Post by Skade Syrokkin on Feb 28, 2009 0:54:03 GMT -5
What's it like to die alone?
How does it feel when tears freeze,
When you cry?
The blood in your veins is twenty below.
“Komdu, Gymir!” Skade called, carelessly tossing a few things in a bag. The gargoyle awoke, startled, exhaling a cloud of smoke in irritation. “Com’on, love, we’re going out!” Skade said crossly, her English accent showing clearly in her words. Gymir rustled his stone wings, making a loud clacking sound. Then he glided out of the cave, his dragon-like tail whipping the side of Skade’s head as he left and landed on the shoulders of her sturdy mountain horse, Lodur. Gymir pretty much resembled a dragon exactly, though he did have cat-like paws and long mammalian ears. Plus, his eyes glowed bright red.
Skade had the day off of work from her hated job, and she wanted to make the best of it. In her small cave in the Garth Mountains, she was gathering things to go out. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she did need to buy a few things, so she’d probably end up in Kara City. Shouldering her bag, which contained a skin of water, some oatcakes, a dagger, and a few coins, Skade followed Gymir out of the cave.
With a quick leap, the warrior maiden was on the horse. “Hyah!” she called, and Lodur obediently leaped forward. He was skilled at navigating the mountains, and within two hours or so they were out of the mountains and heading towards the city. They arrived, and Skade sharply pulled back on the reins, so they didn’t barrel into the city and start killing civilians. She had her sword on her hip, and she had her hand on it as the horse, with the human on his back and gargoyle on his neck, came into the streets of the city, careful not to step on anybody. Skade scowled at anybody who looked at her; most were innocent bystanders, but a few were cutthroats and pickpockets. Though she no longer went berserk, Skade had no qualms about killing somebody who would try to steal from her.
As the streets got narrower, Skade had to dismount and lead Lodur forward. Gymir stayed at his spot on Lodur’s neck, alternating between preening his stone wings and staring curiously at everything around him. In the streets were stores and stands, places that sold stuff she would need for cheap. Skade threw herself into bargaining, and within a few minutes she had a bigger flask for water, more food that would last long, and some sturdy cloth, all for at least half the price they used to be. In a considerably good mood, Skade made her way to Central Park. She pulled a honey cake from her bag and began to munch on it, looking around for anything else she needed to buy.
