Calamity was approached by two Fotian soldiers. However only one came within a few meters of her to speak. He removed his helmet with a simple unstrapping of a leather belt bellow his chin. The dragon helmet he had was carried under his left arm. Doing this helmet removal revealed his face in the dim lighting of the full moon sky. He had a square jaw from many years of working as a soldier. He was not old but was surely not young. His hair was short but was twisted in multiple directions from it's curly texture. A single long strand went down his left cheek and stopped to his chin and had a gold ring on it holding the strand together. His eyes were a light brown but were simply dark brown in the moonlight. "It is unsafe for a pretty lady to be alone at night. Though the sun will be up soon it's best you headed inside for the remainder. If you're looking for a place I might be able to accommodate you." He raised a brow to her claws and wings that sat on her in contrast to her fair flesh. A chuckle could be heard from the soldier not too far away as he attempted to look as if he was patrolling rather than ease dropping.
"What do you say to a good drink and a warm meal tonight. I might look this way but I can treat a woman." He smiled confidently but could not make out her intrigue in his armor. He instead confused the look for interest. Or even if not an Fotian mans drive was not kept at bay so easily.
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"Very well.." The large bag of bones that walked as a several meters tall man moved to the side and waved a long arm to gesture a allowance of Castiels proceeding through the feral grounds. "Welcome then.. to the new kingdom of our Lord." As the mist faded a stone pillar of bones and dirt was visibly seen erecting from a mass of even more bones. Armor and weapons later scattered around from countless failed conquests of these feral grounds. A large serpent moved it's way from beneath the bones and slithered within the massive castle of bones. White blue and red lights could be seen trailing around the surface of the castle like spirits searching for a home. The wind was picking up now with a cold wind from afar declaring that if one would go further a whole different world awaited them ahead. A cold one.
@AyameA crash of flesh against gravel stone and bending it to it's will by brute force and the quake of the stones surrounding it echoed through the mountain side. With constant thrashing the figure of a large being rose from the cliff edge to rise to his feet, fearless to the endless drop bellow him. He only looked up. His face shadowed by the darkness of the night and the moons graceful light was beyond his reach on the top of the mountain. Or so It was for now. Another crash and he planted a hand into the rocks and with synchronized repetition he brought foot to rock and hand to edge to lift himself up and continue a swift rise up the mountain side. The winds howled as he did so with all their might to force him down. But he pressed onward. Soon though he made rest on a cliff ledge with a cave. He made a fire within and sat with legs crossed while chewing on the bones of his finished meal. The winds howled... It was soothing despite its ferocity. The cackle of flames met the winds in a dance before him and he found himself clapping lightly to a tune I his mind. Thoughts of domestic life, home and a warm dance was in his head. It was time to sleep till morning. So he rolled himself within a furry skin and layed next to the fire. It was only a half an hour when he heard the wind shift from it's constant howl to a whistle. Then he felt as his flames moved to accommodate a presence drifting it's dance partner the wind from it's usual rhythm.
A blade came down but it only met earth as it's intended target rolled out if the way. Suddenly the furred blanket was tossed in the air and threatened to cover whomever wielded the dagger. With A swatting hand it was pushed aside and went to the cliff ledge outside the small cave entrance. A fist met the dagger wielder immediately after he deflected the blanket. A fist that roared upon impact with flames that left smoke trails behind as the man was sent flying out of the cave an off the edge of the cliff. A heavy breath could be heard before a center was refund through balancing himself to a stiff stance. "Even to reach this far...? It can't be." Looking out the cave with a fireball I his right palm for illumination he witnessed black thin silhouettes like cloaks flying in the sky converging on him. Black serpent like dragons with riders wearing the dark cultists accessories of death and brutality. They leaped from their beasts to meet the cliff side and caught on with claws and tools and ropes. Some even flew toward him as they could remain airborne in these high winds. "You wish to taste My flame?" His fireball was tossed from his hand like a pebble and ignited one of the flying beasts, its rider falling off. He summoned another fireball and grasped it with both hands. They ignited as flames roared from his palms and around his entire fists. "My quest does not end here. I have no choice but to lay down my all in this." With that said He leaped from the cliff edge much to the surprise of his many foes. With A step he lifted himself midair as flames ejected from his foot in powerful bursts with each charging step of his. He planted a kick to a cultists side before it could react and tossed a small orb of fire at another. His fist turned another to ash right after. That side of the mountain was falling apart when he wss complete and he escaped the eventual fall of boulders to the ground below the mountain. He pressed upward and finally reached a cliff side that led to no others. Where The snow fell and his body was coated with layers of slush and ice. He seemed unaffected by it however and merely shook it off periodically as he marched through thick snow at a slow pace toward the Temple of Knowledge Seekers.
"Ah.. at last."
His appearance did not look the part of a mountain climber. Let alone a snow mountain.
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