All This... For A Flower.
"Just have to find one, huh? Pfft." He remarked lowly to himself as he continued to trudge his way forward, clearing a path through the snow as he walked closer to a slope of the range. He'd only need to scale the safest one to reach the lower peaks of the mountains, after all, although he still wasn't too sure about his chances with the local wildlife here.
As if he didn't tempt fate already though, the wolf caught the sound of a low growl nearby as his ears perceived their location. Looking to his right he could see from the moonlight, a pair of glowing eyes as something crept closer from the shadows of the mountainside. Great... Just my luck. He figured quietly as he reached out to materialize his bastard sword, the hilt of Sleeping Dirge nested comfortably in the grip of the wolf as he raised the blade to rest over his right shoulder.
Bending at the knees a bit he focused on his weapon then, varnishing it with winds so that the edges of Sleeping Dirge were coated with the element. The wolf could feel air swirling about behind his head when this happened, leading him to recollect the instance he had with the dire wolf earlier.
I needn't kill... it's just in my way. He minded as the wildcat from the shadows surged at him, running forward with the intent to leap at him with a snarl. The wolf threw out his sword arm then, lashing up from his right into a broad strike, with the wind still swirling about as his attack generated a light gust of air. It halted the wildcat in his tracks when Rickter did, pelted by a blast of frigid air as the wolf brought his sword into two hands, before dashing forward to swing the weapon downward into a heavy-handed slash.
Another gust came bursting from his weapon when he did, this time whirling up snow at the creature before him, as it snarled and retreated back away from the storm of flurries. Realizing how overpowered it must have been, the creature's snarls lowered to that of innate growls, before it turned tail and charged off into the night again. "Serves you right." The wolf remarked lowly as he stood straighter once again, dematerializing the weapon with but a thought as he watched it's aether swirl back into his wrist.
It's getting noticeably easier to combine these magics. He observed with a look down at his palm, before returning his gaze to the slopes before him. Time to see how well they work together. Rickter started for the first ridge that would take him up into the snow-ridden rifts of the mountain, his sights set on the barren slopes that would be his gateway to the lower peaks where these flowers supposedly grew.
Frost 20th, 120th Year, A.o.S.
Snow still crunched beneath the weight of his boots when he stepped forward, the only thing leading him to pause and look back the yowling that he could only surmise was the wolf. By now he'd already reached a lower part of the summit, so the view of camp was rather a distant beacon of warmth amidst a sea of ice and trees. Before him, however... An entire range of the Astralar Mountains, and somewhere within them a little flower.
"Just have to find one, huh? Pfft." He remarked lowly to himself as he continued to trudge his way forward, clearing a path through the snow as he walked closer to a slope of the range. He'd only need to scale the safest one to reach the lower peaks of the mountains, after all, although he still wasn't too sure about his chances with the local wildlife here.
As if he didn't tempt fate already though, the wolf caught the sound of a low growl nearby as his ears perceived their location. Looking to his right he could see from the moonlight, a pair of glowing eyes as something crept closer from the shadows of the mountainside. Great... Just my luck. He figured quietly as he reached out to materialize his bastard sword, the hilt of Sleeping Dirge nested comfortably in the grip of the wolf as he raised the blade to rest over his right shoulder.
Bending at the knees a bit he focused on his weapon then, varnishing it with winds so that the edges of Sleeping Dirge were coated with the element. The wolf could feel air swirling about behind his head when this happened, leading him to recollect the instance he had with the dire wolf earlier.
I needn't kill... it's just in my way. He minded as the wildcat from the shadows surged at him, running forward with the intent to leap at him with a snarl. The wolf threw out his sword arm then, lashing up from his right into a broad strike, with the wind still swirling about as his attack generated a light gust of air. It halted the wildcat in his tracks when Rickter did, pelted by a blast of frigid air as the wolf brought his sword into two hands, before dashing forward to swing the weapon downward into a heavy-handed slash.
Another gust came bursting from his weapon when he did, this time whirling up snow at the creature before him, as it snarled and retreated back away from the storm of flurries. Realizing how overpowered it must have been, the creature's snarls lowered to that of innate growls, before it turned tail and charged off into the night again. "Serves you right." The wolf remarked lowly as he stood straighter once again, dematerializing the weapon with but a thought as he watched it's aether swirl back into his wrist.
It's getting noticeably easier to combine these magics. He observed with a look down at his palm, before returning his gaze to the slopes before him. Time to see how well they work together. Rickter started for the first ridge that would take him up into the snow-ridden rifts of the mountain, his sights set on the barren slopes that would be his gateway to the lower peaks where these flowers supposedly grew.
"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."