If I already have more then one RP with you, please allow others to reply to this, thank you! Lady Hakon Kilandre sat upon the rocky shore of Athervann lake, cross legged. Already the blood within her legs had begun to slow, numbness causing pins and needless to prickle the soles of her feet as she sat there- rolling a smooth pebble between her fingers. As she exhaled, steam rolled from between her lips before dissolving into the brisk morning air. Nearby, the great white Theocog idly stood, large ears focused upon the great lake, nose witching occasionally as a murmur of white birds danced over the mirrored surface.
The Major of Ansgar's Hand shivered once, pulling the deep brown cloak more tightly over her shoulders- shifting her body to allow her sleeping limbs some respite. One more day until she rejoined her unit- one more day. The injury which had given her the excuse to depart temporarily from the front lines had come from a demon that had been summoned by the troublesome mage rebels, recalling that moment, the young woman's eyes fluttered shut.
The shield caught the brunt of the blast of electricity, Major Kilandre could feel bolts of agony ripple through her entire body though the blessing placed upon the steel protected her from the worst of it. Purgatorio whipped around with a roar, hooves whipping out toward the robed assailant viciously as he advanced.
She had raised her scimitar, preparing to strike down the electromancer- before something wrapped around her waist, causing her armor to scream in protest from the crushing force- even the great Theocog being ripped backwards by the force of whatever had seized his rider.
Hakon had been flung to the ground, the air knocked so forcefully from her lungs that blackness briefly took over her vision. A monster towered over her- she tried to move, but something was wrong, she felt no pain but could not move.
The feeling of talons the size of short swords ripping into her armor accompanied by a crushing force did nothing to assist her- she could vaguely recall a sharp prick against the flesh of her belly and the sound of something snapping within. How horrible it was to be concious then-
Hakon Kilandre's eyes open again, exhaling again calmly. That day, she had nearly lost the ability to move, her back and ribs had nearly been fractured to a point beyond repair... Thank Ansgar Purgatorio had been there- ah, how proud she was of her steed... Taking on a demon of such calibre and managing to hold his own quite well as assistance mustered nearby.
A tiny smile cracked her thin lips as she looked toward the great white beast nearby, musing softly," You deserved this more then I do." It had, in fact, been quite relieving to return home for a time - deal with petty finances and so on, look upon the wealth which violence always brought to her family's lands and briefly allow her ego to flare. Alas, she subdued this vanity easily- here at Athervann, she would meet with a reinforcing unit before returning to the head of Ansgar's Hand. Ah- how she missed the dance of blades and songs of combat.
Winding her arm back, the pebble flew easily across the water before landing several meters off shore with a tiny splash. Soon. She would return to where she belonged.