[@Rai] [@Jollan] [@Guy0fV4lor] [h1][center][color=E4583C] GANYMEDE [/color][/center][/h1] The quaint village was cute, if you could call it that. It composed of less than a hundred, that was for sure. But it still had shops, as it was at crossroads. Waltzing along the streets, she had her hand at the ready to summon Callisto’s Kiss, incase a futz came about. Stopping at a butcher, the pungent odor of meat washed over her. Ilya loved cow, though Faina was too young to eat many of the bones whole. She took her order, a cow and a fatty pig. “Hah, who ya feedin far? A family of Tyro after a long day ah work?” The butcher asked with a smile, and a jolly laugh. Looking at her stature, he went to offer a hand. “Looks like ya need a bit ah help. I can get my son to-” [color=E4583C]“That won’t be necessary,”[/color] She hissed, squinting her eyes. Tyro. The butcher looked on awkwardly, putting his hands together. “Ah, aight lass! I’ll… Bring em out,” He said, like it was a suggestion to himself, slipping into the back room. The one other person in the shop, who resembled the butcher, had big bloody gloves on and an apron way too large for him. And yet, he looked at Ganymede like she was the strange one. [i]She[/i] was fine, [i]he[/i] was the one making assumptions. She walked out of the store with two huge cloth sacks over her shoulders as she held onto their ropes with a hand, reeking of meat. A few people watched, but many just didn’t want to question it. Reaching the edge of the village, she called for two of her companions. Dumping the contents on the grass, the bloody midsections of a cow and pig sat waiting there. Sure, they could hunt, but they needed to get going. Once they swallowed their meals, they were off. Sitting atop Ilya as he crept swiftly along the lands- as a gigantic basilisk should- pushed wind into Ganymede’s hair. She calmly looked through her map as the mountain showed itself along the horizon. Picking her head up, she saw Faina ahead of them, watching out for any dangers. Nuxta had given a good description of where the artifact was, but she was preparing for it not to be easy to get to. Climb a mountain? Sure. But that wouldn’t just be it. Something was surely guarding it. Sighing, she rolled up her map, and lay on her back as the skies shifted above her. While she loved getting to go out and do good work for Nuxta and Ghara, she hoped it wouldn’t take too long. She needed to be back to help with the encroachment. Soon, everyone would be happy, there would be no wars, no suffering... ------------------------- [h1][center][color=FFE4E1]CONSTANCE MARIT[/color][/center][/h1] Feeling her ancestors answering the call, she used her ears to fight, which came naturally. Despite her pool of energy having been offered for this darkness, it almost made her more eased. They were in her turf now. Many sounds were around her, from yelps and cries, but she focused in on her foremost enemy. The suction of water as he pulled himself up, to the shifting of ground as he stood. Bashing her shield into him once more as he lifted himself, he tumbled back down. Hearing his gasps, she raised her sword, and drove the blade down through his arm. She was caught off guard by a gargantuan roar, shattering the corners of her spell. Light flooded back in for a few blinks, before darkness took over once more- albeit less of a pure pitch black. It’s like she could hear a heart stop; one of the bandits was ripped to shreds. Before she could do anything else, singing was heard. She was unsure of what to do, so she let go of her spell for good. Like breathing for the first time with brand new lungs, the weight of what spell she just cast. Seeing one more bandit cowering in fear, she put herself infront of them, facing towards where she heard the beast. She was at a loss for what had just happened. Two bandits were alive, along with her allies. Most importantly, a lion ent stood before her, water nymph behind it, trying to calm it with her song. Constance’s tense shoulders released, though she did not back down yet. [color=FFE4E1]”Do not ease yourself yet, my friends! Stay on guard!”[/color] Her eyes pierced into the lion’s, watching intensely. Wherever it was from, whatever it would do, it had eyes on it from all corners. The little snake popped up from her armor, watching in interest at the fearful lion. [color=FFE4E1]”We don’t want to hurt you, big guy,”[/color] she whispered, hoping that it would somehow hear her. The nymph continued singing, as she stood like a wall, readying herself for the possibility it wouldn’t totally work.