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Faceless were an interesting abomination, but as interesting as they are, curiosity can kill the cat…
… Or dragon, in this case.
Hadassah sped in quick flight across the bog. Her frail human body was bruised from a sudden ambush of Faceless, and while she had attempted to fight back, there were too many for her to handle alone, especially in her human form.
Why did she not use her dragon form to dispatch her foes? Her thoughts were thus: 1: I may catch the attention of Nohrian soldiers on patrol in this area; 2: I need to preserve my strength; 3: It’s a final resort when all else has failed me.
However, the bog was not her territory, and she did her very best to avoid it. Previous circumstances forced her to take this route, and now she regretted every moment of entertaining the thought.
“I should’ve waited,” she breathlessly complained to herself, “… should’ve…!”
It was a given that the forest was a dark and foreboding place, and the blanketing fog did plenty to obscure objects. As a result, Hadassah ran full on into a wall. A dead end.
“Ugh!” she cried as she fell backward. The wind was knocked out of her, and blood seeped from her forehead, but that meant little. She hadn’t looked back to see if she had lost her pursuers… but two figures emerged from the dense fog.
She took a moment to catch her lost breath. Driven into a corner, her mind raced for ideas. Assets? Her spear? No! That was too precious! All there was to say was that there was a sheer vertical cliff behind her. If she transformed into a dragon now, she may just be able to fly out of her situation… and maybe eradicate these abominations from the face of the planet!
There was nothing else she could do.
The manateke took firm hold of her necklace, and her form drastically changed. A winged serpent graced the bog with her presence… inadvertently catching more attention than she would’ve liked. A few more faceless appeared before her.
She was outnumbered, but overpowered? Not in their miserable, pointless lives!
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
As the manakete proceeded to be captured within such battle, it could be considered a shame to discover that a young man was also finding his way into the woods.
Asinine was quite simply, nursing a headache, wherever he seemed to go, the idle chatter wouldn't die down. In his room, he had had to deal with the constant, "May I help you with anything Master Asinine?" and when he left his home, he had to deal with little kids playing around mindlessly. The library was closed at this hour, and overall, he couldn't find anywhere with peace and quiet...
Except the one place that few dared to venture. The Woods of the Forlorn, the location also held a certain fascination to the young man, as not much was known about such a place. As he rolled his wheelchair through the muddy ground, his arms felt strained.
Quite honestly, it'd probably be easier to walk on his two feet, but instead he continued on a bit farther, until he heard sounds... Like a lot of people rustling through leaves, and the commotion could only mean one thing... A Hoshidan had stumbled into the woods.
Rolling a bit closer, Asinine peered through the trees, and seeing a number of faceless... He suddenly noticed something more fascinating, his eyes widened a bit, as he got a bit closer, but remaining hidden under the cover of trees, he watched in silence.
Flight… yes, that would’ve been the optimal plan if she had considered that flight from a densely forested environment was nearly impossible. Her wing membrane was a light, yet fragile organic material, but given the sharpness of the branches, the alternative plan to fight was all too unavoidable. She’ll clear a path as best she could, then beat it…
Nevertheless, the Faceless came in droves. She couldn’t tell from the amount of fog just how many there were… but her struggle to survive began.
Hadassah pushed forward, throwing her body into the crowd of Faceless and threw them off of their feet, crushing some under her weight in the process. Her claws rent through their flesh, and her teeth tore their limbs. A crimson flame she unleashed upon them, and her strong tail whipped about, causing Faceless to fly left and right. Regardless their numbers dwindled, only to be replenished.
Until, that is, there was a guttural roar that sounded off in the distance. The Faceless withdrew themselves as a new foe appeared drawn by the sounds of battle. A hulking shadow formed in the fog, and heavy footsteps resounded in the atmosphere.
Hadassah's breathing was shallow, but her form and strength gave her boldness. She faced her gargantuan foe with a fierce glare and breathed fire into the fog, yet there was no response aside from the foreboding stomps of the monster's approach.
A large hand reached out suddenly, and Hadassah backed away in shock. However, her wing was caught in its grip, and the dragon was thrown against the cliff.
"Shaaahh!!" was the serpent's pained cry, she began to catch her breath, yet the monster pursued her. It reached out again, even so she quickly bounded out of the way and went straight for the neck. Her jaws latched tightly onto the behemoth, only that her teeth made just a shallow imprint. She was quickly grabbed and squeezed to the point were she screamed in agony.
Hadassah was lifted into the air and slammed onto the ground, then again, and again. Blood flew from the dragon's mouth before she was once again tossed into the wall. Her form suddenly reverted, and she was human once again. The manakete coughed blood as she struggled to stand.
This... can't be... she thought, I can't die yet... not yet...!
Summoning every last ounce of strength in her body, she stood and faced the behemoth. As the abomination extended its hand once more, she pulled her spear aside and hurled it at its face. By sheer luck, her spear struck one of its eyes, and the behemoth shrieked in pain and ambled away.
Hadassah fell to the ground, and her eyes flickered as she struggle to stay conscious. Her body felt a tenfold pain that constantly throbbed and rippled across her torso. Did that creature break a few ribs? Maybe rupture some organs? She couldn't tell. It just hurt. Everything hurt. It would take months without a vulnerary to recover from this... that is, if the Faceless don't come back for her first.
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
Asinine watched in silence, as the brutality against the dragon continued, but as he saw it deform, he went closer. This was somewhat intriguing, the figure looked somewhat similar to someone he'd seen before. As he got right in front of her, after painstaking wheelchair effort, he looked down upon her. A sound escaped him, almost like a chuckle, but his mouth remained closed.
"Oh, is it Hada, once again?" He stated this with a sense of fake sympathy to his voice, as he leaned over. "This is certainly an interesting turn of events..." He stayed beside her, and cupping his chin he glanced around, before looking back at her, and giving an expression slightly closer to a smile, than any that appeared on his face yet.
The manakete's eyes shifted to the speaker. Her vision was hazy, and his form was difficult to recognize... but his voice... his voice... it couldn't be.
How ironic... it was the one she had rebuked for his horrible personality. This was the worst possible person to help her. Even a Nohrian soldier would be better than this kid...
Regardless, this was no time to complain. She knew she wouldn't last long without his help.
"Ah... ahh... cough, cough!" she barely manage any words as blood splattered with each hard hack in her throat. All she could do was reach in his direction and touch the cold metal of the wheelchair. Then her vision darkened as she drifted to unconsciousness and her body became limp.
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
Asinine sighed, rolling his eyes, as he examined her body carefully...
Everyone had heard the tales, of shifters who could shift into dragons, most disregarded this as legend. One thing the stories always had in common, was the usage of a stone to transform. Asininine was making special care to find out where this was, his eyes resting on her neckless however he leaned forward. Pulling it slightly upward, he sighed. This work really was hard from his position.
The boy weakly got out of his chair, and landing on his knees, he started removing the necklace, before stashing it within a bag of his.
But he couldn't stop here, a manakete was an important type of being, if he left her to die, he'd pass up a very important opportunity. No, he intended to study the being, and the fact of his dislike of her, made this feel like it'd be all the more worth while. However, the issue was how to bring her home... His near nonexistent musculature, made this increasingly difficult, and his refusal to walk, made it even more so.
He was left with no other choice however, this was no matter what, going to be a pain upon the young man, as he tried to push her into his wheelchair.
It was a long long time before he reached his home, and getting there, his servants quickly brought the girl to the nurses, and rolled Asinine in pursuit. The medics quickly worked to help the lady, as Asinine waited impatiently for her to awaken, for however long it was destined to take. He looked visibly weaker, as one of the medics attended to him.
Everything that happened was a blur in her memory. The darkness, the murmuring of people, all those came and went like a storm.
Most importantly, she was alive and well.
Hadassah was now laying in a rather comfortable bed, her eyes fixated to the ceiling. A vulnerary had been used on her, and the pain she had felt was significantly less than before. Her blurry vision restored, she slowly raised herself to lean against the head of the bed.
... Where am I?
The only light that existed in the room was from several candles that stood about, and even with those it was easy to tell where she had ended up.
A Nohrian room, means a Nohrian house. Well, great.
Hm? Something felt different. Hadassah looked down at herself and immediately noticed that she wasn't wearing her regular swim suit! It was a white night gown, much like the ones she would see sometimes spying at Nohrian tailor shops. Her other garments were nowhere to be seen, and that's no good...
Wait.
Hadassah's body tensed as she felt around her clavicle. Her necklace was gone. They took it?! It can't be! She was literally powerless without it!
Given these circumstances... she begrudgingly concluded, I need to make a good impression...
... and that meant sucking up to whoever was in charge...
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
Besides the door, Asinine sat casually reading through a book. He hadn't been willing to leave, and risk the Manakete trying to escape. He didn't have the necklace with him however, that'd be too easy, she could attack him an easily retrieve such a thing.
Without glancing over, the noise of her moving alerted him. "I see you're awake." He stated quite plainly, before lowering his book into his lap. His head turned towards the bed where she resided in, and his eyes were a bit half lidded, as he stared at her.
"I wonder, what would you say is the purpose of someone such as yourself... If you can't transform..." His tone was that as it usually was, before he glanced back at his book, as he readied it to continue reading.
There he was. If it was him, then she had no problem having at him with her words.
Hadassah glared at the young man who ever so nonchalantly made his appearance. His question felt as if he intended to take a nip at her.
Either way, she's going to bring it back to their conversation previous.
"My worth does not lie within my transformation, Asinine. It is rather my mission," she replied with a fold of her arms, "All it gives me is a little more security, but even then I am still as mortal as you are." The woman slumped comfortably into the bed, "Hmhmhm... I wouldn't say completely mortal. Treat me gently, young man. Many consider my kind to be an artifact nowadays."
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
"Treat you gently?" Asinine scoffed, as he rolled his eyes. "Why do you think you're alive?" He sighed, as he flipped the page of his book, silently.
"I would've left you to die, if you weren't a thing out of legends, is that not an understood fact?" He was entirely serious as he said this. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, it was unfortunate that he would keep alive someone he quite honestly didn't like.
"Yes, if you hadn't stolen my belongings from me, too, I would've considered it gentle," spoke Hadassah with closed eyes, "Nonetheless, I am at your mercy, Nohrian child."
This was going to be a drag through the dirt...
"Unfortunately," she continued to his last question, "I am unaware of what it is you desire from me, but permit me to guess. You have my tribe's garb and my mother's prized necklace, anything else you would want is information." She opened one of her eyes, "As stoic and unfeeling as you are, this is a most invaluable opportunity for you. Here I sit, a manakete who would possibly understand the secrets of the Dragonstones, or perhaps a prospective slave to bring you to and fro across the continent... then again, I simply am guessing what it is you want. Perhaps you have some words for me, Asinine ?"
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
Asinine turned his head, a bored glint to him, as he rested his elbow on the arm of his wheelchair. His head seemed to rest upon his hand, as he listened to her explanation. "You're so annoying." He muttered, his eyes narrowing, he couldn't help but regret keeping her alive. However, due to his upbringing, and his family's reputation, he of course simply had to.
"I apologize, perhaps you've never experienced a nurse changing your clothes to tend to your injuries, and having blood washed out of your clothing..." His tone seemed to have the tiniest hint of annoyance. Usually it was entirely void of any emotion. "I have no desire for a dragon to ride, in order to fuel my ego... However, it's within my blood to seek understanding of everything within this world, and a rarity like you... Unfortunately must be preserved, and studied."
He yawned, before glancing out the door, to one of his employees. "I want some cake..." Footsteps were heard walking away, and Asinine glanced back at the manakete.
A coy smile crossed her lips at his first statement. Hadassah just loved getting under the skin of people like these, but that was enough of that.
"I suppose that's all well and fine so long as I get my things back," said the manakete with a bob of her head. Her head tilted to the side, "Anyway, I figured you for a scholar. Preserve and study, you say..." The idea of being killed here dissipated; she was more useful alive, after all. Maybe she would stay here for a little while under the guise as his subject of research.
With that fact, Hadassah relaxed a little.
"Can I have cake, too, Asinine?" she inquired with a cheeky grin, "I've never had Nohrian cake before."
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
Asinine looked downward. "The servant is already gone... This won't do... Then I'll have less..." He seemed to mumble rather childishly, like a kid unwilling to share. Besides that, he didn't particularly want to share with her, but he sighed. "Perhaps a bite..."
He folded his hands together, before rolling closer to the lady. "I wish I could examine your... Other form, however most likely if I handed you your stone back right now, you'd be gone immediately..." He stated quite plainly, as he leaned back in his chair. "Is that correct? I doubt my spells could stop you for long..."
Hm? This was interesting. He was actually willing to share?
There was no need to tease him about it, but... yes, this softer side of himself shone for just a moment. It was almost like a... child-like quality.
"It's..." said Hadassah quietly, "... it's fine. I can try it later if that's manageable. Thank you." She cleared her throat and folded her arms. From what he said, it seems he was a mage of sorts. That made sense for his kind of vocation... still, his question. "It's true what you say, Asinine. I can easily break through the walls of this house to escape... however, I will tell you that I cannot stay in the form for long." She pressed her fingers to her temples, "The destructive nature of dragons is a difficult thing to stave off from one's mind. We Manakete generally become less sane the longer we are in our beast forms... and even as I faced with the behemoth, my mind was bent on the destruction of all that stood before me." A sigh escaped her lips, "With that thought, my transformation would rather destroy this house before escaping. On your end, it was a wise decision to withhold my stone from me."
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
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