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@Basilisk Fang
BY MINNIE OF GS
WELL LATE AT NIGHT WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING,
Ahmoria looked out the curtained window of her carriage, holding its shade to the side so that she was able to see out of the glassless opening. In front of her, a mask of white flowed all around, covering what little amount of foliage there was from the fields behind the carriage. The inclination of the ride only became higher as time progressed on, and her eyes never left the small opening as she glanced outward. Despite all that she could see was white, she was thoroughly excited to see the exotic flora and fauna that lived on the mountain range. It was one of the main reasons why she had taken this carriage to Mt. Hakobe, in hope that she would be able to see the elusive species. At some point, she even wanted to collect a few of the plants that lived on the mountain, so that she could bring them home to her own garden. However, she knew that if she removed any type of plant from its native home, it was likely that it would die anywhere else.
The other reason she had come to Mt. Hakobe was because a supposed dark guild was located in the wintry mountaintops somewhere. After extensive research on the guild, she had decided she wanted to find this elusive place just as much as she wanted to see the flora and fauna. If the guild proved to be as the people were telling her of it she may even think about joining the guild as a new home to stay in. To her, the guild had the same goals as her, but perhaps she had misunderstood what the people had told her when she asked them. Unfortunately, she only had one way to find out and that was to go to the guild, itself, and personally as the guild master what their goals were. Of course, one thing stood in her way and it was the fact that the guild was a dark guild and likely wouldn’t just tell any passerby their goal. Ahmoria huffed and let the curtain drop back over the opening, blocking out the sunlight that had cast in through the glassless window.
As she did so, the carriage came to an abrupt stop, causing the demoness to slide forward in her seat and slam into the wood that barred her from the driver’s seat. “This is far as we go!” the driver’s voice called out, alerting the woman to the fact that she would not be seated comfortably and warm for the entire ride. Frowning, Ahmoria pushed herself off the wall of the carriage, dusted herself off, and opened the door of the carriage, stepping out into the open. A rush of frigid, wintry air blasted her in the face, forcing her hair to twirl and dance maniacally in the whiteness and her body to shiver from the cold. Reaching back into the carriage, she pulled out a fur coat that she had been given by one of the carriage attendants before she had left. Pulling it on, she walked her way to the front of the carriage and frowned harder at the driver with a slight look of disappointment. “What do you mean ‘this is as far as you go’?” she inquired in an angry voice, “I am a frail being that is not meant for the cold; I relied on this warm carriage to get to my destination!”
“Sorry, ma’am, but the trail just gets too rocky, and the carriage can’t handle such terrain; this is as far as we can go,” he answered her. Ahmoria merely gave a huff of exasperation in the man’s direction, bundling the coat closer to her body before turning away from him and stomping off. She wasn’t about to let a measly human ruin her day because he refused to take her up the mountain and to the guild hall of Basilisk Fang. Another shiver ran down her spine as the chill of the cold air deadlocked her and ran her blood cold from its frigid and cold nature. Her breath could easily be seen in the air against the blizzard that whirled around her and before long, nothing was visible to her eye. The sound of the carriage driving away was her only clue as to which direction she was facing, but she sucked in a brave breath and continued on. Even if she couldn’t see where her feet were taking her through the whiteness, she had the determination to find her destination.
Hours seemed to pass by to her and all she could still manage to see was the whiteness of the blizzard as it continued to rage on. She wasn’t even able to see the flora or fauna of the place because the blizzard was too harsh and the creatures were likely hiding away. All of it made her quite sad, but at least she was able to experience the climate of this place, no matter how difficult and harsh it was. Ahmoria was quite bundled up in the fur coat that she had been given, though it barely provided her the warmth that her frail body needed. Being a plant demon was unfortunate in this case, and it wasn’t like she was able to amp up her body temperature to keep her warmth. In any case, she simply had to wish that she would be able to find the building of Basilisk Fang before she ended up freezing to death. The last thing she wanted was to be found dead in the mountains of a place she wasn’t familiar with, but at this rate, it was highly possible.
She squinted her eyes at something in the distance, something that was either very big or very small and extremely dark in color. The closer she got to it, the more she realized it was getting bigger and the thought of this being the guild’s hall popped into her head. This caused her pace to quicken, bringing the structure closer to her until at long last, she was standing at the massive doors of Basilisk Fang. Ahmoria stared up at it in awe, but managed to slowly reach out for a handle on the door and tug lightly in order to get it to open. Slowly, the beast of an opening creaked and swung open, allowing for the demoness to peer inside and look for some help. It was a rather desolate building, maybe this wasn’t the guildhall at all, but rather an abandoned building she could find shelter in for a while. Stepping inside, Ahmoria looked around, green optics taking in the bleak surroundings before she called out into the emptiness, “hello?”
The other reason she had come to Mt. Hakobe was because a supposed dark guild was located in the wintry mountaintops somewhere. After extensive research on the guild, she had decided she wanted to find this elusive place just as much as she wanted to see the flora and fauna. If the guild proved to be as the people were telling her of it she may even think about joining the guild as a new home to stay in. To her, the guild had the same goals as her, but perhaps she had misunderstood what the people had told her when she asked them. Unfortunately, she only had one way to find out and that was to go to the guild, itself, and personally as the guild master what their goals were. Of course, one thing stood in her way and it was the fact that the guild was a dark guild and likely wouldn’t just tell any passerby their goal. Ahmoria huffed and let the curtain drop back over the opening, blocking out the sunlight that had cast in through the glassless window.
As she did so, the carriage came to an abrupt stop, causing the demoness to slide forward in her seat and slam into the wood that barred her from the driver’s seat. “This is far as we go!” the driver’s voice called out, alerting the woman to the fact that she would not be seated comfortably and warm for the entire ride. Frowning, Ahmoria pushed herself off the wall of the carriage, dusted herself off, and opened the door of the carriage, stepping out into the open. A rush of frigid, wintry air blasted her in the face, forcing her hair to twirl and dance maniacally in the whiteness and her body to shiver from the cold. Reaching back into the carriage, she pulled out a fur coat that she had been given by one of the carriage attendants before she had left. Pulling it on, she walked her way to the front of the carriage and frowned harder at the driver with a slight look of disappointment. “What do you mean ‘this is as far as you go’?” she inquired in an angry voice, “I am a frail being that is not meant for the cold; I relied on this warm carriage to get to my destination!”
“Sorry, ma’am, but the trail just gets too rocky, and the carriage can’t handle such terrain; this is as far as we can go,” he answered her. Ahmoria merely gave a huff of exasperation in the man’s direction, bundling the coat closer to her body before turning away from him and stomping off. She wasn’t about to let a measly human ruin her day because he refused to take her up the mountain and to the guild hall of Basilisk Fang. Another shiver ran down her spine as the chill of the cold air deadlocked her and ran her blood cold from its frigid and cold nature. Her breath could easily be seen in the air against the blizzard that whirled around her and before long, nothing was visible to her eye. The sound of the carriage driving away was her only clue as to which direction she was facing, but she sucked in a brave breath and continued on. Even if she couldn’t see where her feet were taking her through the whiteness, she had the determination to find her destination.
Hours seemed to pass by to her and all she could still manage to see was the whiteness of the blizzard as it continued to rage on. She wasn’t even able to see the flora or fauna of the place because the blizzard was too harsh and the creatures were likely hiding away. All of it made her quite sad, but at least she was able to experience the climate of this place, no matter how difficult and harsh it was. Ahmoria was quite bundled up in the fur coat that she had been given, though it barely provided her the warmth that her frail body needed. Being a plant demon was unfortunate in this case, and it wasn’t like she was able to amp up her body temperature to keep her warmth. In any case, she simply had to wish that she would be able to find the building of Basilisk Fang before she ended up freezing to death. The last thing she wanted was to be found dead in the mountains of a place she wasn’t familiar with, but at this rate, it was highly possible.
She squinted her eyes at something in the distance, something that was either very big or very small and extremely dark in color. The closer she got to it, the more she realized it was getting bigger and the thought of this being the guild’s hall popped into her head. This caused her pace to quicken, bringing the structure closer to her until at long last, she was standing at the massive doors of Basilisk Fang. Ahmoria stared up at it in awe, but managed to slowly reach out for a handle on the door and tug lightly in order to get it to open. Slowly, the beast of an opening creaked and swung open, allowing for the demoness to peer inside and look for some help. It was a rather desolate building, maybe this wasn’t the guildhall at all, but rather an abandoned building she could find shelter in for a while. Stepping inside, Ahmoria looked around, green optics taking in the bleak surroundings before she called out into the emptiness, “hello?”
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