over Vaelar's other shoulder to observe them below.
"It's so cool we both have such epic mounts, isn't it? ... I'll bet mine's faster though." Jun smirked mischievously.
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Jan 3, 2019 20:56:45 GMT -8
Vaelar laughs heartily at the slip of the tongue and grins at Jun saucily.
"Oh, I know exactly what you mean," he replies with an affirming nod. "You want me to be the biggest thing in you. I would hate to disappoint."
He revels in her relaxation, internally celebrating that he was able to drive out the demon of worry and put in its place a feeling of relative peace. Still, he looks a touch confused at her next statement, though his grin never leaves his lips. Boscoe below is indulging in life's baser pleasures. He digs into the pile of fresh fish, his eerily intelligent emerald eyes glancing this way and that as if to watch his surroundings for competitors for food as his razor sharp teeth slice through fish flesh as if it's melting butter.
"Stay alive? I didn't plan on dying any time soon, and this new..." he gestures vaguely with his hands, "...whatever it is probably isn't the strongest thing I've been contracted to kill," he replies. If his confidence is feigned he's excellent at hiding it.
"We'll conquer this beast on the horizon without even breaking a sweat, I'm sure."
"Faster, you say? Than a manticore? Woman, you're touched by madness," he scoffs, teasingly, "my mount is the fastest thing this side of the continent! Not even a dragon can outpace Boscoe. I'd bet you two-hundred gold that my Boscoe could beat your carrion-bird. Actually, make that two-hundred gold and--" his grin widens, "--whoever loses gets to wear the cuffs next time!"
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jan 10, 2019 21:18:08 GMT -8
Vaelar's rock-hard chest was as good a desk as any for Jun to slam her forehead into as he repeated her slip of the tongue to her.
Vaelar's confidence elicited a little smirk. But it was somewhat hidden from Black's view as she looked off to the side. Her eyes more so, they scaled the opposing cliffside as Jun contemplated vanquishing the beast on the horizon.
A little bit of discomfort and fear prickled up her spine as she realized that Vaelar had no idea what he was talking about. She had a flashback to that fateful day. On one end was Daedalus, one of the most powerful mages she had ever met besides her own grandmother, capable of casting spells she could only dream of (for now). On the other end was herself, recently returned from an apprenticeship with what was essentially a nature god. Both of them used magic which quite literally shook the earth with their fury. They literally set the horizon on fire. And this deific trespasser or whatever it was, laughed at them.
It was frustrating. It was painful. Jun had accepted that she didn't need to surpass her grandmother, that she was her own person with her soul, her own dreams, her own ambitions. But at the very least, she wanted to be able to protect her people from harm. But this stupid, godforsaken world just kept raising the fucking bar. How much stronger did she have to get? Was calling upon the power of an entire forest to drench the enemy in exploding ghost animals not good enough?
But like Vaelar, she didn't let those insecurities register on her face. It was healthy and right to be honest about her feelings, but only in a trickle, enough for Vaelar to deal with. He had almost died himself, and he didn't deserve to be treated like a mop for her tears. The flood dam would have to be held back. Yes, only a trickle would get through.
She gripped his shoulder and closed her eyes.
"Yah, we will." She said resolutely.
As the topic shifted to the speed of their mounts, Jun's spirit sat straight up. "Is that so?" The mood completely shifted. Her teeth were bared devilishly. "You think your overused castle motif can keep up with my best friend? Psh. Dragons are overrated. I'll have you know when my grandmother fought dragons in the Darastrix War, she was riding on the back of her very own demon crow... I think its name was Nutmeg... Now that I think about it we both had a habit of naming demons after food." She shook her head. "Anyways, Lady Naoki pays my salary so I'm happy to accept."
Jun propped herself up on her forearms. Her elbows dug into his chest. She then slid her thigh up his and gently but firmly pressed her knee into his loins. "And I can't wait to put you in handcuffs."
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