Fate - First Reply Belittle Me, And You Will See Agony Sewn.

[He Who Chews The Flowers]

Eastern Entrance of the Falwood - Half Moon

Flowers wasn’t sure what the creature was. And he thought for sure he’d seen someone else in these woods. Someone running from the beast. He felt empathy for the creature, then.

It was something with greying skin. It had limbs like he did but was more engorged. One may even call it a troll, and its presence in the Falwood was curious. As was the presence of Flowers.

Drawn here in his travels he had met slight road bumps, but this one was much larger. Taller than even he. And it seemed to be hunting or threatening a creature of small stature. He found that distasteful, and quite frankly while he understood the hurt from someone fleeing you, it was no excuse to do harm to them.

“Leeeetttt gggoooo yyyooouuurrr ssssearrrccchhh.”

He pleaded with the troll. Forget the one he chased and move on. It wasn’t worth the energy. But the troll seemed to disagree. It’s wordless grunts were followed by a tossing of a large rock into Flowers head. The bone in his skull cracking loudly as the Wendigo fell backwards and knelt from the impact, despite not knowing the pain was there.

Flowers emitted a terrible roar. One of rage and hate that may seem impossible a feat to those who knew him and his mannerisms. The blow was massive, but he was undeterred.

He had tried words.

Now he was furious.

 

[Tharraleos]

Throughout the foliage wandered another creature. Humanoid only in stature, this individual boasted an amalgamation of feline and raptorial attributes. The nares on his curved yellow beak soaked in the crisp air. Keen golden irises scanned his surroundings while an array of other senses stayed on high alert.

It was a relatively uneventful day for the Allasson Griffin designated as Tharraleos. Wandering aimlessly without much of a destination in mind. Existence was so chaotic and fluctuating he often felt like he had no control over most events in his much extensive lifespan. Given his rather exotic exterior, trouble more often than not found him. Some with knowledge of his kind would even fruitlessly attempt to retrieve the mystical nature of his hide. There rarely seemed to be a dull moment.

Today was no different for the Knight of Vanity. Just as boredom began to creep in, something hellish rang through his feathered ears. Something visceral and beastly. The sheer ferocity of such was enough to make the hairs on the back of Tharr's neck to stand upright. It was eerily close too; less than a mile from what the heraldic hybrid could discern

A rational being would likely turn tail and avoid whatever that was. Tharraleos was no such being, however, and his curiosities would send him towards the guttural scream. Not long after, what he encounter nearly made his maw drop to the floor. 2 massive behemoths that dwarfed even him appeared to be in a confrontation. For once he felt tiny and this was an unnerving sensation. The confidence in his might prevented fear from taking over, but beads of sweat did trickle down his plumaged head.

Without any context on what happened previously, Tharr had no words. Not that he thought either of these creatures were capable of verbal communication. Then again, others had similar assumptions about himself. Either way, the Griff hunkered down somewhat, narrowing his eyes and exchanging glances between the 2 towering forms before him. He certainly got himself in it today.

 

[He Who Chews The Flowers]

The presence of the griffin had not entered Flowers' radar quite yet. The only thing that his mind was encompassed by was the strange grey creature that had grown hostile with him for no reason at all. It was a shame that so many on Arethil were plagued by a senseless hatred. It seemed as the days went on, more and more people were afflicted by that same disease.

It wasn't pretty to witness. People were violent, interruptive, and leaning ever towards a future of self-implosion. Flowers knew, too, that he was capable of the same hatred that was portrayed by the many he'd met in his travels. It hurt him physically to feel it. It was beside his character to feel such a way, but he did not exist in some elevated state above the rest. He was just mortal, after all.

So, when the mighty deer-headed beast rose from the impact of the rock, it thanked the moon for its current shape. It bound towards the troll with the intention of destruction. Flowers moved seamlessly in the evening's lunar light and before he knew it, his massive taloned hand was wrapped around the throat of the troll. With a ferocious heave, it lifted the grey creature into the sky, and slammed it straight back to the soil at their fight.

The Falwood shuddered from the blow.

Tharraleos​

 

[Tharraleos]

Tharraleos continued to intently observe the titans from a safe distance. It appeared they were more focused on each other and the opportunity to flee was presenting itself. He contemplated it momentarily, but something in his gut beckoned him to hold his ground. A proud warrior such as himself would never retreat from danger. Especially since he put himself in this circumstance.

The heraldic hybrid barely had any time to blink before the smaller of the two darted forth and pummeled the gray skinned behemoth into the ground. It shook Tharr to the core and he found himself airborne for a moment from the impact. It seemed all the trees within close proximity shuddered as well. Even with such a showcase of ferocity, the Griffin was only impressed and even more intrigued without so much of a hint of fear. He wouldn't let his hubris consume him completely, however, and would still proceed with caution.

Reaching over his shoulder, his right paw would grip a glowing purple construct of energy that was hanging unsupported along his back like a magnet. Bringing it forth, this object was shaped like a Longbow that was nearly as tall as he was. Gripping the middle tightly, he'd pull the drawstring back where an arrow of identical makeup would materialize and be ready to launch at any moment. He'd hold it firm, narrowing his golden stare at the giants. He had a feeling he would have to take on whoever prevailed and the thrill of potential battle coursed through his entire being. What a pleasant delight this day has brought.

He Who Chews The Flowers

 

[He Who Chews The Flowers]

The fury never felt right. There was part of it that felt so good. The strength He carried was an empowering force, one that had kept him alive for centuries.

But He still hated it. The rattle through his fists and increase in his heart’s beat always made him anxious. Violence brought him no joy. He just knew when it was necessary. At least he thought it was.

He’d not noticed the creature drawing its mystical bow to point at the victor of this scuffle. Flowers didn’t believe in victors when it came to battle. Just survivors.

The troll beneath his grip reared it’s fist back best it could and planted it square across the already cracked skull bore by the wendigo. A large shard of bone flew from it as Flowers was shoved to the side from the impact. The troll rising back to his feet delivered another devastating blow with a kick to the prone creature’s ribs. An audible snap, but the beast showed no indication of hindrance or agony.

Flowers hand caught the receding foot of the troll. In a clear tone, the wendigo mused.

“Yooooouuuuuu havvvveeee nooooooooo ideaaaaaa whattttttt youuuu faaaaaaceee.”

With another immense roar, Flowers tossed the troll forward from its standing position and face first into a tree near Tharraleos. The gravity and the strength seemed impossible, but Flowers had done it. And now he rose from the dirt with brutal intention.

This thing would die here. He would it eat it when it was dead.

Tharraleos