Basilisk Hunt [Sol's B Rank Exam]

“Do you know what a basilisk is, Sol?...” Famine murmured stepping forward through another mound of snow. She did not however give him an opportunity to answer himself. Just as she hadn’t given him any sort of choice when she asked him to accompany him on this ‘walk’ “A beast legend to be able to kill with a single look.” Famine turned her head over her shoulder and exchanged an icy gaze with him that moment as she reached the tip of the snow covered cliff face. The wind was brittle, every flake of snow that rushed their direction struck down at their flesh like cold bullets. There was no doubt that another blizzard was on it’s way.

“You're probably wondering why I’ve brought you all the way out here, Sol. The same creature  I’ve described is living in these mountains. I can imagine it is somewhere in the highest mountain in the darkest cave getting ready to seek out it’s next meal. You’d be willing to find it for me, right? ” Of course he would, he did anything for her. He’d die for her if she asked. The intensity of the breeze and the force in which snow pelted down grew, as though the next words that slipped from her tongue aggravated a greater force. “I want you to slay it, bleed it, and bring me both its blood and its eyes.” She requested. It was a tall favor and one asked so suddenly, It wouldn’t surprise her if Sol was suspicious. Afterall, Famine gave absolutely no indication what her purpose was in collecting such trophies… Though, she hopped that she would be able to reveal it to the guild in time…

Famine shuffled closer to the point of the cliff, pebbles actually breaking off where she laid her heel. “Remember, no matter what you mustn't look this creature in it’s eyes. Not even a single glance.You have three days, I hope you have dressed warm.” She smirked the words devilishly, as she’d always done.

Unable to resist an exit in style, The shadow wizard leapt forward right off the face of that jagged, snow powdered drop. It was mid free fall that her form blackened, deteriorating to shadowy remnants which were inevitably dismissed by the icy gusts of the mountain. She disbursed like black snow and Sol was all on his own.
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• Find the Ice basilisk and defeat it within (less is OK!) 20 Posts. That is an IC time span of three days.
  
• Minimum word count of 200, exceeding WC is encouraged!
  
• Sol must gather and both obtain both it’s blood and eyes. The Basilisks eyes may not be damaged in the slightest during combat.
  
• Famine will  be waiting outside the guilds fortress. She will re-appear at the end of the thread once Sol returns to her with the trophies intact.
  

Famine, like the patient mind she was, had spent her morning in wait. If Sol was to return he would return to the hall. Legs crisscrossed, the guild master waited on one of the boulders on the side of the guildhall. Despite her still very  light dress she didn’t seem bothered at all by the falling snow. Not even a single goose bump could be seen, nor a shiver of her body… It was almost odd, how the cold was never anything threatening both mentally and physically to the mage. Perhaps Famine was just born ice cold.

She blinked away the snowflakes caught in her lashes, Eyes glued to the tome in her lap as she flipped through it’s pages for a hundredth time. The only way she knew to gain strength now was by studying the Third Horseman; Famine’s work.

Just as she fluttered her eyelashes again to dismiss why white icy specks she saw something emerge from the cold maw of the storm. The way her heart jumped up into her throat made the guild master aware just how anxious she had been regarding Sol’s return.

She could already smell the scent of iron on the chilled wind, blood. Folding the tome and sliding it under her  arm Famine Hopped down from her perch, bare heels dipping into the icy powder below. Only now could she really assess the damage that had been done to him...As expected for sending him out to defeat a basilisk. Wordless she held out a cloth for the eyes, instinctively shifting her head away as she waited for them to be placed along with what blood he had collected before she may wrap them shut.

A relieved sigh wafted from her lips, accumulating into a cold cloud. Famine turned her shoulders on him, eyes to the guild hall and she gestured him after her. “You survived, not that I’d expected otherwise.” She said with a small smirk, wondering forward to the door. Her intent, to take him to the tiny infirmary the guild had.She forced the iron door open, craning her head back in Sol’s direction, and her smirk grew. “...Now, If you can survive walking back inside this guild hall. You will be fit to be the next ace of this guild, Sol.”

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