10-29-2016, 09:33 PM
The wind had begun to pick up.
The howling snow and cold that would soon follow it was of little concern to Rasteva, though the Ravens that accompanied the Daemon felt differently on the matter altogether. The birds had perched themselves comfortably on the great curling horns adorning Rasteva’s head, clustering together to keep warm as they all prepared to ride out the incoming blizzard. Rasteva rumbled softly and considered shooing the birds away, the Daemon wasn't very keen on the idea of keeping pets much less seven of them even as small as they were. Long ago in a different reality, it would have been a non-issue and the Daemon simply would not have cared. There was a time when great flocks of the carrion birds would follow them, some even nesting in the Rasteva’s body. Speaking of which, Rasteva was positive that one of the Ravens had already begun building a nest somewhere at the back of their neck. The Daemon let out another rumble, signaling their irritation. The Ravens cawed softly in reply.Resigning themselves to a journey with only a group of birds for company, the Daemon continued to march forward.
One of the Ravens let out a sharp cry and took flight, its kin quickly following suit. Rasteva halted their march and scanned the horizon with renewed interest. Had the birds seen something they had yet to notice? The armored figure prepared themselves for a coming danger, the call of the Ravens piercing the cold air shrilly. A shout came suddenly from behind the Daemon, and they turned slowly to observe the sudden stranger’s approach.
As the beheld the other being Rasteva was filled with the certainty that if they had eyes, both of them would be bleeding right now.
The stranger was dressed head to toe in bright green with occasional splashes of pastels seen here and there. The Daemon had never worn clothes a day in their life and yet somehow intrinsically knew that what the man in front of him was wearing HAD to be against the law in some places. Rasteva briefly pondered how someone dressed so garishly could approach them without notice in the first place as the man stood out among the whites and greys of the plains like a flower sprouting from between stones.
A talkative flower.
In their silent judgement of the man's state of dress, had scarcely noticed that he'd begun speaking to them. Not wanting to be seen as rude, the Daemon quickly got a handle on their shock and shrugged both of the corpses slung over their shoulders and onto the ground with a heavy thump. Kneeling slowly so as to close their gap in height while they spoke, Rasteva inspected the man a little closer. To all appearances, he looked Human, and for all the Daemon knew he was. Though his skin seemed to be tinted an odd shade of green which wasn’t exactly common among Humans.
Then again the Daemon could never recall Humans making any kind of sense.
The man held out a hand in greeting, introducing himself as Valerie. Rasteva regarded the limb quietly before lifting a large clawed gauntlet to VERY gently clasp the man’s offered hand, their own metal fingers enveloping it completely. The last thing Rasteva desired was to break someone’s hand mere moments after being introduced and knew that it would certainly be more than a little embarrassing. Giving the man's arm the barest of shakes so as not to injure him, Rasteva dipped their helm in greeting. The Ravens stopped their nervous circling once it became obvious that there was no danger and flutterd down towards the Daemon. Alighting on the armored figure’s horns, they regarded the newcomer with beady black eyes and chattered among themselves as if speaking of him. The Daemon released Valerie’s hand before lifting their own and tapping at their metal chest with a claw. “I am called Rasteva. Well met fellow traveller” The Daemon’s darkened visor sparked to life suddenly, a ball of light blooming to life and swirling like a small galaxy in the void of space. “You will have to excuse my travelling companions, like myself they were taken by surprise. We have not met another being in these frozen wastes for a great while.” Rasteva’s single eye drifted upwards as if to regard the birds perched on their metal horns before drifting back to stare directly at Valerie. “I am not from here, and truth be told I was starting to wonder if anyone at called this place their home. The one that brought me hair claimed as such, but I am not sure how much of what he says can be called truth” Rasteva’s rumbling voice echoed calmly over the man, seeming to come from both the armor they called a body and all around them at once. The Daemon's single burning eye took silent note of the man's apparent discomfort, no doubt the cold was treating him poorly “But I can see that you did not brave an oncoming storm to simply chat with a walking heap of scrap like I. Come, if you wish to travel with me I will certainly not deny your company. Though I must confess the way may not be safe for you.”
Rasteva reached over to grab hold of the animal corpses they’d previously dropped and slung them back over their plated shoulders. The Ravens squawked loudly in indignation, the Daemon's movements jostling them on their perch. Rasteva paid the birds no mind, gaze turning back to Valerie and beckoning them to follow.
“I have no fear of the storm, but even one such as I can tell that standing out here in the cold will do you no good. Come along, we will see about finding you proper shelter. Once you have been made comfortable, we may speak at length."
The Daemon was quite pleased, to say the least. Another soul to converse with was always a welcome thing to them. More so now than ever in this frozen wasteland. Rasteva hoped that the man knew something about the lands they were traveling, but given that he claimed to be lost it was doubtful. All the same, another person would pass the time as they traveled onwards and Rasteva was eager to hear what the man had to say regardless. But of course he would be of no help to the Daemon if he was allowed to freeze to death.
And while the Ravens loved to talk, not a word of what they said made any sense.
The howling snow and cold that would soon follow it was of little concern to Rasteva, though the Ravens that accompanied the Daemon felt differently on the matter altogether. The birds had perched themselves comfortably on the great curling horns adorning Rasteva’s head, clustering together to keep warm as they all prepared to ride out the incoming blizzard. Rasteva rumbled softly and considered shooing the birds away, the Daemon wasn't very keen on the idea of keeping pets much less seven of them even as small as they were. Long ago in a different reality, it would have been a non-issue and the Daemon simply would not have cared. There was a time when great flocks of the carrion birds would follow them, some even nesting in the Rasteva’s body. Speaking of which, Rasteva was positive that one of the Ravens had already begun building a nest somewhere at the back of their neck. The Daemon let out another rumble, signaling their irritation. The Ravens cawed softly in reply.Resigning themselves to a journey with only a group of birds for company, the Daemon continued to march forward.
One of the Ravens let out a sharp cry and took flight, its kin quickly following suit. Rasteva halted their march and scanned the horizon with renewed interest. Had the birds seen something they had yet to notice? The armored figure prepared themselves for a coming danger, the call of the Ravens piercing the cold air shrilly. A shout came suddenly from behind the Daemon, and they turned slowly to observe the sudden stranger’s approach.
As the beheld the other being Rasteva was filled with the certainty that if they had eyes, both of them would be bleeding right now.
The stranger was dressed head to toe in bright green with occasional splashes of pastels seen here and there. The Daemon had never worn clothes a day in their life and yet somehow intrinsically knew that what the man in front of him was wearing HAD to be against the law in some places. Rasteva briefly pondered how someone dressed so garishly could approach them without notice in the first place as the man stood out among the whites and greys of the plains like a flower sprouting from between stones.
A talkative flower.
In their silent judgement of the man's state of dress, had scarcely noticed that he'd begun speaking to them. Not wanting to be seen as rude, the Daemon quickly got a handle on their shock and shrugged both of the corpses slung over their shoulders and onto the ground with a heavy thump. Kneeling slowly so as to close their gap in height while they spoke, Rasteva inspected the man a little closer. To all appearances, he looked Human, and for all the Daemon knew he was. Though his skin seemed to be tinted an odd shade of green which wasn’t exactly common among Humans.
Then again the Daemon could never recall Humans making any kind of sense.
The man held out a hand in greeting, introducing himself as Valerie. Rasteva regarded the limb quietly before lifting a large clawed gauntlet to VERY gently clasp the man’s offered hand, their own metal fingers enveloping it completely. The last thing Rasteva desired was to break someone’s hand mere moments after being introduced and knew that it would certainly be more than a little embarrassing. Giving the man's arm the barest of shakes so as not to injure him, Rasteva dipped their helm in greeting. The Ravens stopped their nervous circling once it became obvious that there was no danger and flutterd down towards the Daemon. Alighting on the armored figure’s horns, they regarded the newcomer with beady black eyes and chattered among themselves as if speaking of him. The Daemon released Valerie’s hand before lifting their own and tapping at their metal chest with a claw. “I am called Rasteva. Well met fellow traveller” The Daemon’s darkened visor sparked to life suddenly, a ball of light blooming to life and swirling like a small galaxy in the void of space. “You will have to excuse my travelling companions, like myself they were taken by surprise. We have not met another being in these frozen wastes for a great while.” Rasteva’s single eye drifted upwards as if to regard the birds perched on their metal horns before drifting back to stare directly at Valerie. “I am not from here, and truth be told I was starting to wonder if anyone at called this place their home. The one that brought me hair claimed as such, but I am not sure how much of what he says can be called truth” Rasteva’s rumbling voice echoed calmly over the man, seeming to come from both the armor they called a body and all around them at once. The Daemon's single burning eye took silent note of the man's apparent discomfort, no doubt the cold was treating him poorly “But I can see that you did not brave an oncoming storm to simply chat with a walking heap of scrap like I. Come, if you wish to travel with me I will certainly not deny your company. Though I must confess the way may not be safe for you.”
Rasteva reached over to grab hold of the animal corpses they’d previously dropped and slung them back over their plated shoulders. The Ravens squawked loudly in indignation, the Daemon's movements jostling them on their perch. Rasteva paid the birds no mind, gaze turning back to Valerie and beckoning them to follow.
“I have no fear of the storm, but even one such as I can tell that standing out here in the cold will do you no good. Come along, we will see about finding you proper shelter. Once you have been made comfortable, we may speak at length."
The Daemon was quite pleased, to say the least. Another soul to converse with was always a welcome thing to them. More so now than ever in this frozen wasteland. Rasteva hoped that the man knew something about the lands they were traveling, but given that he claimed to be lost it was doubtful. All the same, another person would pass the time as they traveled onwards and Rasteva was eager to hear what the man had to say regardless. But of course he would be of no help to the Daemon if he was allowed to freeze to death.
And while the Ravens loved to talk, not a word of what they said made any sense.
Everybody makes mistakes. Mine was bothering to get out of bed this morning.