Kylmi would be lying to admit that she wasn't a little disappointed with the entire discussion of their plan, it would seem that her former concerns over this lauded Queen were dismissed, seemingly placated by Mundhir's supposed glorification of being blessed. However Kylmi did not know his God and could not ascertain his confidence in willingly placing fate into the deity's blessing. It was no different a circumstance in mirroring aspects for the Elven Prince, these two individuals of royal, blue-blooded birth rite surrendered themselves over to some unforeseen higher will. Kylmi glanced up, briefly disturbed by these comparisons and how, once a upon a century, her family too had been swindled and devoted entirely to one God. But he was dead now, a sort of truth that these two would not know, possibly never, but it could not be trusted within the slightest.
Her peridot gaze slid over Hazim and Tarwin both when they spoke respectively; they would have to remain careful of these two, they who supported the overall execution - no slaughter - of these elven peoples. Their plans of interrogation would fall through should they come upon the insane ruler before her and her only other supporters, Frelseren and Shorus. Her grasp within Bone's mane tightened, cinched around the threads as he chuffed and bared teeth at the mortals around them, of course she could only put her trust into true, amazing beasts as they, the others couldn't, would not be trusted. Kylmi nodded silently to her companions and watched as the nomadic warrior ushered his mount into a gallop, veering off to the flank, she bid simple wishes to the nature around them as the grass being trampled beneath their bony hooves stilled and quieted with the cusp of battle ringing their hearts.
Bones and his woodland mount hesitated momentarily, green eyes flashing, resting calmly upon Mundhir before the slight shake of her antler crown bid her away, artfully tarnished stilettos boring into the Kelpie's heaving flanks before they too rode off with a speed unmatched by common equines. They followed upon Tarwin's treads before veering away upon a different course, splitting the procession partially by venturing into the surrounding thickets. Kylmi initially decided that her best usage would be hidden aback from the focal point of their assault, utilizing her powers whilst hiding upon the main line of their offensive unit in the blanket of darkness. The Nymph stilled Bones, dismounted and patted his thick neck as they glanced up towards the over bearing sun, the gleaming star slowly descending as they waited.
When the battle sounded, Kylmi's eyes immediately adopted a phosphorous glow, gleaming within moonlight and bearing a silver sheen akin to Bone's stare as they witnessed the beginning ascension of this nearly one-sided confrontation. Forging a temporary bond, the two creatures of exotic, far away lands and myths began to coexist in their glowing eyes, seeing what the other saw and utilizing Bone's keen sight as means to peer far and deep into the encampment. Kylmi's fingers flexed as Mundhir's impressive soldiers began their crawl, she bid the grasses and surrounding flora to become rigid and curl to cloak their precise movements, the thicket around her groaned and bent to smother the gleam of her armour as she initiated her manipulation of the ground and nature around them. She had not done so in such a long time, not in such vast quantities, and cruel intentions marred the plants in bruises and thorns as she lifted her arms and thus started the snaking of vines out from the elaborate knot in her hair, permitting the threads to wave down her frame as they slithered across the ground in serpentine patterns. Trees whispered somewhere in the far beyond, yielding to the stench of magic that was Kylmi's unique signature.
Arrows blotted the sky and Kylmi watched, still not attacking but preparing the wrath of the wood around her with vines crusted in thorns and poisonous flowers that bloomed violet in the moonlight. Bones grew impatient, throwing his head and rattling the bones and reeds woven within and screeching with the call of something feral and hungry, the elves below would know, feel their fury and the will of nature that was old and never forgiving, a merciless pounding galloped away deep inside as the desires of her Fernium blood sung with a haunting melody of vengeance. Her sweltering heart was being swelled with the emotions of fear and pain in the battle below, cloaking over her as she mounted upon Bones once more and descended into battle. She veered through the lines with his agility, weaving between bolstering Mamalukes as they roared with a loyal righteousness of their prince and worships. Kylmi lifted her arm, extended her clawed digits as the tines upon her wrist began to swell and grow, sharpening into a sword forged of ebonette bark that pulsed in tempo with her erratic heart beating betwixt her ribs.
But the two weren't the only ones gifted with a peculiar sight in the night, Bones' stare swung around to the left with Kylmi's as fletching whistled upon a lucky gale of wind, piercing deep and purposely into Kylmi's bare shoulder with a dark shaft protruding from her rounded joint. She jerked with the hit, her lips parting on a screech of agony as another grazed on past her cheek and split the skin to will a tearful track of evergreen blood to leak across her thin jaw. Her silver lined eyes flashed with the impulse of power as vines wreathed around her assailants poising to strike her again, cruelly sealing the two elven warriors in coffins of thorns and poison; venom seeping slow and deadly into their wounds as she clenched her fist and silenced their wails of anguish. She balanced upon Bones' spine for a moment before leaping off, hitting the ground as the Kelpie turned and charged at the enemy exchanging volley with Hazim's retreating procession, his tail whipping and lashing with his agitation and thirst. She ignored the crunch of bone and armour, tried to breathe on past the smells of battle and death permeating the air as she gripped the arrow making her muscles burn with pain. With a cry she tore the shaft free, her blood trickling down to coat across her arm still forged into a nature esque weapon.
Her inexperience with recent battle left her prone to such injury, she knew this would happen and should she survive this, she would have to train hard to ensure that she would even survive long enough to see peace returned to these lands. The Nymph panted around her pain and pressed her palm to the wound, sealing it shut temporarily with a wrap of leaves before she whistled for Bones' and ran across the battlefield. She saw Tarwin, the flash of his red blade the only way she could pinpoint him sneaking in the camp from the exposed rear, she clenched her felidae teeth and searched for her Frelseren, only slightly worried when she couldn't find him among the swathes of elf and man.
Unfortunately there was little time for her, Kylmi ran with Bones, using vines to snare and strangle the elves before them, holstering them as Bones sunk his blunt teeth and fangs into their throats and crushed their incredible frames of height beneath his bleached bone hooves. She did not like killing, that much was evident in the way her eyes would waver with every occurrence a soul bled out with the light of their shining eyes, but she had a point to follow and a plan that was dependent on her part in it. So the Nymph bore her discomfort and continued onward with Bones, the Kelpie using his senses to scope out their path as they soon came upon Shorus. He appeared to be the only one present, but Kylmi was grateful for that small blessing as she flashed a fanged smile and used the thickets around them to keep themselves hidden, more so him and Bones for their gargantuan sizes.
"I saw Tarwin sneaking into the camp," Kylmi muttered, not surprised that the nomad had gone off on his own impulses again. After all he had done the same within the dank underground of the dungeons. "I don't know where Frelseren went but Hazim and the rest are beginning to fall back." She gestured vaguely with her opposite hand not festooned with bark and thorns. "I can use my vines and magic to capture the Mad Prince but I'm going to need you and Bones to protect me," Kylmi uttered, nodding to her Kelpie mount snorting in disdain at the minotaur, baring blunt teeth now stained with elven taint and blood.
"It's not the best plan, but we can capture him at least and try to get what information we can, I don't care what happens after that - let the men have their revenge."
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