[ Moose are actually more terrifying than bears. This is a fact that Seki learns very quickly— although that was also expedited by the fact that he had heckled the creature, trying to lasso it like he would a horse so he could get out of having to pay for one of those ridiculously overpriced mounts back at the farm. He had enough money on him for rope and a bag of grain, and that's what he invested on, but this isn't a situation he'd expected: he'd gotten the rope over one of the moose's antlers, whereupon it'd knotted and then pulled free out of his hands.
Rope burn is one thing, but so is being chased by a moose- running away when he isn't built for speed, and having to resort to delving further into the woods where the growth is thicker and hopefully impedes the animal more than it does himself.
God, that's an unholy noise the creature is making.
He also needs his rope back. He'd spent good money on that. ]
[ the rest of her party were collecting firewood, leaving aeryn to guard the camp. it's typically not the brightest of plans; aeryn, while a powerful mage, isn't the strongest of creatures, and hates camping to boot. so she's relatively wary, watching her surroundings carefully from her seat upon a stump in the forest.
but she hears the crashing. the bellow of what sounds like an angry beast -- and aeryn immediately leaps to her feet, the incantations of the arcane on her tongue as she whips her staff in front of her, defensively, before she sees . . . a boy? and -- a what?
the creature itself is far too large to fight without magic, and is seconds from bulldozing her over -- so she immediately leaps onto the stump, whipping her staff around to crack into the ground, a crackling pattern of ice emanating from the magical object, cascading along the ground to create, effectively, an ice rink right underneath the moose . . .and, unfortunately, the boy as well. ]
Move, idiot!
[ it's a rather harsh command, from a lady who appears to be wearing silk in the middle of a forest, but she steps onto the ice without so much as a slip, grounding herself. ]
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Date: 2018-11-17 12:22 am (UTC)Rope burn is one thing, but so is being chased by a moose- running away when he isn't built for speed, and having to resort to delving further into the woods where the growth is thicker and hopefully impedes the animal more than it does himself.
God, that's an unholy noise the creature is making.
He also needs his rope back. He'd spent good money on that. ]
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Date: 2018-11-17 12:55 am (UTC)but she hears the crashing. the bellow of what sounds like an angry beast -- and aeryn immediately leaps to her feet, the incantations of the arcane on her tongue as she whips her staff in front of her, defensively, before she sees . . . a boy? and -- a what?
the creature itself is far too large to fight without magic, and is seconds from bulldozing her over -- so she immediately leaps onto the stump, whipping her staff around to crack into the ground, a crackling pattern of ice emanating from the magical object, cascading along the ground to create, effectively, an ice rink right underneath the moose . . .and, unfortunately, the boy as well. ]
Move, idiot!
[ it's a rather harsh command, from a lady who appears to be wearing silk in the middle of a forest, but she steps onto the ice without so much as a slip, grounding herself. ]