The snow was blasting down across the empty Roenden plains, it was impossible to see anything that might be waiting up ahead. This blizzard had been ravaging the frigid landscape for the past three days and the snow was easily neck deep for Elliot as he struggled to make progress. Wolgroth did the best she could to shield the tiny runner from the icy torrent but no matter how much she plowed the trench she made seemed to fill in almost instantly. She could hear her companion huffing and puffing desperately beneath her as they slowly inched forward. “We’re almost there, hang in there!” she yelled over the howling wind. The second Wolgroth opened her mouth, her maw was flooded with snow almost choking her. As she gagged on the frigid intrusion, she could just barely hear a deep moan in response from below. She glanced down to make sure Elliot was still moving and found him partially buried, his eyes were starting to glaze over as his sides heaved. “NO. Come on, keep moving! You have to keep moving!” She practically screamed in his ear as she reached down to yank the vayron back onto his feet by his scruff.
Elliot wobbled unsteadily on the shifting snow after Wolgroth let go of him. Without a response he continued to launch himself forward against the drift. Normally they would never have even dreamed of venturing out into a storm like this but unfortunately for them their pursuers were bold enough to continue tracking them. As Elliot struggled to make progress, Wolgroth glanced back into the raging white out behind them. She couldn’t see anything but she knew the poachers were likely not far behind. They couldn’t afford to stop but at this rate they would both succumb to the weather. Upon turning her attention back to the raging void ahead the blasting white winds parted for a split second. Far ahead a large dark structure could just barely be seen peeking out against the endless white. When Wolgroth realized they were finally almost at the village they were heading for she turned her head back down to tell Elliot but froze when she saw the pale runner was still against the snow. “Elliot?!” she called out, gently turning him over with one of her ice entrusted talons. The white vayron was unconscious and didn’t respond, large chunks of snow were stuck to his fur turning his usually lithe legs into blobby limp masses.
Wolgroth swore loudly as she snatched the runner up and out of his frigid prison. While doing her best to knock the excess snow off of him she started sprinting across the snow. She held the limply dangling vayron in her mouth and launched herself in a bounding motion. It didn’t take her long to reach the structure she had seen and thankfully the structure was the outer wall of a large city. Without slowing down the massive tyrian launched herself up and over the mostly buried wall. When she made it over she found that the city within was just barely better off than the plains surrounding them. She rapidly scanned the barely visible buildings while partially perched across the battlements. Across the city she could just barely see what appeared to be a port district, large merchant ships were faint blurs behind the whipping snow but more importantly not far from the large vessels were multiple large warehouses. With her destination in sight Wolgroth launched herself from the wall and landed partially on the roof of a nearby building. She was way too big for the tiny homes or inns that comprised the city, the only possible chance she had of finding shelter for both of them would be those warehouses. She did her best to scramble across the slick rooftops but still managed to send roof tiles flying as she went.
After leaving an exceptionally distinct trail of destruction in her wake, she finally managed to reach the port district and was relieved to see that the buildings she had seen were indeed warehouses. She sprinted up to the largest one and yanked on the large sliding door. It barely budged before her trembling talons slipped from its edge. With a grunt of frustration she readjusted her grip and slowly dragged the door open enough for her to squeeze inside. As the door slowly opened she could hear startled cries from inside the warehouse. ‘Like it or not I’m coming in.’ She thought to herself as she wiggled her massive frame in through the opening she had made. When she was fully inside she forced the door shut once more. Once the door was firmly shut again she turned to examine her surroundings. The inside of the warehouse was almost blazingly warm compared to the arctic conditions she had just slogged through. The interior was well illuminated by crystal lanterns and was quite spacious. One corner of the warehouse had large palettes of boxes stacked neatly while the rest of the space was bare. Dotted across the space were small clusters of humans, vayrons and even tyrians. All of them were staring up the massive black tyrian in terror and uncertainty, she easily towered over all of them by a wide margin.
All eyes were fixed on the massive black tyrian that had suddenly barged into their shelter, their eyes darting in terror between the limp white vayron dangling lifelessly from the beasts massive maw and the crimson eyes scanning them with hostility. Wolgroth quickly judged that none of the reoseans or humans present were members of the poacher organization and carefully set Elliot down on the slightly muddy floor. “Help him!” She angrily commanded the frozen citizens. At the sound of her booming voice a few of the citizens tentatively ran over to the unconscious vayron. They quickly figured out that he was suffering from hypothermia, exhaustion, and that his mana was completely drained. While glancing up at the black tyrian that was glowering down at them they rapidly moved Elliot closer to one of the large red crystals positioned around the warehouse. One of the vayrons among the citizens took charge and guided the group as they quickly began removing the last of the ice that was caked to the white vayron and began toweling him dry. As they worked Wolgroth kept a close eye on them while also starting the process of removing the excess ice from her limbs and tail.
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The snow was blasting down across the empty Roenden plains, it was impossible to see anything that might be waiting up ahead. This blizzard had been ravaging the frigid landscape for the past three days and the snow was easily neck deep for Elliot as he struggled to make progress. Wolgroth did the best she could to shield the tiny runner from the icy torrent but no matter how much she plowed the trench she made seemed to fill in almost instantly. She could hear her companion huffing and puffing desperately beneath her as they slowly inched forward. “We’re almost there, hang in there!” she yelled over the howling wind. The second Wolgroth opened her mouth, her maw was flooded with snow almost choking her. As she gagged on the frigid intrusion, she could just barely hear a deep moan in response from below. She glanced down to make sure Elliot was still moving and found him partially buried, his eyes were starting to glaze over as his sides heaved. “NO. Come on, keep moving! You have to keep moving!” She practically screamed in his ear as she reached down to yank the vayron back onto his feet by his scruff. Elliot wobbled unsteadily on the shifting snow after Wolgroth let go of him. Without a response he continued to launch himself forward against the drift. Normally they would never have even dreamed of venturing out into a storm like this but unfortunately for them their pursuers were bold enough to continue tracking them. As Elliot struggled to make progress, Wolgroth glanced back into the raging white out behind them. She couldn’t see anything but she knew the poachers were likely not far behind. They couldn’t afford to stop but at this rate they would both succumb to the weather. Upon turning her attention back to the raging void ahead the blasting white winds parted for a split second. Far ahead a large dark structure could just barely be seen peeking out against the endless white. When Wolgroth realized they were finally almost at the village they were heading for she turned her head back down to tell Elliot but froze when she saw the pale runner was still against the snow. “Elliot?!” she called out, gently turning him over with one of her ice entrusted talons. The white vayron was unconscious and didn’t respond, large chunks of snow were stuck to his fur turning his usually lithe legs into blobby limp masses. Wolgroth swore loudly as she snatched the runner up and out of his frigid prison. While doing her best to knock the excess snow off of him she started sprinting across the snow. She held the limply dangling vayron in her mouth and launched herself in a bounding motion. It didn’t take her long to reach the structure she had seen and thankfully the structure was the outer wall of a large city. Without slowing down the massive tyrian launched herself up and over the mostly buried wall. When she made it over she found that the city within was just barely better off than the plains surrounding them. She rapidly scanned the barely visible buildings while partially perched across the battlements. Across the city she could just barely see what appeared to be a port district, large merchant ships were faint blurs behind the whipping snow but more importantly not far from the large vessels were multiple large warehouses. With her destination in sight Wolgroth launched herself from the wall and landed partially on the roof of a nearby building. She was way too big for the tiny homes or inns that comprised the city, the only possible chance she had of finding shelter for both of them would be those warehouses. She did her best to scramble across the slick rooftops but still managed to send roof tiles flying as she went. After leaving an exceptionally distinct trail of destruction in her wake, she finally managed to reach the port district and was relieved to see that the buildings she had seen were indeed warehouses. She sprinted up to the largest one and yanked on the large sliding door. It barely budged before her trembling talons slipped from its edge. With a grunt of frustration she readjusted her grip and slowly dragged the door open enough for her to squeeze inside. As the door slowly opened she could hear startled cries from inside the warehouse. ‘Like it or not I’m coming in.’ She thought to herself as she wiggled her massive frame in through the opening she had made. When she was fully inside she forced the door shut once more. Once the door was firmly shut again she turned to examine her surroundings. The inside of the warehouse was almost blazingly warm compared to the arctic conditions she had just slogged through. The interior was well illuminated by crystal lanterns and was quite spacious. One corner of the warehouse had large palettes of boxes stacked neatly while the rest of the space was bare. Dotted across the space were small clusters of humans, vayrons and even tyrians. All of them were staring up the massive black tyrian in terror and uncertainty, she easily towered over all of them by a wide margin. All eyes were fixed on the massive black tyrian that had suddenly barged into their shelter, their eyes darting in terror between the limp white vayron dangling lifelessly from the beasts massive maw and the crimson eyes scanning them with hostility. Wolgroth quickly judged that none of the reoseans or humans present were members of the poacher organization and carefully set Elliot down on the slightly muddy floor. “Help him!” She angrily commanded the frozen citizens. At the sound of her booming voice a few of the citizens tentatively ran over to the unconscious vayron. They quickly figured out that he was suffering from hypothermia, exhaustion, and that his mana was completely drained. While glancing up at the black tyrian that was glowering down at them they rapidly moved Elliot closer to one of the large red crystals positioned around the warehouse. One of the vayrons among the citizens took charge and guided the group as they quickly began removing the last of the ice that was caked to the white vayron and began toweling him dry. As they worked Wolgroth kept a close eye on them while also starting the process of removing the excess ice from her limbs and tail.
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