RP:Die Hard Farmer versus Death-Happy Vampires
(Shortly after sending him a letter, Svilfon appears from the north.)
Satoshi said, "That was fast."
Svilfon snickers. "You said you had a gift." That answers any questions about speed.
Satoshi nods. "That I do. Follow me. We need to get a big further down the pathway first." With that, the kit leads the way, limping along with the aid of her Xalious staff.
Svilfon tips his hat to the snow queen with a gap-toothed grin, before wandering after her.
Mountain Path
To the east and west the terrain is almost unbearable, but here the land is open and the earth not as rocky. Paths intersect here as the way to the north has been carved out of the mountains, and would take you in that direction. The incline is gradual as far as you can see, and goes up and over some mountains, blocking any vision of the north beyond. To the south is a spectacular scenic view from the edge of a cliff, and you see a small footpath that leads east from it to some unknown location. To the west, as well as east, the path dips down a little and goes into some very rough terrain. Further west you spot what looks like a small village, and you can also make out the two towers of Xalious, the Mage Tower, and another you cant recall the name of. From here they look splendid as they reach up into the sky before the great mountains of Xalious. To the north a path leads to a higher, more strenuous parts of the mountain range.
Satoshi stops in the middle of the path and leans against her staff, humming to herself. "Here we are~."
Svilfon was wandering behind Satoshi, stealing glances at her to see how she was doing. She did seem alright, aside from the bit of a hobble... and the one arm. But with a small shrug that would go unnoticed, he stops beside her and looks around. "You bought me an entire mountain?!"
Satoshi can't help laughing then, allowing herself the moment of mirth before shaking her head. "No~. I got you something -better-." Right on cue, a long streak of emerald rockets into the air from a nearby cliff-face, doing an elegant corkscrew as it rises up to set itself in front of the sun before wings unfurl in a dazzling display of rainbow feathers, sunlight reflecting off them to dapple the ground magus and wizard stand on in a wash of colorful lights. Emiur, as vain and dramatic a creature as Satoshi, couldn't resist the moment of theatrics, but once it is over the enormous serpent folds his wings and dives toward the pair. In a flash of green, he aerial-slithers about them both and draws in his coils in a couatl's version of a fierce hug. Relief, happiness, and gratitude emanate from the psion's mind in that moment, even is Satoshi squeaks and squirms in vain attempt to escape the crushing embrace.
Satoshi said, "C-cow hunting was the gift. Not the huggish snake."
Svilfon lets out an altogether unmanly 'Eeee!' noise as he spies his mighty friend, and when the flashes of rainbow-light dance around them he can't help but clap his appreciation. When the chaotic couatl wraps them up Svil bursts out laughing, though it's a little stilted in the crushing embrace. He'd wait until he was at least partially freed, before extending his arms and wrapping them rather inadequately around Emiur in a wizard-couatl hug of his own. ::It is good to see you, my friend.:: He figures the pscionic serpent would pick up on his thoughts. To Satoshi he replies, "The best gift ever!"
Satoshi takes a deep, unnecessary, breath once Emiur's coils loosen their hold. The oversized serpent meets Svilfon's thoughts with a sibilant snicker, forked tongue flicking out to brush the man's pointed hat. ::The feeling is mutual,:: he replies before turning his blunt snout on Satoshi and giving her a firm nudge. ::Do not do that again.:: He doesn't need to elaborate on his meaning, the kit knows full well what he refers to, and solemnly she presses her forehead to his scaly nose to murmur, "I won't. But I know now what you went through before." Wings ruffling anxiously, the serpent shifts to peer at wizard and magus thoughtfully through blind amber eyes. ::We've all had a taste of dark-induced personal hells. I'd prefer to not sample such a dish again. Instead,:: a mischievous twinkle enters those slitted eyes, ::I'd rather taste cattle.:: Satoshi doesn't need a second invitation and clambers aboard clumsily.
Svilfon flashes Emiur a wicked grin full of fangs and gaps in equal measure as the couatl licks his hat. It tastes like sunshine. The wizard allows Emiur and Satoshi their quite moment, before the couatl once again looks at him and speaks the words the man wanted to hear. "Ooooh! Old Man McDougal won't know what hit 'im!" The wizard waits for Satoshi to climb up on Emiur's back, before the he steps forwards and whispers quiet words to the couatl for his ears alone, though Satoshi's ears may pick them up if she wasn't too busy climbing aboard, "It was you who saved her, my mighty friend. I will not forget it, nor will she. And damnit!"- he claps his hands against Emiur's scales, "You're looking mighty fine!" With a gap toothed grin bristling with sincerity, the wizard begins the process of climbing up onto Emiur's back, and when settled he points towards the farm lands, "Let's go get us some dinner. I swear, these are the fattest cows you'll ever see." The wizard claps his hands on Emiur's scales again as he flashes Satie an almost flushed smile. Clearly he is most excited to see his friend again.
Satoshi misses out on the words, but she's very nearly unseated when Emiur suddenly swells with pride from the compliments, and it's only by sheer force of will that the couatl doesn't toss his rider outright in a moment of preening. Once she's righted, and Svilfon's seated, the serpentine psion spreads his wings, gives three powerful pumps, and brings them airborne. ::If you don't mind,:: he projects to Svilfon politely, ::might I siphon the directions from you?:: Once Emiur knows where he is going, the course will be set and the cows' impending doom with grow swiftly closer.
Svilfon nods his head and replies out loud, "Siphon away." He focues on the farm lands in Rynvale where he first landed on Hollow, after wandering away from his sleeping wife. He also makes sure to think about those cows, oh such bovine beauties; by far the fattest, biggest, cowiest cows that side of the Xalious mountains, just in case Emiur needs some extra motivation.
Pleasant Pasture
From the flowery meadows you have walked east, reaching a firm wooden fence, clearly intended to keep the herd of cattle that the farmers keep for their livelihood. The smell of flowers is becomes mixed with the smell of the cows, a large herd of which roams the pastures in front of you. The moment you step over the fence, you hear the thundering sound of a bull, stamping his hooves and staring at you alarmingly. The herder in the field warns you in a kind voice that you should be careful, but as long as you are careful there is no reason why you should not be able to get to the longhouse of the farm.
Satoshi coaxes the clouds Emiur circles through to shift aside, granting her a view of the cow-laden field below. Oh, Svilfon wasn't kidding about those beauties. Fattest meals on hooves she's ever seen. Licking her lips--the couatl doing the same--she turns to face her wizardly companion with a darkly amused grin. "That's good eating there. Save for that lone human problem. Who's got him~?" Emiur needlessly reminds her, ::I cannot kill, remember. Nor will I use my psionics to capture prey.:: Satoshi merely waves him off. This is a job for a vampire anyway.
Svilfon looks down at the farmer's pastures with more than a hint of dark joy in his normally jovial eyes. She was right in waving Emiur off; this was the work for vampires. He spends a long time checking out the herd, before he spies Old Man McDougal, the crotchety old farmer that owes Svil some gold. Scare away the wolves, he said. Warm up my bath water, he demands. Jobs upon jobs the wizard did for the old bastard when he arrived, and not a damn copper coin was paid. So it was time to get some revenge. "I will.. I owe him." To Emiur he silently says ::Ooh, let's scare him first!:: Svil likes his meals tasty, and though it ruins meat quite quickly, he finds the thrill of fear adds a certain spice to their blood. ::You leave it to me!:: The wizard makes a small gesture with his hands, a quick and quiet spell, before he clears his throat and proclaims in a voice far louder than usual, "To war!!" It wasn't really to war, but that should send the old bastard's heart a flutterin', and damnit!- the wizard always wanted to yell that out from the back of such a fine flying mount.
Satoshi's couatl is swift to heed Svilfon's shout, wings folding tight against his coils to send him and his passengers plummeting like a green bullet out of the clouds. As the lengthy shadow darts over the herd, cattle begin to bellow and stamp about, and panic starts to build among the closely packed bovine. But Emiur pays them no mind, his target being the old farmer hobbling toward his frightened livestock. ::Brace yourselves,:: he warns seconds before his wings erupt outward, slamming couatl and riders to a violent stop mere feet from the man, who stares in dumbfounded terror at the seventy-foot winged serpent reared up before him prepared to strike with gleaming fangs bared and forked tongue lashing.
Svilfon :: Old Man McDougal was the very epitome of grumpy; he was thoroughly convinced winter only existed to make him cold. So sitting on his porch, whittling away at some wood, his grizzled face a petulant mask, cursing every now and again at the world, with one eye ever on his cattle, he is caught by surprise when the thunderous voice rings out, 'To war!'. With yet another of his unending curses, the pulls himself to his feet, picks up his pitch fork and steps out under the cover of his porch, only to be met with seventy feet of saurian couatl. The man hawks and spits on the ground before him, moments before he hears something behind him whispering...
Svilfon has flown with the couatl before, so when Emiur asks him to brace himself he quickly does so. He spares Satoshi a brief glance, she was rather injured and he didn't want her to fall off. But damnit, with hunting to do he was sure the snow queen could look after herself. The impact of Emiur quickly spreading his wings is met with a grunt, before Svilfon speaks, "Time to have some fun." He flashes Satoshi a wink, gives Emiur a pat, before speaking the word of his teleportation spell. He is careful not to erupt into a ball of flames, Emiur might not ever forgive him if he even scorched a single feather, so in the wake of the vanishing wizard there is only a thin tendril of smoke. He snaps through Hollow, only to appear behind the farmer who is staring directly at the mighty couatl. Svil steps forward and whispers in his ear, "Remember me..." Moments before his fangs are bared and soon driven into the old man's neck.
Satoshi departs Emiur's company in a most kiddish fashion, using the couatl's tail as an impromptu slide that deposits her gently on the ground some feet away. With both vampires off his back, the serpent gives a flap of wings to carry him skyward again so that he can begin circling the milling herd--he's still thoroughly peeved that McDougal wasn't truly frightened or impressed by his appearance. Satoshi ignores the couatl's silent grumblings and approaches the wizard and farmer in their fatal embrace. ...and she damn near gets impaled on the end of a pitchfork for getting too close. "Sven's balls! He's feisty!" From this point on, Satoshi keeps a careful distance and simply watches in amusement, leaving Svilfon to the act--and not raising a word of warning when McDougal turns the butt-end of his pitchfork on the wizard, aiming blindly to drive it into his attacker's gut in a grouchy act of revenge.
Satoshi said, "I think he remembers ya."
Svilfon was totally unaware of anything else happening around him as the farmer's fiesty blood, filled not with fear but with a lifetime of bitterness, pours down his throat. The taste is almost acrid, were it not feeding the ever-present hunger that always stalks the vampiric wizard. But the old bastard wouldn't do the world the favor of just dying. Oh no, not old Man McDougal. Instead he swings around the pitchfork and drives it back end directly into Svil's stomach with enough forced to tear his fangs from the man's neck which gives birth to a blossoming sanguine flower. The gap-toothed vampire grins, though - the pain easily ignored. And though he very much wants to dcarry on feeding from the farmer, who is turning to face him again, he instead decides to listen to his own request of Satoshi. To share. So he steps forward, flashing his fangs in an attempt to do a vicious, scary mask of anger, before shoving his two palms into the old man's chest and sending him staggering back towards the standing Satoshi. The old farmer cannot stop his momentum, but he does manage to swing his pitch fork again and drive it's forked ends towards the standing snow queen. The wizard's attention shifts, though, to Emiur. ::Dinner time!::
Satoshi is most certainly not in the mood to be skewered by a pitchfork, and so when the farmer collides with the Ice Queen, he finds she's quite truly living up to the title, as she's frozen her flesh solid in preparation. With a metal twang of the pitchfork, McDougal bounces off the frigid statue of Satie and falls backward, cursing. As he falls, Satoshi defrosts herself and lashes out, snagging the pitchfork from his arthritic grasp, and twirling it around to be plunged downward, pinning McDougal to the ground through his stomach. Still the farmer spits curses at his vampiric attackers, refusing to die. "Trying to impale me without even buying me dinner? You old rogue~." She winks, and gives the pitchfork a malicious twist. "Pity I don't have a thing for oldies." As the human's blood drenches the earth, Satoshi merely clings to the pitchfork and watches, a dark gleam of delight enters her eyes while fangs are bared in a macabre smile. Sensing the unpleasant turn Satoshi's mind is taking, Emiur flutters to a halt above the cows and flicks his tongue nervously in the kit's direction, worry emanating from him in thick waves.
Svilfon snaps his wandering gaze back to Satoshi as she impales the farmer and twists the fork into his stomach. Usually, this wouldn't really effect him too much - he is used to her ways. But she was... wasting food... for the sake of cruelty. She is many things, is the lady icicle; she can be casually cruel if the mood takes her, and the wizard has little doubt she wouldn't bat an eye at slaying just about anyone who got in her way. But this... He steps towards her and wraps his hand around the pitch fork, ignoring the farmer who cries, "Oi, you gap toothed sunuvabitch, come down here and I'll box 'yer ears in." The wizard spares just a moment to flash his gaze to Emiur, ::Dinner, mighty friend. Eat.:: Before he locks his gaze on Satoshi and almost casually says, "You're wasting food." He keeps his hand on the pitchfork, stopping her for twisting it further, and though there is no accusation in his eyes, his words do ring with such tones.
Satoshi doesn't acknowledge Emiur's brief anxious nudge before the couatl returns his attention to the herd below, once more circling them to keep the panicked cattle from fleeing before the vampire's can join the hunt. He'll focus on this task, and leave Svilfon to tend to what gnaws at the back of his serpentine mind like a parasite. Satoshi's grip tightens on the pitchfork then, attempting to twist it from Svilfon's grasp with a violent jerk that draws a reluctant moan and a sailor-worthy insult from the farmer. "Let go," she hisses through clenched teeth, bristling, "he's not food. He's collateral damage. He's a -talker-."
Svilfon keeps his grip on the pitch fork, the violent jerk sends him stepping close to the farmer's mouth. This is all the inspiration Old Man McDougal needs to snap his teeth on the wizard's ankle in a vicious bite while saying the garbled words, "See how you like it!" Svilfon swears and tears his ankle away, before giving the pitch fork a little twist of his own, "Shuddup, you pox-faced bilge-rat!" He scowls for just a moment at the stubborn old bastard, before snapping his gaze at Satoshi. "You let it go, lady icicle. He is food." The wizard flashes his bloody fangs, then, his gaze almost feral as he reiterates the words, "He is food!" The wizard would not back down from this, a fact made altogether clear by his own stubborn look.
Satoshi snarls, matching Svilfon's feral look with one of her own as she takes a threatening step closer. Unfortunately, like the wizard, she suffers McDougal's wrath for getting too close, albeit this retaliation being a below-the-belt kick that would have dropped someone like Svilfon. Unfortunately for the farmer, Satoshi's not male, and while any kick hurts, this one certainly doesn't have the desired effect. But it's still is enough to divert her attention, and Satoshi sends a withering gaze at the old man. "-Really-? Do I -look- like a male to you?" McDougal flashes his yellowed teeth in a sneer, "Close enough to make da mistake." A moment is spent by the kit blinking, glancing at Svilfon, and promptly launching herself at the human, hand taking hold of his throat to throttle him as she uses her small form to pin him along with the pitchfork. "You're not food, or collateral damage. You're -dead-!"
Svilfon wasn't backing down from Satoshi's wrath. He eyes her, seemingly unafraid, before the crotchety old farmer kicks her blow the belt and speaks his words. The wizard can't help but snicker at them, it was funny, though his mirth his stolen by Satoshi pinning the old bastard down and wrapping her hand around his throat. This proves too much for the wizard; cold dead blood is hardly as tasty as the fiery fresh stuff. So he takes half a step back, before diving at Satoshi, tackling her against his shoulder and driving her off the man. The two coterie mates roll over a time or two, all the while the farmer, in a voice made harsh by the brief strangulation shouts, "You look like a boy, but fight like a girl. And you, dress boy, look like a girl and fight like one too! The most useless..." His words stop as Svilfon manages to flash out his bitten foot and kick the old farmer in the nose as hard as he can. It silences him briefly, while Svilfon struggles to pin down Satoshi and calm her, before the two end up fighting again and more-than-likely killing all the cows in the process. All the while he's snarling, "He is god damn food... even if it is stubbon old acrid food!"
Satoshi's choke-hold on the farmer is abruptly stolen, and after a tumble through the dirt, it's she who's pinned to the ground and left blinking up at Svilfon as if seeing him for the first time. Words half-garbled from a broken nose escape from the farmer then, "Bah! You kick like a girl too. Worst cow-rustlers I've ever seen. My dog could take ya both!" followed up by a glob of blood spat out on the ground. Satoshi just dissolves into laughter then. In no time tears stream down her cheeks and she shakes with mirth, rendered helpless by the most stubborn prey she's ever met. "Not even... the.... -goat- was... this bad!" The words are forced out through giggle-induced hiccups as Satoshi swipes are the streaks of moisture on her face. She might have kept laughing, were it not for her noticing the ground suddenly trembling beneath her, something that has her peering around Svilfon to stare speechlessly with wide, startled eyes. It'd appear Emiur's terrifying presence has done little to frighten the head of the herd, a thickly built bull that's now bearing down on wizard and pinned magus, wickedly curved horns brandished as it bellows a challenge to the only attackers it can get to. "Now you're gonna get it. Ol' Lucius is a real demon," McDougal crows through broken teeth.
Svilfon dissolves into laughter at the stubbon old bastard's words, "Sven's balls, lady icicle, I think he'd shut even Percy up." He continues to laugh until he can hardly see; a mixture of pure enjoyment at the old man's words and relief Satoshi'd snapped out of her enraged state - though Svilfon loves to fight Satoshi, he has no wish to do so when she's that angry; not after seeing the pile of wraith bits she left behind last time. He is about to speak a flippant reply to the old farmer again, before he feels the earth rumbling beneath them. Eyes follow Satoshi's gaze and he sees the charging bull. At McDougal's laughter Svil decides upon the most prudent action possible. He pulls himself off Satoshi and turns to face the beast. "Hold this." His hat is torn off his head, freeing his ragged hair, before it's tossed down to Satoshi. The farmer starts to laugh, but Svil ignores this as he lowers his head and charges straight at the bull. He begins to shout a battle-cry which sounds quite good, until his head cracks against Lucius's with a horrible sound and the poor wizard is sent cartwheeling through the air to land in a huffed pile a few feet away. He's not too sure how the bull fared against this, and in truth all he can see is little dancing Percy's flittering around his eyes, shouting abuse to his dazed and confused brain...
Satoshi eventually finds her way back to her feet, and peels Svilfon's hat off her face, in time to catch the collision of bull and bull-headed wizard. Even Satoshi can't help wincing in sympathy at the crack that sends poor Svilfon flying. Taking a step toward the fallen vampire, Satoshi pauses at a plaintive moo behind her and, turning, finds Ol' Lucius sitting heavily on his haunches, cross-eyed and swaying dangerously. The magus moves to Svilfon's side then and drops his hat on his face with a laugh. "Honestly, teleporting would have saved you a headache," she chides, privately thankful she can't hear the newest barrage of insults being thrown by McDougal now, thanks to distance and the blood filling his mouth.
Svilfon opens his eyes to find he is staring into the depths of his hat. Oh, the wonders he sees within are almost beyond description! Well, I suppse that's not entirely true; majority of it is junk, though there's more than a few animals that seem a little frightened that all of a sudden there's a large gap-toothed face grinning dazedly into their home. With a 'huurmph' he adjusts the pointy hat onto his head proper, before sitting up and swaying a little. He grins at Satoshi in a crooked, and altogether lop-sided fashion, "I am a fine ally! I'd not abandon the battlefield for the sake of my own skin.. err.. head." He smiles again, before looking over at the farmer, who is trying to pull out the pitchfork while calling it an ugly spoon, and the bull who looks equally confused. The wizard tips his hat to it, before slumping back down onto his back. "Go... eat with Emiur. I need a moment to find my brain." The faint sounds of, "You'll need ten expert trackers, a wizard or two, and more maps than exist in the world to find such a mythical beast," comes from the farmer, but the wizard is too confuzzled to reply.
Satoshi seemingly heeds Svilfon's words... for as long as it takes to coax the befuddled bull into backing up and sitting on McDougal. She returns to him with the chorus of, "My wife's left teat is heavier than him, this don't hurt any!" ringing in her ears. A hand is extended to the wizard then, as she says, "Gather your brain while walking. We're going to lose our ride back home if we don't go play." Which is to say, Emiur's grown bored of the constant circling, as is evident by the two large, cow-shaped bulges working their slow way down his throat. The rest of the herd stands closely packed nearby with eyes wide and white, all jostling each other to be at the center of the bunch in hopes of evading those viper fangs.
Svilfon takes the hand and uses it to pull himself to his feet with a muttered curse, "Sven's balls, remind me not to do that again." Farmer McDougal is eyed briefly, before the wizard meets the bull's gaze. It seems far more unhappy to be close to McDougal than any dignity it might have lost in its game of head-crash with the vampire. Svil shrugs his shoulders to it, before shouting out to Emuir, "Don't eat them all!" He flashes a grin up at his mighty friend, before beginning to stumble run at the herd of cows. He spies one of the fatter ones and yells out, "Bet ya can't fit this in your mouth all in one go!" With that said the wizard jumps on its back before enacting his teleportation. Him and the cow are torn through Hollow, appearing again high above Emiur. The wizard waves his hat in a very rodeo like fashion just briefly, before he pushes himself off the terrified bovine and teleports back to the ground with a jolt. He shakes his head again, trying to clear out the cob-webs, before shouting again, "Above you! And all in one go!" He snickers as he watches.
Satoshi offers the bull a consoling pat as she passes him by, although her attention is claimed by the cow-flying wizard, and Emiur's ensuing reaction. Headcrest rising in a rainbow display of alarm, the couatl swiftly draws in his coils, shrinking away from the landing spot the cow is destined for. With a sickening crunch and splat, the air-borne bovine hits the earth and explodes, showering the area in intestines, blood, and splintered bones. ::I eat my prey slowly.:: Emiur gives Svilfon a withering look for that suicidal antic, while McDougal croaks out a laugh. "Ha! That thing's fruitier than a fruit bat in an orchard! Afraid o' a cow!"
Satoshi said, "How are you still alive..?"
Svilfon can't help but wince at the cow as it meets the ground with a mighty splat. "I knew you couldn't!" Any withering looks are lost on the jovial wizard as he tips his hat to the pscionic couatl. To Old Man McDonald, Svil laughs; finding he almost likes the man. The wizard smirks at him, before shaking his head a few times and looking at Satoshi. "I swear on Sven's balls, lady icicle, I'd go eat the damn farmer if I wasn't afraid I'd hear his voice in my mind for the rest of my life! He's all yours." With a wink, another hat tip, Svil leaps atop a cow and drives his fangs into its neck. The beast bucks and runs, dragging the wizard around with it. But after much practice, he can at least get himself quite a good dinner while it moves; his lips hardly spilling even a drop. Seems he learned from Satoshi quite well. Farmer McDougal uses this time to yell out, "At least you picked a pretty one! But I ain't raising none o' your kids, ye dress wearin' sissy boy!"
Satoshi said to Svilfon, "I still say we just kill him... he might be poisonous." McDougal spits at that, and might have wrinkled up his nose were it not broken. "It's called piss an' vinegar, boy, and it'd kill a sissy like you, you can count on that." Gritting her teeth, the kit stalks over, yanks the pitchfork out of the man, and brandishes it before his dented face. "I'm gonna stick this through your damn face if you don't shut up, y'hear me?!" The farmer presses his lips into a thin line and for a moment seems like he'll finally be silent.... until his faces cracks into a wide, shattered sneer, "You mad because your dress-wearin' girly man is lovin' my cows more than you?" Satoshi does it. She plunges that damn pitchfork right into the farmer's face. "Eat tines!"
Satoshi huffs. And exchanges a look with Lucius.
Svilfon is riding around on the cow, drinking away quite contently, even managing a gurgling chuckle or two at the farmer's 'piss and vinegar'. When the cow finally stumbles down, Svil rolls off and wipes his hand across his face, just in time to see Satoshi drive the pitchfork into Old Man McDougal's face. He winces as he strolls on over, only to hear the man's voice ring out, "No wonder he loves the cows more than you! Not only are you ugly, you're terrible at forking."
Satoshi is leaning on the pitchfork, eyes closed as she basks in the glory of silence, fina- He's not dead? How is he not dead?! Eyes snapping open, the kit glowers down at the stubborn human and takes a step backward warily. "He's got to be some sort of demon... w-we should just pull him apart right now." The words are meant for Svilfon, of course, but whether he agrees or not, Satoshi's not pausing to find out. Instead, she moves to shoo Lucius away--the bull stumbling off in a zigzag pattern--before seizing one of McDougal's legs, ignoring his onslaught of curses. "Git the other one, quick. Pull~!"
Svilfon swiftly makes his way to Old Man McDougal's other leg, and though he takes a kick or two from the flailing limb, he manages to grab hold of it. "One... two... three... pull!" Satoshi and Svil both heave their formidable strength against the man's legs and with a rather satisfying sound of flesh being torn, the old bastard's head is seperated from his body. Svil stumbles a bit, before dropping the leg and taking a precautionary step back. Then there is... silence... He allows himself to relax, before flashing Satoshi a small grin, "I swear on all things holy, lady icicle, I half expect his head to continue spewing insults." Svil wouldn't go close enough to find out - he leaves it there, stuck to the earth by the pitchfork. "We sure can pick 'em, eh?"
Satoshi examines the leg in her grasp without a word. The silence is too precious for her to break just yet. That is, until Svilfon speaks, to which she grins, chucks the leg over her shoulder, and makes her limping way to Emiur, who's encircled the herd in his coils while attempting to nap off two more cattle. "Oi, Scales, let's go. I lost my appetite, thinking that farmer's cows might be tainted like him," the couatl bashfully covers his snout with his tail as he belches in reply, "I'll take my chances with a bottle of blood wine, today." In all honesty, she's still quite hungry, but she really doesn't want to be here when Old McDougal's wife and dog return from their trip into town. The last people she wants to meet are the two creatures that willingly lived with that farmer.
Svilfon takes a wide, wide berth of Old Man McDougal's head as he wanders back over to Emiur. "Told you they were good!" The wizard claps the couatl's scales with his hand and grins from ear to ear; he seems mostly untouched by the horrific farmer, though those who know him well enough might pick up the faintly haunted look in his eyes. One doesn't dance with Old Man McDougal without being a little tainted. "Aye, let's go home." The wizard whispers a quiet word instead of climbing up onto Emiur and instead teleports the short distance. He settles himself down and rubs his belly, quite satisfied. "Come on, lady icicle. I got a bottle you can have on the way." He begins to rummage through his robes as he waits for the queen to mount the couatl.
Satoshi, at those words, climbs aboard Emiur faster than she ever did with two hands. Blood wine, the ultimate motivator. ...No, she doesn't have a drinking problem, thank you very much, mind your business! And yes, she is whispering sweet nothings to the wine on the flight home, but that's just because... she's using her magic to make it colder? That works.
[Svilfon gave 2 blood wine to Satoshi.
Satoshi drank a blood wine.
Satoshi drank a blood wine.
Satoshi drank a blood wine.
Satoshi defies the odds.]
Svilfon snickers at the snow queen as she snatches the bottles of blood wine from his hands. "Enjoy." He speaks a few silent words to Emiur, ::Next time, you and me come alone, my mighty friend. I swear hunting with the lady icicle is bad for my health.:: The couatl would pick up on the wizard's clear amusement, it was a fun afternoon indeed. He gives Emiur a pat of comradeliness, before settling himself in for the flight back home.