RP:SpiderKhat Meets SuperDoggo: A Warriors Guild Short Story
This is a Warrior's Guild RP.
Summary: Khitti crosses paths with Eirik days after the gathering at the warriors guild headquarters. Together they bath in the blood of their enemies! Or...no...wait. That's just a mammoth. Okay. They bathed in the blood of a fuzzy elephant! Huzzah!
Icy Grounds
Khitti was out for a much needed breath of fresh air, though figuratively of course since she was quite dead. Despite her love of reading, one could only stuff so much information into one’s brain. It was draining and well, she was content to leave the duo known as Dominic and Brand behind to take out some much needed aggression. Not far from where she was currently, a rather large herd of mammoths moseyed their way towards the woods, but that was not the redhead’s target. An elderly straggler had slowed it’s pace on the ice, trekking carefully as it tried so hard not to slip and come crashing down, for it could remain there for the rest of it’s last few days. This was not to be however. It’d never catch up to the rest of it’s family for the von Schreier woman had sought out her prey like a cat in the wild, iron-silver blades drawn as she shadowstepped her way to the great beast, slicing in the back legs to slow it further before she disappeared with a ‘bamf’ into a cloud of black smoke. The same noise and same cloud reappeared atop the shoulders of the eleven foot tall mammoth to give way to Khitti’s arrival as she struck again with both shortswords, sinking their blades deeply into its back.
Eirik was not far off, his statuesque appearance might resemble some form of stone art in the distance, though to the opposite side. He was unwaivering. Silver eyes refused to shift, his body never even tensed in the cold; he was an exile from another frozen wasteland. Much to Eiriks dismay, the action had begun to unfold without him, and it seemed like Khitti had come from the treeline looking for the very same target. Eirik springs into action, launching himself from the frozen tundra in a full-bore sprint. Hands draw the Greatsword strapped to his back, gripping the hilt as if his life depended on it. A loud and deep barbaric bellow reaches out from the pit of his bowels, whether Khitti liked it or not, Eirik the berserker was joining. That sickening weapon brought to heel and swung with every ounce of his might, aimed just at the knee of the mammoth. The strike itself is backed by the strength of the near six-foot berserker. It smacks with a sickening thud, Khitti could shadow dance all she liked, the Northman would keep the beast’s attention.
Khitti hadn’t caught the lycan’s scent right away for the smell of mammoth, wet with snow, was almost as bad as wet dog, if not worse. But then she heard that unsavory sounding yell from Eirik, and she did all she could not to get bucked off the back of the beast. Her swords were still firmly planted within its back as she held on, her lithe form flailing a bit in the wind before coming to a halt as Eirik takes his swing and the mammoth staggers and struggles to stand completely. Its blood spurts from the wounds on three of four legs, painting the ice red, the smell causing a hungry growl to pass the vampiress’ lips. “You know I’ve got zhis, right?!” came floating along the chilly breeze down to the lycan’s ears as Khitti stood, doing a bit of a balancing act as she climbed her way up onto the mammoth’s head. Spidersilk erupts from the women’s fingertips and laces its way around the fuzzy elephant’s massive throat until it was thick enough that Khitti might use it to swing down and slash at its jugular, even more blood spraying not only onto Khitti, but Eirik, and more of the ground around them.
Eirik sidesteps a swinging tusk, and sheathes his blade. The berserker's usual bloodlust had not even boiled over in his mind. Hearing Khitti's words he decided it was best to back off, but in style. He shamelessly moved down the side of the mammoth jumping here and dodging there to avoid being trampled by the behemoth. "All yours," the lycan states, bloodsoaked from head to toe. If she wanted this alone, so be it. Her choice, Eirik could simply wait for another. An ungloved hand raises to wave goodbye as he casually marches back to his hiding spot. The Lycan wouldn't be too far, but would watch from a distance.
Khitti hadn’t meant it harshly, but he’d taken her off guard. She was also still not entirely trusting of him despite the fact that Lionel had brought him on into the guild. The redhead, whose hair was now much redder thanks to all that blood. In a curiously spider-like way, she rappels her way down to the ground, leaving those silken threads quite attached to its gushing throat. Once booted feet touch down onto the icy floor of the wilds, a flick of both wrists would be given simultaneously and the mammoth brought crashing down before her. It’d be left to bleed out the rest of the way, though pity would be taken and she’d shove one sibling of her twin blades into the poor animal’s skull to sever its tie from this world. Where did that blasted lycan go now? She finds him soon after that thought, but doesn’t approach much, leaving quite the distance between them. “Uh. Zhanks, but did you have to bring zhe family vith you?” A bloodied, pale hand reaches out from beneath the sleeve of her dragonscale duster, pointing in the direction of massive, white dire wolves that were carefully sneaking up behind Eirik.
Eirik would sneer then, and awful thing to behold as smile parts his lips and moves the giant scar over his gruffy features. She smelled like death, and not just because of the mammoth. All vampires smelled like a corpse to him, and that would never change. The dire wolves however, weren't here for either of them. As a wolf, he understood them completely. They could smell the blood, and hear the pangs of the mammoth she had just slayed. "They aren't here for us." A hand rises to point at her fresh kill, they were scavengers to and Eirik merely chuckled. Of course the Lycan knew they were there, not many creatures could sneak up on him. Eiriks silver eyes look up at her discerningly; mind doing mental math about her and the abilities he was just privy too. "If you'll excuse me, I have some wolves to attend too." The lycan stands and turns on foot a blood soaked hand unclasps the cloak at his neck. That same sickening bellow would exit his lips. Silver hues switch to yellow and Eirik looks back to her, "I'm Eirik," the wolf was close and she would notice. The near changing Lycan marched off towards the wolves, perhaps to not be seen again.