The Worth Woodsea, a forest so large and vast it is compared to the sea, a strangely peaceful day for the area all things considered. Though perhaps the area was too quiet, even this close to the Glass Field it was too silent. Suddenly an inhuman roar echoed across the landscape, frightening birds and sending many of them flying out of the trees in every direction, desperately fleeing the area. A bright light filled the glass fields and the smell of blood filled the air. The sound of shattering glass echoed as the roar sounded again, pain and rage and hate made up the roar. In the field of glass a Large form was crouched among the broken glass red painting the area around it as it continued it's hellish bellow.
All the Giant could feel was pain, everything hurt, every fiber of his being was screaming out in outrage. He could breathe, the air was clean, the poison that had filled his lungs was no longer choking him. He filled his lungs with air, his hand gripping something tightly before his stomach churned and his stomach vacated itself. Atrum coughed,before making another howling roar as he tried to push himself away from the blood and puke. He didn't have the strength, too many open wounds on his boy too much lost blood the Giant didn't have the strength to stand. He was dying. He refused to die like this, bleeding out, alone, a pathetic death where he was not even fighting for his life.
The giant needed to rest, he needed to eat, to drink water. He stopped moving, stopped howling and raging going motionless, he had no magic, no strength, he needed to rest and build up as much power in his limbs as possible. Maybe if he could get on his feet he could walk to a nearby town. Atrum stared at his left hand he was clenching something tightly in it, since he found himself here in the Glass Field, what was it? He couldn't remember what had happened before...before...before what? Atrum found the strength to lift his hand and open it, revealing to him a human heart beating it last in his grip reflexively. That right, he remembered now...
He took part in that last battle, he had fought so hard to make it to the man who's head he had put his bounty of hatred on. The Shadow lord, A prince as he claimed. Atrum didn't care if he was or he simply pretended to be, vengeance was his goal after all. That final battle was intense he had put so much effort into just making it to his target, ignoring injury to himself to rip through the man's defenses and hit him with all the power he could manage. Did he get him? the Giant could remember, voices filled his head but he only remember reaching out towards the Shadow lord's heart then an explosion. He remembered vague events in between now and the explosion too hard to remember clearly he had no idea what happened. He didn't even know f he had succeeded, was this even the Shadow lord's heart in his hand? No, unlikely. The Giant doubted he had that kind of luck. Why was he in the Glass Field? It had been a while since he had burned this section of the forest so thoroughly that it became glass maybe he was somehow drawn here because of his connection to it? Just as well that he bleeds out in a monument to all his sins, wait, no. Atrum wasn't planning on dying here he wouldn't give them the satisfaction. If they came for him again he'd kill and maim as many as he could before they took him again...wait who was...
Atrum's thoughts were interrupted by a snapping sound, no wait a cracking sound. Someone was nearby, The Giant bore his fangs and looked for the source of the noise, Atrum was a member of the War tribe. He would fight regardless of his condition, he would fight. It was all he could do...
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2015 18:37:44 GMT by Atrum Furea
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Jun 18, 2015 4:51:27 GMT
There was nothing like a quiet stroll through a haunted forest. Especially not when that quiet stroll was interrupted by a piercing scream. There were few things as distracting either. Here she was, trying to walk off her hangover from the night before, and now even the ghosts of the past had to go and intrude and make her head cause her to regret ever touching the stupid vodka at the bar.
"Gah. The hell? Can't you frigging ghosts use your inside voices?" she muttered to herself, crimson eyes searching the woods nearby. A second scream a moment later only made things worse, though it also actually piqued her interest. At first she thought it might have been one of the especially weird monsters said to live in the Worth Woodsea, but the second scream was definitely human... though a human who sounded like he was being put through a blender, perhaps.
Roxy jogged through the trees, coming upon a clearing. What she saw gave her pause - a man, an incredibly large man... who looked like he'd just been through a warzone... but there was nothing else around. She certainly hadn't gone unnoticed either, because the redhead most certainly didn't miss the feral look in the giant's eyes. Was he mad? She took a defensive step back while she watched him. "Where the hell did you come from, and what happened?" Her voice wasn't exactly calm, but she didn't sound panicked either. "You look like you got in a fight with a blender and lost."
Atrum Furea((She's pretty much wearing what's in the picture. I decided to skip my usual first post personal description))
Atrum stared at the woman who had shown up his mouth open to gulp in as much air as possible, he didn't recognize her, didn't trust her. Something about her was off, he didn't know what, but something about her put him on edge. The Giant made a growling noise and managed to push himself up so he was at least resting on his knees. He took in more air resting and feeling his magic power return to him. As she spoke Atrum picked up a few interesting tidbits of information, she didn't immediately recognize who he was, which meant that either he wasn't in his Fiore or maybe she simply didn't have the information for whatever reason. That seemed unlikely he was pretty well known last he checked, though people did seem to not recognize him often enough. It was conceivable that she simply didn't know who he was. It was also conceivable that this was a trap, but he didn't care whether or not she was sent here to take him back or kill him.
"I was fighting in...Crocus? Yes, definitely in Crocus. I do not know how I ended up in the Glass Field." He gasped, he was starved, for food and water and air. It was as if his body had simply stopped since the explosion, he had no idea how much time had passed. He was more concerned with tending to his wounds. He gripped at his shirt, wet with sweat and covered in dirt, not a good source of bandages and as it stood was dead weight. He tore it off it was ruined and torn anyways in his way, he tried to push himself to his feet but did not have the strength. Hell he was hungry. "All I remember is the fight. That man and trying to rip out his heart...then and explosion...now I am here...." He growled looking down at his left hand and staring at the heart that had finally stopped beating. "I must have succeeded..." he stated dropping the muscle and turning his eyes to the stranger. "Who are you then?"
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Jun 19, 2015 5:19:59 GMT
Fighting in Crocus? Roxanne suboconciously took a step back again as the man stood up and tore off his shirt. He was as ripped to pieces as the shirt he'd been wearing. Even if he was insane and ready to attack her... there was no way he'd last long enough to actually win. Not before passing out from lack of blood. She eyed him for a moment before moving forward. "Roxanne Lexington," she answered as she summoned her one-handed sword. Fire wrapped itself around the blade as she took out a piece of cloth from her pocket. "Bite this. This is going to hurt like hell."
She practically shoved the cloth into Atrum's mouth before the bigger man had time to respond before placing the flat of the red-hot blade on the biggest and most obvious of the gashes, using the searing heat to seal it shut in moments while keeping her other hand on his shoulder to steady him.
"Don't answer this now. It's rude to talk with your mouth full," she told him as she looked seriously at her work. She likely wouldn't be able to seal all of the cuts, but there were a few that were terrible while the others were probably going to be okay to seal themselves over. "But what the hell do you mean you were fighting in Crocus? The last news I heard about that was when that Shadow Heart guild was destroyed when I was still living with my dumbass parents."
Atrum Furea | ((I made the assumption she could move faster than him, especially with her sword equipped that increases her speed. As another note, I doubt he knows her name since he wouldn't care but it's the name of an old noble family that lives near Magnolia in a big grand manor.))
Post by Bellua Daemon on Jun 19, 2015 15:48:44 GMT
Bellua danced among the trees a mad giggling fit erupting from her stomach as she spun to and fro among the forest. The Devil Slayer of Flame, making her way down through this supposedly haunted forest with the biggest cat's grin on her face. What does a Devil slayer have to fear from ghosts and monsters? Nothing if Bellua's past experience held any water, and she was sure they did, they normally do anyways. She liked this big old forest, so easy to get lost in, being lost was fun. Not knowing where you were, it was sort of like claiming the area with each new discovery, every step opened up something new to her. Oh and how did she love it all, the smell of the woods, the scent of grass, and the trees and the water. Mind you the feces of different animals often soured things up a bit, but ignoring that, it was just brilliant.
It was at this point that Bellua stopped, a great booming roar echoing off of what sounded like an odd mixture of glass and wood. She turned the smile still on her face towards the source of the noise .
"I wonder, is that one of the famed ghosts of the Woodsea? Or maybe it's something more interesting? Wehehe I guess I won't find out unless I go over there will I?" She spoke aloud to herself feeling bored of the silence before losing interest in solving her boredom with talking to herself, she didn't answer often enough for it to be too terribly entertaining anyways. She stretched her arms power walked her way over towards the source of the noise. What would she find? She was more than a bit curious, there were all sorts of rumors about this place. This Worth Woodsea, the small section of the forest that had been turned to glass was one of them, though as far as the Devil slayer knew it wasn't a well known one.
It took a bit of walking and the noise died out into silence soon enough, but Bellua found a clearing where there was more glass than wood, and in that clearing? A woman with striking red hair standing with a flaming sword over a, oh. Oh my was that man rather large. Bellua didn't step into the clearing as she took in the sight, eyes widening in awe. The man was covered in blood, and wounds of all sizes. At his feet was blood, and Bile, and...and... was that a human heart? She looked up towards what the woman was doing, was she torturing him or helping him? She could be cauterizing the wounds, but she could've been the one inflicting the- no wait he'd been given a cloth to bite onto. She was definitely helping. A person more concerned with torture would've just cauterized the wound if he bit off his tongue.
This was just too interesting, she needed to know more about what was going on. What had happened here and why? Bellua stepped forwards stepping onto the glassed forest and made her way towards the couple without announcing her presence. Though she didn't hide it either. She got a respectful distance away just outside of the sowrds reach and leaned over to look at the couple from a different angle.
"What about the battle in crocus?" She asked just catching the woman's last remark. "Is he going to be alright? He has chunks missing." She said the curiosity finding it's way into her voice.
Last Edit: Jun 19, 2015 17:09:28 GMT by Bellua Daemon
"Pleasurmmmph!" Atrum's reply turned into a mildly annoyed, but weak protest as he accepted the cloth into his mouth making sure that his fangs did not cut into Roxanne. Immediately after that he noticed the blade in her hand, the Giant's eyes narrowed in response. Then the flames appear and his brain made the connection, he braced himself for the pain, the pain of being alive. Some part of him might've enjoyed the message to his body if it didn't hurt like hell. He growled annoyed at the pain before getting used to it and opening his eye's to see a newcomer. His instinct wanted to have him stand to his feet grab the blade from Roxanne and bring up to the newcomer's throat before demanding them to tell him who they were. His body however was still to weak, as if he'd been deprived of food for much longer than a few days. Instead all he could do was stop moving for a single nod in the young girls direction, the look on her face made him think he had maybe lucked out and she wasn't here to kill him. He wasn't tired of fighting, but being physically incapable of doing so was a bit of an issue in and of itself.
He made to say something before he realized that not only did he still have the cloth in his mouth, but that Roxanne was still working. He lowered his head, a whining sound not too unlike a saddened canine, as he resigned himself to silence. The Giant counted himself lucky being around two woman who didn't want to kill him was a good day in his book. Something that bugged him was how they refered to the battle against Shadow heart. Almost like it happened a long time ago... but no he hadn't been Trapped long- wait. Wait why did he think Trapped? Surely he was only unconscious right? He had been rendered unconscious by the explosion and based on his condition been out for surely a few hours other wise he would have bled to death... Is that right? He was soo hungry like he hadn't eaten in at least a month, and his thirst two days at the least. He definitely remembered choking on something... His head hurt the more he thought and tried to clear his head, the more he tried to get things straight in his head. It was actually distracting, at least it wouldn't be much longer until This Roxanne finished. At the very least he owed her for keeping him from bleeding out.
Now if only this other young woman would stop staring at him like that.
Last Edit: Jun 19, 2015 17:53:09 GMT by Atrum Furea
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Jun 20, 2015 18:02:23 GMT
It didn't take long; Roxanne sighed as her sword vanished into thin air, only the small magic circle from using the spell giving any indication for where it had gone. She'd ignored the other girl that had appeared; whomever she was wasn't any concern while she was saving a random giant's life. Why was she doing this? She didn't give a crap about him. Not overall anyway. But she supposed she wasn't a monster, either, and she only cared that people die when she wanted them to. "Done," she told him as she turned her eyes to the other girl.
She was cute. She would have probably said something flirty if not for the fact that she was more concerned with A.) the appearance of another person against all odds, and B.) This giant was talking about something that should have happened when she was still basically a kid. "He'll be fine," she gave the girl a flirty wink instead. It was too much to resist a face that cute completely. "I'm no doctor but I don't think they were required to live."
She turned her eyes to the big man. "Now then, Pleasurmmph," she mocked, "I'm curious. A lot more curious than I was when I got here. A fight like you were in would be pretty major, and Crocus hasn't seen any kind of notice or action in almost four years... Not since that damned prince Shadowface guy was there. So what the hell kind of blender did you walk through before coming here?"
Post by Bellua Daemon on Jun 20, 2015 19:14:36 GMT
The Woman with striking red hair finished her work This was a real interesting day, a giant and a red head in the haunted forest. If they were ghosts this might've been a real mystery that would've been interesting. Not that people weren't interesting, still there was more important things going on here. Like that self esteem boosting wink the red head just gave her. No wait she needed to focus on what was being said, and not on flirting. This man was talking about fighting in Crocus? He must be mistaken nothing big enough to cause these wounds had happened in years right? The Red Head said so herself it was unlikely that both She and Bellua were wrong on the subject. She got a lot more curious than normal did something big happen in Crocus? Was he mad? Or the most exciting He wasn't lying and something happened and only he experienced it.
She knelt down and took in his features, and felt herself feeling a bit uncomfortable, it was like inspecting a predator. He was so large and did he have fangs? It was kinda hard to tell with that cloth in his mouth but those were definitely not human teeth. Her eyes drifted down to his chest and she blinked as she stared at where his heart was. His body was caked in blood so it was easy to miss if you weren't looking for something like she was but that was definitely a guild mark over his heart. She was tempted to wipe the blood off, but that would be overstepping her bounds, instead she chose to stare a hole into his chest until it clicked. Oh did it clicked, she realized why it bothered her so much, he was a member of Fairy Tail. She smirked, she didn't realized that Fairy Tail had giant on their roster, that was an interesting piece of information.
"You got into a fight Mr. Giant?" Bellua began resisting the urge to say it in singsong "I'd like to hear about it to, if you don't mind." She clapped finishing up her sentence with a bit of a flair in her opinion. She was so glad she came out here today, if this goes the way she thought it was things could get really shocking real fast. She hoped he had some sort of shocking revelation to give them.
Atrum took the cloth out of his mouth and eyed it, she probably didn't want that back. He pocketed it, glad that at least his pants made it through better than his shirt at least. While he didn't see any issue with not wearing anything most others did, no point in rocking the boat. Besides he owed Roxanne a debt, she kept him from bleeding out, she didn't even need to do that. He looked at the other girl who had been giving him an uncomfortably intense stare down not too long ago, and was now acting like she didn't just get done glaring at his body like she was inspecting cattle or something. Still she seemed nice enough if a bit odd, He nodded at her added request for an explanation an alarm bell going off in his head.
"Of course I will answer just, give me a second to clear my head..." He said pushing himself to his feet and leaning against a tree that wasn't glassed. He went over everything in his head again and linked. Four years ago? The Prince ShadowFace guy? no that, wasn't possible. he was still light headed... maybe he was just imagining things. "My name is Atrum Furea of the Furan War Tribe, I was fighting in Crocus as a representative of Fairy Tail against shadow heart, I fought with the Shadow Lord I wanted his head, but I suppose I must settled for his heart." Atrum started staring at the dead organ on the ground, he didn't know how the fight actually ended, though judging from the heart on the ground and they way she referred to the Shadow Lord in such an amusing manner he assumed that he was no longer a Threat. "As I went to rip his heart out of his chest, there was an explosion, a violent one, then... I remember being trapped somewhere...I think the enemy had me, If felt both like forever and no time at all." He growled as his stomach grumbled at him physically resisting the urge to punch his stomach in response. "I do not recall where most of these wounds came from, either the fight itself or the explosion, or even that period after... what I do know is that I owe you my life Roxanne. Though first I think I need to grab something to eat, and water I might be dying of thirst." He said before smirking and laughing aloud.
"That would be a pretty pathetic way to die, lack of food or water. I would rather I died fighting...Huh. Actually how did that fight end? Wait, no wait, you said four years... Did I mishear you? It can not be that long. The Explosion..." Atrum trailed off as his mind went into a whirl, there was a moment where he could've sworn that the explosion just ended. But he also remember something else something that definitely happened it was too real not to have been... The alarm bells in his head now settled an emotion that he did not recognize properly within him...is...is this what Fear felt like? He looked at himself over, feeling his face, no detectable change no signs of aging. He was definitely the same age as the fight, but four years had passed? "What in the Blazing Hells happened? How is my Guild? Is that Bastard dead? Blazing Hells, this can not be happening!" Atrum panicked barring his fangs the smile that had brightened his face replaced with an honest to god scowl.
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Jun 21, 2015 16:17:40 GMT
Atrum introduced himself, explaining everything as he understood it while also managing to sound like a complete lunatic. She was used to dangerous people... but this guy... "Shirotsume's not far off," Roxanne jabbed in the general direction with her thumb. Unlike a certain sexy devil slayer in their midst, Roxanne had an impeccable sense of direction, and knew exactly which way to walk. "If you can calm down long enough to walk I'll explain what I can on the way so you don't die of hunger and thirst after all that trouble I put forth."
That would suck. The big guy just dying right after she'd went and pretended she how to play doctor. She'd done a pretty good job, in her opinion. She probably shouldn't mention she'd never tried that before; she'd only seen it on the lacrima tv as a kid.
"For years ago the guilds banded together and fought the former prince guy that called himself the Shadow Lord because they didn't like what he was doing with the country. Back then I was fourteen and a lot more sheltered than I might seem now, so I wasn't really aware of it." Roxanne crossed her arms as she led the way. "They won, something about a big magical explosion where a bunch of people vanished... and now here you are, claiming to be one of the vanished people, from what I can tell. Now there's more guilds, no magic council, and a bunch of other crap changing so people can feel less oppressed. Don't get your hopes up too much, though. The Templars are around to replace them."
It wasn't the best explanation, but really, she hadn't kept up with it as the spoiled daughter of former nobility. She was too busy being a rebel and looking at the things that affected her life. So really, not to different from now, though she would probablyS never admit to that. Roxanne glanced at the blond, giving off what might have been her first actual grin. "So what about you, cutie, what brings you to the Glass Fields of the Worth Woodsea?" She brushed some hair from her face. "Surely you didn't just glimpse my beauty and come running after me in the woods," she chuckled. The Glass Fields, as far as she knew, had been made by some strange monster within the last ten years. No one around today could tell anyone anything differently.
Post by Bellua Daemon on Jun 21, 2015 18:22:51 GMT
Jackpot! And here she was starting to think that maybe she'd just run into a nutter, but nope she had found something far more interesting. She had been planning on exploring a bit longer but this was more fun, the sheer impossibility of what just happened was just so exciting. So if she got this straight This Giant, Atrum was from the past? He had fought against the Shadow Lord and disappeared in an explosion, did several people disappear in that event? She was pretty sure it was assumed that those who disappeared were incinerated. She wasn't really around at the time but she could have sworn she heard something about it. She might not had been interested at the time, didn't pay attention. Ahh that was dumb of her she knew she should've pay more attention to the information gathering lessons back in arbeless.
"I knew I should've brought something along with me today, never know when you're going to be stuck without food." She said putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot. Having Atrum dying on her, err them would be bad. She reached for her backpack to discover that she had also left it behind, 'it's more fun that way' was the thought that crossed her mind and she resisted the urge to laugh at herself. She really did enjoy doing as she pleased, though maybe she should think about being a bit more prepared from time to time. Not that she intended on making a habit of it. Oh The Red head, no wait Atrum referred to her as Roxanne, was talking to her. "Well To the Glass Fields specifically? Well just our new giant friend's roaring, but I like coming to the Woodsea to get lost from time to time." She replied casually trying her best to keep her attention at the matter at hand and not on flirting with Roxanne, what could she say? She loved having fun more than anything else, and boy was she distracting. Brushing her hair out of her face made her appearance far more adorable than Bellua was ready to admit.
"If I had known you were going to be in this place, I probably would come straight here." She said with no hint of embarrassment, her smile grew larger. "If I knew that today would be filled with Beautiful Red heads and War tribe Giants, no force on Earthland would have kept me out of this forest. Today is the best day I had in a long time, our new friend on the verge of death notwithstanding." She said letting a giggle pass from her lips. She looked at the Giant and gave him a pleasant. "So how about we get you someplace to rest?" [/font]
Last Edit: Jun 21, 2015 18:23:39 GMT by Bellua Daemon
Atrum blinked as he realized he was going on a tangent, calmed down he was wasting precious energy freaking out the way he way. instead he simply bowed his head, he was entrusting himself to the care of these young women. The giant only really had one thing he cared about and the thought that he ultimately failed in protecting his family was too terrible to bear. Still he had to regardless of his emotional state, he would keep calm until he got the full story. Who were the people that disappeared? Or at the very least was the Shadow lord among them? What happened in those four years he had missed? Did his guild survive? He had so many questions, but he had to wait. He blinked as h noticed the atmosphere change and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, there was a time and a place for their kind of fun and it was neither here nor now. Well it wasn't so bad, at least he wasn't bleeding out anymore, or at least if he was it was incredibly slow. He might reopen some of his wounds if he overexerted himself, better take things slow. Wouldn't do him any good to make things worse, he wasn't ready to die just yet anyways.
"Then I shall follow your lead." He started, rising from his bow looking at the young woman and Roxanne. Maybe he should just go on ahead they seemed like they were busy... Though they did offer to help him, they'd tell him to bat it if they wanted him gone... well unless they just ditched him... Huh. "I am ready whenever you are, please lead the way." He requested purposefully slowing his breathing down, trying to maintain his breath was harder than he hoped, his wounds and situation distressed him more than he thought. He reached for his hat and blinked as he realized it wasn't there, there was a brief moment where he felt nothing but rage before he remembered he left the article in the guild. He could keep his calm until he returned home... The real question was where was his Kanabo? Did it break in the fight? Nearly invincible was not completely invincible, he might be dust right about now, still he would feel better with the reassuring weight of his normal load out. "I am glad that today is going well for someone at least." he said finding a bit of solace in the fact that at least this strange young woman who had yet to give her name was having fun.
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Jun 22, 2015 0:01:29 GMT
"Anyone who's day is brightened around redheads is alright in my book. We should get better acquainted sometime," Roxy chuckled, stuffing her hands in her jacket pockets as she moved ahead of the rest of the group. She'd wandered these woods more than once in the last couple of years - hunting for monsters to practice her art against, actually. She was pretty sure she knew it better than them, or at least was in the best health to act on the knowledge she had.
"At any rate," she turned her attention back to Atrum. There would be plenty of time to flirt with the blond later. Right now she did have more to explain, based on his line of semi-panicked questioning. "I can answer more specific details over lunch," Roxy decided. "But to keep it simple, your Fairy Tail guild is still standing. Hell, it's one of the two biggest guilds in the country these days. The other guilds seem to be practically gunning for them in order to prove themselves. I don't understand it much, myself, but I guess you have a reputation and the livelihood to draw attention to it when someone's trying to think on how to prove they have muscles. That clear up your worries any?"
Post by Bellua Daemon on Jun 22, 2015 18:40:35 GMT
"Oh even I know that one, Sabertooth has been gunning for Fairy Tail since it showed up, not that I care about the guilds rivalry, they didn't even explain why they cared to me when I signed up. Oh well at least they're pretty fun to hang around, well except for that Bobohiko guy. He's kind of annoying." She mentioned off hand waving her hand back and forth, oh, oh yeah she totally forgot to introduce herself. Well she probably should do something about that, it's a bit rude to know both of their names and not have them know hers. "Ah, my name is Bellua by the way, I come from Arbaless nice to meet you both~" She sang near the end of her sentence following behind Roxanne as she lead their merry troop through the Woodsea. "Hmm, actually now that I think about it if people like you are common in fairy tail, tough, polite, and just the sweet dash of Crazy I suppose I could see why Sabertooth might be jealous." She giggled as she thought about it, spinning about to get a good view of the area. Habit was habit, it looked like she was being overly whimsical but a mixture of boredom and habit tended to override the average human desire to not look silly.
"Hey, Atrum what's the war tribe? Never heard of it before being from Arbaless, I don't know much about Fiore, wait are you from Fiore? I haven't seen a single other person that even remotely looks like you since I got here. Wait don't tell me Foreigners are reaally common here aren't they? Well Fiore is pretty peaceful I can see why people would bail worse places to come here, despite the occasional power struggle." She rambled, ah, she must've lost focus curiosity always got the better of her, well at least Atrum seemed polite, probably wouldn't chastise her for it. Not that'd she mind a bit of verbal back and forth, Talking to Roxanne was fun, but Atrum was too straightforward for her taste, she prefer it if he'd banter more often. well honestly she'd prefer a bit more excitement in general. Oh don't get it wrong, she was totally into the entire situation, Possible time travel? Awesome just awesome, but still all they were doing was talking and the only one who even raised his voice was the one who was so large that raising his voice was essentially the same thing as roaring angrily. Huh maybe he was just part animal, there were beastmen in Fiore, but then was he a bear man? A Wolf man? Or maybe something more amazing like how slayers were part dragon, wait, wait, this seemed a bit insensitive. Oh running circles in her head again at least she wasn't running her mouth again.
"...Yes Well I am a bit confused as to exactly what happened but as you said,'details over lunch.' again I am in your debt." Atrum said thanking Roxanne again. He then turned his attention to the other young woman who chose to start talking as well. "Sabertooth? Well I suppose the founders of most guilds have a weird naming sense." He replied causally giving Bellua a bow when she properly introduced herself. Rather strange timing on that, she must've simple realized it when he did. "Nice to meet you Bellua," He started not sure if he wanted to retell the history of his people. His people were impressive, but they were small in number now. He had heard hopeful rumors before he had gone off to battle but he wasn't holding his breath. "Err. yes, I am a foreigner, My people lived in the frozen wastes until about eight or so years back, that's pretty much the gist of it." he shrugged, before deciding to clarify a bit. "It is not really an interesting story if you ask me, I am not adverse to talking about it later if you really want to hear it." He stated before falling silent, he'd probably feel a whole lot better after he ate. The giant paused for a single moment and looked behind him where he was kneeling. H narrowed his eyes and then quickly caught back up to his 'rescuers' trying very hard to forget that the heart he had with him was no longer anywhere to be seen.
He was really, really hungry, he felt like his body was eating at itself to keep going. Did he expend that much magic power? Couldn't have, his sheer endurance was one of his best qualities. He should have something left right? That's technically not how endurance works but still. He didn't have the energy to complain, he barely had enough to keep walking. For now he'd focus on putting on foot in front of the other until he could get a meal in him after that he;d sort everything else out. His mind drifted off towards food again as he walked, pork was delicious right now what he really wanted was a large pork roast, cooked n it's own juices, with potatoes, and onions, and carrots, and focus Atrum! Get a hold on yourself before you bite something or get in a fight. You're too weak right now to risk a battle, also fantasizing about food does not make hunger easier to bear. it does the opposite, which can only serve to torment you and make you angry. By the gods he was hungry...
Last Edit: Jun 25, 2015 19:56:38 GMT by Atrum Furea
