The black furred Ungrith'tar stood in the blowing snow, watching the blizzard swirling around himself. Protected by his thick fur, the male wasn't fazed by the howling winds and freezing temperatures. The snow was slowly building in his fur turning it slowly from black to a speckled black grey. Turning away from the open expanse of tundra the male walked through the snow back to the small cabin he had bought.
Opening the door he walked in and closed the door behind him. A crackling fire turned the room in to a warm, hearty place despite the raging blizzard outside. Sitting down upon a wooden bench (he was unsure if the couch would hold his weight) and watched the fire crackle, a black pot hanging above it with beef stew boiling with in ready to be eaten though Ba'alzamon wasn't hungry yet. The adrenaline was already pumping through his veins, urging him forwards. He was fighting the urge to run out in to the blizzard to begin the hunt, however he knew that would be certain death.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 11, 2013 19:46:12 GMT -5
Stilia was curled up on the couch, barely noticeable under a very large blanket. She was in her true form, her serpent-like tail all wrapped up beneath her and her snake hair trying their best to hide under the blankets. A few of the shorter strands of- well, snake- couldn’t reach and instead buried themselves under the bodies of their peers, hissing complaints into her ear. “Shut up or I’ll turn you into lifeless hair.” Stilia warned them, and they at least lessened their amount of complaints. They didn’t really like being normal hair.
The door opened and closed, letting in a large bull creature, the Minotaur. Albeit she called him a Minotaur in her head, she had learned better and when speaking only ever called it an Ungrith’tar. Anyhow, the Minotaur was her friend, Ba’alzamon, and the two had gone hunting together yet again. This was a fairly common occurrence, as the two had hunted creatures such as Sphinxes and the World Serpent together. She shivered slightly under the blanket, glad for the fire, the smell of stew causing her stomach to groan in its lust for food.She sneezed, and pulled the blanket over her head, making her hair happy. “I hate the cold,” She grumbled. “So, how is it out there?”
Ba'alzamon looked at his pitiful looking companion. She as a giant pile of blankets on the couch, only her head sticking out of the blankets. He stood up and walked to the fire and placed three more logs on the fire. Using his fire ability he burst them in to flame as well as warmed the cabin's air even more. He reached to the black pot and bean ladling her out a large bowl of the stew. He couldn't understand her dislike of the cold, as it didn't effect him like her yet he didn't blame her. The poor naked beings like herself who didn't have their own coat of fur made him pity them. They where so exposed to the elements about them and subject to the fury of nature.
Turning he brought the bowl of stew to his friend and placed it in her surely waiting hands. Hot and delicious he hopes that helped her. He shook his head at her question, deep voice chuckling laughter. "No Stilia, it is worse then before, however that means it will blow itself out soon. Also the fresh snow and colder temperature should draw our prey out and make them easier to track." He sat back on his haunches, squatted before her now. Holding his hands out two small spheres of fire formed in his hands, each the size of golf balls and he held them close to her hair seeing their agitation and attempted to warm them as well.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 16, 2013 22:30:36 GMT -5
Thankfully, Ba’alzamon added three more logs to the fire, the crackling flames boosting slightly as they hungrily licked at the wood, growing slightly in size. The cabin climbed a degree or two, and every degree made a difference. Snakes liked the heat, hated the cold. It was a trait the gorgon seemed to share with her cousins (and her hair). She couldn’t believe she had been talked into this cold adventure. But, then again, back when it had been proposed and she was in a warm setting, her curiosity thought it would be a good idea to go into the middle of a snowstorm as cold and frightening as a Medusan’s glare.
The minotaur held her a bowl of the stew, and her hands snaked their way out of the blankets to hold it. It was too hot to drink, so she cradled the warm bowl, beautiful heat to her palms. He laughed at her question, and notified her it was worse. She could even hear the whistling wind as the storm battered the walls of the cabin. Still, optimistically he pointed out the advantages. She frowned. “It’s still as cold as Niflheim.” She grumbled, referring to one of the nine worlds in Norse mytholodgy. “Maybe I’ll wander around as a polar bear when we go out there- only suitable for such terribly cold weather.”
Trying to provide her some aid, the large creature squatted before her, summoning fire to his palms and holding it close to her hair. Despite the warmth, the snakes hissed at the fire balls. “I think that’s kind of freaking them out,” She commented, blowing cool air onto her steaming stew.
Ba'alzamon closed his hands smothering the flames and stood up nodding. He wasn't perturbed by her fickle hair, he was in fact fairly use to it. Her idea was a very good thought though. At least she would remain warm that way. He glanced around the cabin and shrugged. "If you wish, you would stay warm. However you would have to get outside first, and being so large would make you a instant target and would surely attract the akhult to yourself. A dangerous situation."
The Ungrith'tar walked to a small window and looked outside at the snow falling. It was slightly softer then before, more of a powder texture. What most people would call 'fluffy" or even romantic. Not a subject the huge male was use to, for he had never meet a female interested in a nine foot tall Ungrith'tar, and he had never once known a female of his own kind. So romance was something he knew nothing about.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 21, 2013 14:52:01 GMT -5
Stilia raised an eyebrow when he commented about ankhults. She sighed and laughed softly. “It was a joke Ba’alzamon. And if I did, at least it would bring out the ankhult. Plus, if they only targeted large creatures, then it wouldn’t be global warming knocking the polar bear out. Anyways, if I had decided to do that I would have done so later, when we went out. You will be just as large and threatening to them as apolar bear- perhaps even a target simply because they have never seen the likes of you.”
Gingerly she lifted the bowl to her lips and drank a little bit of the broth. It was warm, wetting her throat while it trickled down like liquid fire. It helped warm her insides, and wasn’t too bad to the taste either. “It’s good, thank you.”
She watched as the Ungrith’tar looked out the window, and wondered what was on his mind. The only thoughts through her head were wishes to get this over with. Perhaps she would venture to Africa once it was over, she heard that sphinxes were still rampant, and the sun and hot desert would be a blessing compared to this artic wasteland. Unlike the Minotaur, romance never occurred to her. She had once been petrified of being alone, of being kicked out of her own nest. But when she was kidnapped and taken away, she indulged in her wanderlust, exploring the world before returning to her nest. If she ever did- she was slightly afraid to face them after these years of absence. Finding a mate was never ever a thought on her mind, not that she was against it. There just weren’t any men that suited her fancy.
Last Edit: Jul 21, 2013 14:52:28 GMT -5 by Stilia Medusa
Ba'alzamon growled while looking out the window. He raised the temperature of room several more degrees before looking at the gorgoness and smiling a wicked smile that was not extremely pleasant. "My dearest Stilia, what makes you think I had absolutely any other intention of being something other then the bait? Somebody will need to lure out the beasts after all and I would never dream of putting you at such risk. Your welcome as well..."
He motioned at the soup in her hands and moved towards the door. He opened it and stepped out quickly and shut the door quickly to keep the warm air inside. He stood on the snow looking out across the ice, looking around intently. He was extremely anxious to start the fight but he knew Stilia needed her rest. She had traveled far to come to his request for help. Where as he had been here for a while already and had rested and eaten plenty while running and working out in the snow for several days to acclimate and adjust so when the battle came he was fully prepared and ready.
Ba'alzamon walked out on to the ice several yards and stopped. He had picked this place for several reason. It was far enough away from the village to not attract attention for one. It had a large ice shelf hanging out over the ocean depths below, and several akhult attacked from below that way. He wanted them all, the whole pack to come. He hadn't gotten out enough lately and wanted the good fight, he wanted the danger and violence. He hope Stilia would be alright. Not much I a physical force she was quite capable of taking care of herself, he just hoped she was up for the physical challenge as well.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 23, 2013 12:18:16 GMT -5
She frowned at his reply, not liking that glint in his eyes. Maybe she would turn into a polar bear later, take some of the damage herself. Albeit not a physical person, she had quite the mind, and often could devise strategies to beat stronger opponents. Brains over brawn, as the humans so cleverly say. She held her tongue, preventing an argument, and watched as he left the cabin quickly- preserving the heat.
She sighed to herself, taking a little bit more soup. She had traveled for days to reach here, flying until too tired to go on, resting in a tree or something as some sort of animal, and then flying again. She was tired, very tired. She slowly ate her soup, finishing it off. It was good, it warmed her belly. She stretched, her hair copying her motions and extending their little bodies, before relaxing and settling in to the couch, readjusting the blankets. Watching the crackling fire, the gorgon eventually felt herself drifting off. Her lovely eyes began to shut, and soon she was off in dreamland.
Ba'alzamon wandered around the ice, making certain to not wander out on to the ice shelf and incite an attack upon himself alone. A single akhult he could handle with ease. Perhaps even two of the beasts. However an entire pack he would never be able to handle. He stopped and looked around again. Raising his hands he summoned a flame to them, a single flickering flame dancing with in his double cupped palms.
He was simply testing, seeing how the cold and snow was going to effect his fire abilities. He nodded seeing that it wasn't to bad and waved his hand causing the flame to disappear. He then looked around, wishing he could build some traps for the creatures to turn the tides in their favor. He didn't have any ice powers, nor did he have the proper material for to build anything. They would just have to take their chances, and he would keep in his mind this for his next possible monster hunting trip.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Aug 4, 2013 17:26:10 GMT -5
A strange thing had happened. Stilia had woken up, and she was back in her cave. Her little room, in the network where her nest laid. She blinked her confused green eyes, looking around. Everything was the same as it had been, as if she had been there only yesterday, there wasn’t even any dust. The snakes hissed by her ears, and her lower half was that of a snake as well. She tried to shift, to change, have legs, but nothing happened. She tried to fly, hover in the air, but her body remained trapped by the laws of gravity. She looked for her worn out backpack, with her precious conch shell, but it was nowhere to be found. Her dagger laid nearby, but she had had it before she had left the nest.
If she ever did leave the nest. Had it been a dream?
Confused, she silently went to pick up her knife, before heading to the mouth of the little room to go to the nest. She needed to speak with one of the priestesses, gain insight from this strange feeling she had. But, once she slithered out, she was suddenly transported. Now, she was in a dark small room, half unconscious and unable to move. She had been shot by a dart, tranquilized. Somehow she knew she was headed for the circus. Her eyes, half open, stared at the wall of the box she was in, as a voice drifted out of nowhere.
You can never go home.
Stilia’s eyes flew open, for real this time. She was sweating under the heat of the blanket and the fire. She needed some fresh air, no matter how cold it was out there. Throwing off the blanket, her large tailed thumped to the ground, and she climbed off and slithered to the door, opening it and going outside. It was cold, it hit her like a brick wall, but she stayed out, heading towards Ba’alzamon. Silently, she stood beside him, shivering but enjoying the fresh air.
Last Edit: Aug 4, 2013 17:26:28 GMT -5 by Stilia Medusa
Ba'alzamon moved along the ice slowly, back and forth. His eyes watched both the horizon and the ice to watch for any movement beneath it. So far there was nothing at all. However he knew it wouldn't be to long. They had excellent senses of smell, incredible hearing. They either knew or would know soon enough of his continued presence on the ice. He was the bait, they where the prey. And he was ready...
Stilia appeared beside him and he looked over at her and raised an eyebrow. Something must be bothering her. She was out in the icy cold with him, something she despised like no other. Yet there she was beside him, in her real form and not hiding in a shape shift. He wondered what it was bothering her but he said nothing. He knew his friend to well. If she wanted to speak about it she would. His prying would serve no purpose. Was that a shadow, moving out along the horizon? It seemed to be moving far out there, well behind the curtain of snow, and seemed to move along ground level from their right to left.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Aug 12, 2013 11:04:30 GMT -5
When the Minotaur looked at her, he raised his eyebrow. Well, what would have been his eyebrow, if his face where not completely covered in fur. But she ignored it. She was not one to go sharing dreams or talking about feelings, especially while on a hunt. Suddenly, Ba’alzamon seemed quite alert. Following his piercing gaze, she stared through the wall of snow, and could see a shadow nearby. Silently, Stilia changed. Her back arched, as it stretched, and white fur grew from her body. She had to placeher hands on the ground, the muscles bulging impossibly, with thick black claws growing from them. Her face elongated, and her snakes shrank into the same yellow-white that covered the rest of her. Her eyes became smaller and darker, and this all happened in an instant. She had become a polar bear, like she had joked about earlier.
Instantly, she could feel the warmth of the fur. Her small holster had broken, the snapped leather laying on the snow with her dagger. She snorted, a polar-bear like sneeze, and shook her head, adjusting to the strange new form. She had never been a bear before. The Minotaur was still as big as she was, but this would help for the initial fight.
Watching the gorgoness change her form the male Ungrith'tar approved silently. Baal bent and picked up her small dagger and holster. He slipped it in to his own belt to keep safe for Stilia till she was ready to don it again. Turning from her new, large form that was as white as the snow around them he stared back out towards where the shadow had been roaming. It appeared to have vanished, and he narrowed his eyes peering in that direction. He couldn't see anything moving now, but that didn't mean much. It could have hunkered down, or dove under the ice possibly. In which case the best way to draw it out was apparent, and Ba'alzamon was the best choice.
Leaning towards Stilia, he whispered close to the huge bear's ear, knowing she would hear him even in the snow with the increased sense of hearing. "I'm thinking a scout. They seem to know we are here and are preparing." Pulling away, the huge black Ungrith'tar slowly began walking out on to the ice, motioning Stilia to remain there. He was attempting to entice the akhult he was certain where swimming beneath the surface. Being a darker color he would be more of a target, where as Stilia now being white could ambush from the snow quite efficiently. Ba'alzamon's large heart was beating faster, and his respiration increasing as the adrenaline filled his body and thrill filled his mind. So thus...the hunt had begun.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Aug 25, 2013 13:33:28 GMT -5
Kindly the Minotaur took her items with her. Stilia did not have much from her previous life, and that dagger was the sole thing. She had carried it with her for years, taking careful care of it, her last tie to her old home. Her beady black eyes stared ahead, but during the brief moment of shifting, the creature seems to have vanished. Perhaps it was a Diving Ankhult, hiding beneath the ice. She wondered how thick it was over there, and how easy it would be for an Ankhult to break it. However, if it had been broken, surely they would have heard it? Maybe there was a patch of water over in the distance. She couldn’t quite tell.
The Minotaur leaned down to whisper in her ear, the breath causing it to twitch in reaction. "I'm thinking a scout. They seem to know we are here and are preparing."
She dipped her head in agreement and watched as he ventured out onto thinner ice. She crouched, ready to attack, wondering what the Minotaur was thinking. Surely he, heavy, covered in fur, and with hooves instead of feet, was not a very good swimmer? She would hate to have to waste time dragging him out of the water if the Ankhult pulled him down.
Ba'alzamon was in fact a decent swimmer, although he probably could never compete with some others like Stilia herself or a water elemental or anything else. His enormous strength allowed him to swim well enough, however falling in to these freezing waters even with his fur would prove deadly. However it wasn't a quick dip in the waters he was looking for. It was to entice a creature up out of the water to begin the fight. He looked around, steam billowing from his nostrils as he looked around watching for movement on the ice and dark shapes beneath the ice.
Standing there for several moments, he finally raised his huge right hoof and then slammed it back down agains the ice sending a spider web of cracks out as he bellowed a challenge out across the barren ice. His battle roar would increase his and Stilia's strength and endurance slightly, making them better fighters. A chorus of roars responded to his bellow and several dark shadows began moving around them, appearing in a complete circle surrounding the Ungrith'tar and polar bear.
A dark shadow appeared beneath the ice and came rocketing towards where the black furred behemoth stood. Suddenly or vanished and Baal counted silently then dove to his left as the shadow reappears and smashed through the ice, sending chunks of ice and water spraying around as the diving akhult exploded in to the air where Baal had been standing. It slammed back to the ice and roared in clear anger as it's attack had missed, however Ba'alzamon was already on his feet circling the beast warily.
