Meeting Of A Demon || Sara and Daemon ( Closed )

The Phoenix mountains; some of the tallest peaks in Fiore, and not only where they jagged and dangerous, but often enough you ran into blizzard like conditions atop the snowy mountains. The only reason someone would go over them, is if they had to reach the other side of the region, and didn't have an extra day to go around. So there they were, Saranade and Daemon, struggling against the harsh cold and ferocious winds. Her hair, whipped around her face; her eyes struggled to see ahead. She tried to glance over to see Daemon, was he having as much of a hard time as she was. This storm was something else, like it was trying to blow them off the mountain.

" Daemon, we should wait this out before it get's any worse!" She yelled out, hopefully past the howling wind he could hear her. All this for one lousy job; not even anything special, just an information contract with a neighboring Dark Guild. In the pit of her stomach she felt that this was different than normal weather patterns, and how she wished that her brother could have just flown them over the mountains. But the city was docked or repairs and for some official discussions. So they were stuck with walking.

Daemon grimaced as he climbed up the rocky edges with the fierce winds blew against his face. thanks to Daemon's animal traits he could see well enough to know where to step and how close he was to the edge. As Daemon looked up to Sara he noticed an opening in the rocky surface. SARA JUST A FEW FEET UP THERES AN OPENING IN THE ROCKS! He shouted over the storm.

With a few well placed spots Daemon was able to jump swiftly up to Sara as he quickly transformed into his wolf body offering her some shelter to the wind and cold as he carefully lifted her onto his back . Hold on tight.

Her eyes widened as she spotted the dark surface, he was right, there was an opening, and honestly that could have been really bad if she fell into that. There was alot of emotions she was feeling at this moment. Determination, Anger, and most important, Hopelessness. There was nothing she could do against this storm. Her armor was cold to the touch and she could feel her fingers losing touch. This was bad, she was getting frost bite. Sara closed her eyes and her armor whipped around her. She controlled its movements and then she was cloaked in a white suit. However since she was able to control the texture and fabric pattern, it was made into a wool suit, the fluffy stuff on the inside of course.

She suddenly felt as Daemon put himself under her. She felt his warm fur and snuggled herself in it. The wind chilled her face and her cheeks flushed under the cold air. Her breath fogged and she closed her eyes.