Fire and Ice (Venir/Mission)

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The finite.

At first glance fighting the large ice creatures while up on a ledge might not have been the best choice. However, the two slayers had a distinct advantage from up above as the creatures none to gracefully clambered up the side of the mountain. "I thought I was a bad climber." She at the least didn't tear out chunks of ice while she made her way up. Venir couldn't help but roll her eyes at her partner, "Wasn't planning on it." Another irritated huff of air, that fanned her golden bangs, and Venir was peering over the cliffs edge. She kept her boots firmly planted into the ground beneath her, though there was plenty of distance between herself and the ledge. "Only two huh?" The lacrima in her belly twitched in agitation, what did he not think she could handle more? However, her head through the cold induced angry haze managed to be somewhat thankful.

The two ice creatures that had so graciously been bestowed upon her, didn't seem any more thrilled about her as she was about them. "Good we both don't like each other." She glanced to the side to see just what exactly his so called plan was, certainly he didn't mean to actually fight from such a small ledge? She watched only for a moment before her own ice creatures were upon her. It was close enough that its head was over the ledge, rows upon rows of icy teeth snapped at her, and let out a growl. Never one to be shown up, Venir sucked in a deep breath of air, pausing for a moment to feel the frozen air fill her lungs. Poised still like a statue, her chest puffed out as that frozen air warmed, and that warmth filled her chest. "Flame Goddesses Bellow!" A torrent of dark flames left her, hitting the first ice creature directly, causing it to fall back, and off of the cliff. On its way down it hit the second ice creature, taking a chunk off of that creature as well. Finally, it hit the cold hard ground below it and shattered into countless pieces. "Ha! Take that!" She cheered throwing a fist into the air in victory, satisfied in a deep, primal sort of way.

Her body had warmed some, but not completely. Most of her extremities were still numb. Fingers and toes were tingling, but her face was still warm from the recent blast of flames that had escaped her lips. Letting out another large breath of air, she peered over the side once more to see the last ice creature still attempting to climb up the side of the mountain. It had lost the large ice wings to the previous creatures fall, but it still had all its limbs which meant that it could still climb. Not that it would be able to much longer.

She held the middle and index fingers of her right hand together, dark flames gathering on that hand. Any numbness in that hand quickly melted away, a small smirk finally forming upon her lips. She swiped her fingers to the right, as if she was slashing an invisible blade. Where her finger had traveled through the air, more dark flames were produced. Then the line of dark flames went down the mountain, burning, and melting whatever they touched including the creature below. Her aim was just right, burning through the creatures limbs so that it would not be climbing up the mountain again, and instead it fell to join its brothers shattered fate.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The finite.

When the ice creature landed upon its fellow ice creature, shattering into countless blocks of once living ice, Ven finally let her bottom meet the earth. She let out a breath of air she hadn't realized she'd been holding. The amount of steam she had produced this time was substantially larger than when they were walking in the forest, but then again her body had finally heated up to its usual fire hot temperatures. However, now that combat and adrenaline were fading even her temperature was beginning to give out to the cold. Soon enough shivers had overtaken her, and the fire mage was quick to sit up from the frozen ground, though the winds seemed to have picked back up again. Luckily, her companion had a plan of sorts. A rather painful looking one that made the blonde wince with every slam of his fists again the ice. "Ouch that's gotta leave a mark." She would offer to help but another blast of cold wind had sent another shudder through her, and instead she stood there quaking feeling half frozen.


She cheered entering the cave despite the puddle of dark water. Only a few steps in and Venir was mildly disappointed, "It's still cold." She chattered, they were no longer getting hit with harsh winds but that didn't stop the cold from permeating around them. Not to mention the cave was still made out of solid ice. "Right rest." She sat herself down upon the ground, watching as the guild master went to work. It wasn't as if she could sleep, nor was she particularly tired but if she sat there long enough, without the wind chilling her, then perhaps she could gain some warmth back. Still, she couldn't help but wonder how her counterpart seemed so unaffected by the magic induced cold, "Am I weak or is it cause he's more experience. Or maybe cause he has more clothes on." She rested her chin on her knee's as she contemplated. Only when the fire was produced to Venir finally move, edging closer and closer to the fire until she almost in it. "Waaaarm!" She chirped, enjoying the heat put off by flames other than her own. As warmth slowly returned to her body she took a moment to marvel at the flames. The flames had a red tint to them while Venir's had more of a purple, but there was no doubt that they were that of a god slayers considering the dark color. It wasn't exactly very often that one encountered another slayer, or a god slayer, let alone another flame god slayer.


At first Venir believed the growl to have come from outside but as another growl echoed through the cave she realized it was her own stomach. A blush dusted her cheeks, just thinking about and looking at flames got her hungry. "I've never really tried another god slayers flames before...I wonder..." She'd just take one little bite, surely her companion wouldn't mind much. Peeking just to make sure that he wasn't looking, Venir snuck in a small bite of the flame. Naturally, Venir couldn't eat her own flames, and truth be told she'd always wanted to try a dragon slayers flames, but just like most slayers it wasn't as if there was a plethora of them for Venir to hassle. Demon slayer flames hardly seemed appetizing but never did Venir think she would be able to try a god slayer's flames that were not her own!

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The finite.

For a moment Venir just looked at her companion, almost stupefied at his offer. She hadn't meant for him to actually offer her some flames to eat, but it would be rude at this point to deny him. Despite being  somewhat stunned her hands moved on their own accord. With her two palms cupped together she took the offered flame as gently as possible. Treating it with the utmost delicacy Venir looked more like she was holding a glass ornament rather than flames. Hands that were so used to fire, and the heat that was brought with it felt strange holding the black flames, something that they should have been used to. Her own fire was inherently different than his, and though some might call her crazy, there was a certain texture to different flames. That was not the only difference between flames, texture was just the beginning, there was the obvious color difference, scent difference, and even taste. The latter was the one that most wouldn't understand. All of these fundamental differences made the flame in her hands feel odd, so much like her own yet not. Then with only the briefest hesitation she gulped the flame down as gracefully as a slayer could, which wasn't very graceful. There was hardly any proper etiquette on eating elements!

"Hmmmmm...." She let out a breath of air, still trying to find words to describe the taste on her tongue. "It's good I think?" It wasn't as if it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted but it was more like...A home cooked meal? The kind that was pleasant simply because it was made from home? Not wanting to be rude the blonde cupped her hands together again, forming her own small black flame, "You don't have to try if ya don't want to..." She quickly added, offering it up and withdrawing her hand if he took the flame or denied it. With the aid of her reflexes Venir caught the cloak with ease. Handing it back to him crossed her mind, if she was cold he had to have been a little cold too, but another wave of shivers shot that thought out of her head. "Thanks..." She grumbled while pulling the vibrant cloak about her like a blanket, relishing in the heat that still clung to it. However, the look on her face suggested that she wasn't going to be fine with sleeping while he stayed up and kept watch. It wasn't as if she didn't trust him, if anything it was rather unfair for her to be the one napping.

Almost defiantly she stayed awake, not really speaking or anything but simply staring into the flickering fire as the guild master tended to it. A few moments of silence and the slight pout to her lips, a sign of her defiance, slacked. Then her head would occasionally bob, lulling to one side before consciousness kicked back in and she straightened it again. Dark lashes continued to bat against her cheeks, struggling to keep her eyes open. Eventually the young woman lost her battle against unconsciousness and sleep took her. It wasn't a particularly deep sleep but it was pleasant none the less. When travelling, and battling so much often times it was hard to tell just how wary one's body was, and to some extent the weather got to her. Normally, she could have easily gone the rest of the day travelling with a handful of fights scattered here and there. With the howling wind and snow? Her amount of energy was lacking. Besides the warm fire and cloak wrapped about her was far too tempting. Shifting about in her sleep, she pulled the vibrantly colored cloth about her, practically burrowing herself in the fabric.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The finite.

Her light sleep, was peaceful to a certain extent. Normally, she slept with no dreams or nightmares to speak of. That was usually when she was in the comfort of her own bed, or at least somewhere that was safer than her current place of rest. In an icy cave, surrounded by terrible conditions, and ice beasts waiting for prey? Hardly a place in which one could sleep deeply or peacefully for long. Her current environment was probably why she had a dream or rather nightmare of sorts, the first of its kind in months.


So much of it, that it filled her lungs, and made her cough. It wasn't just the smoke that was concerning but also the flames. Everywhere she looked there were black flames that almost mocked her. "A nightmare..." Or simply just bad memories. Never did she willingly recall that day, and only in sleep did these nightmares plague her. She hadn't had one in months though, and this was hardly the time or place that she wanted to have it again. Her feet moved, carrying her forward through smoke and fire alike. She didn't want to move, she knew what awaited her but still the dream carried her forward. A resounding creak was heard from above, the whole place was coming down, the structure of her home was cracking under the heat of the flames, of her flames. Still she carried on, moving through falling debris, trying to avert her eyes from the bodies, deafen her ears from the occasional screams. When she turned a corner she felt a hand upon her shoulder shaking her. The familiar face was blurred by tears but still caused Venir to jump back startled, again they shook her, word echoing in her ears-


She flailed, fist cocked back for a punch but her limbs ended up getting tangled up in the cloak that was being used as a blanket. "I'm awake, I'm awake." She huffed and puffed, blonde bangs stuck to her forehead. None to gracefully Venir got to her feet, passing Ardere his cloak back in the process. Any previous startled expression that her countenance bore was gone, and in its place was an almost uncharacteristic stone mask. If there was one good thing that the fitful sleep had done for her it was warm her body up, and get her itching for a fight. Not that it made her feel much better after her less than pleasant dream. Her body had heated enough so that even stepping out of the warm confines of the cave, wasn't too horrible. How long her internal heat would keep her warm was a different question. Venir climbed after her companion in silence still trying to shake off the dark cloud, that almost visibly hung over her. The climb was short enough that when they reached the peak her body wasn't completely warn out. Besides getting down was easier than climbing up! "Right..." Sliding down the mountain was easy, but not if there was nothing to slide down on. Unless, of course, they slide down with just their bodies. That thought was immediately thrown out the window. She cast her amethyst gems about, looking for something that they could use as a slide. Unfortunately, there was nothing but piles of snow and ice.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The finite.

Venir would have agreed with him outloud, but instead she kept her focus on looking for something they could use to sled down. If the two could simply fly to their destination, this mission would have long since been done with. Despite not really properly flying, Venir could cover a large amount of distance at very high speeds, albeit uncontrollable speeds but the point still remained. At his words Venir ended her search for something to slide down. She herself was going to suggest simply kicking off a large block of ice and riding that down the mountain. It would have been a cold and slippery ride, but it would work. Unless with their combined heat they actually managed to melt the block of ice faster than they could travel down. Fortunately, Ardere's idea seemed a bit more practical. "Not bad." The blonde nodded her head as if in approval. Who knew that all his armor put together would make such sizable and decent looking sled? Apparently, there was more than just one use for plates of armor, making the female slayer half tempted to invest in some herself.

A small laugh escaped her lips, almost enjoying herself. None to gracefully she climbed into the improvised sled, not particularly graceful and more than a little awkward about it. Where should she place her arms and legs? As she was now her legs were bunched up so that her chin rested atop her knees, and her hands gently grasped at the back of his shirt unsure of where else to put them. As the sled tipped forward, for a moment teetering over the edge, the blonde had second thoughts now that she looked at just how high up the were. "W-Wait, wait, Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" An almost comical yell left her lips as they finally began their descent, picking up speed without any assistance from either of the slayers. Unable to help herself, she clung to the male practically melding herself into him. Her grip must have been crushing, her arms now wrapped tightly about his chest rather than gently gripping his shirt, and the same went for her legs that were now wrapped about his waist like a vice. Eventually, her yelling ceased, but her face was buried in his back. "I think I'm going to be sick." Her voice might have been swallowed by the wind.

For someone who so fast, Venir did not enjoy when something that was not controlled by her was making her go fast. It made her feel sick more times than not, and the sled was of no exception. Eventually, the descent became a more gradual one, and the ride was a little less bumpy. Cautiously, she peaked out, one cheek resting against Ardere's back as her gaze now settled on the passing scenery. "This isn't that bad." Her own long mane of blonde flowed behind her like a cape of gold. Any almost pleasant feelings she had for the sled ride down soon dissipated. "What?" She asked with worry, Ardere's voice having been drowned out by the window. A sudden bump, and next thing Venir knew the two of them were airborne for a moment. Sudden weightlessness was nothing compared to the spinning that came afterwards once they hit a patch of ice. "Oh goddess...." Her head was spinning and Venir swore she could see stars. "I'm really gonna be sick. Make it stooooooooop!" She yelled again, her grip that had previously slackened returned back to bone crushing.