The Watering Hole | Job | Zoe and Ryo

Fuchsia orbs traversed through the foliage upon, which lay the littered arrays of bodies; tendrils of crimson, originating from them, dirtying the otherwise, verdant canopy. Queasiness; such, as an epidemic, it coursed through her veins. A tremble in her step before, the rigidness returned. Exhaustion was wearing upon, the light blonde; the events of the day arising a debilitation in her strength. Zoe’s eyes encompassed a shutter upon them; her mind and body drifting, from the grotesque scene, in front of her. One, which she caused. Of course, no doubt lay in her consciousness that her foes were still alive. However, the crack of bones, the seep of blood ensured that, they were in no good state, as well. A sigh belched from her lips; feet treading towards her raven haired partner as she stretched, in tow with a yawn, relieving some stress.

However, until, a shot of dark magic, a few centimeters away from her lithe figure zoomed past the blonde; a flurry of hair swished forth; a moment of widened eyes as, she assessed what exactly had happened. Feet turned one eighty degrees as, pink optics landed upon a figure. Stumbling; a view of sheer malic plastered upon, the middle aged man’s face as, concentrated particles of negative energy formed a sphere in his hand; dark magic. Abruptly, Zoe’s frame positioned itself in a battle stance; arms, slightly outstretched, feet parted as, orbs narrowed; the pendulum of irritation, violently swinging within her. Honestly, the young girl had seen enough drunks for a lifetime. And at the moment, all inclination was derived towards heading back to the serene hall of Sabertooth; engulfing herself in a night of complacent sleep. Albeit, that appeared a bit too much to ask for, at the moment.

The alcoholic mage charged towards the Sabertooth one; his form yet, retaining the briskness despite, haziness clouding his head. It convinced the young woman that, indeed, these men were capable of doing anything to attain the wine, in their possession. Another sigh as, she looked on ahead; towards the alcoholic mage. As, another beam conjectured in his palm, aiming towards the girl in, a finely etched narrow line; Zoe’s feet disjointed from the terrain as, her form shot upwards. Agility in every swish of her movement as, she narrowly escaped the countless arrays of streaks of dark magic headed her way. Whilst she did that, wind accumulated within the palms of her hands which were adjoined.

In a mere moment, she swiftly turned around after her optics and audits had located the position of the alcoholic mage. Her form, still hovering within the, expanse of the air; she ushered her arms forth as, mere three words left the confines of her lips. “Aerial Blow Away!” The wind within her palms, swiveled. A riotous rotation, taking place; the rudimentary vagueness of the shape of wind evolving, into a spiral; a tinge of ferociousness within it. A few seconds later, cries of agony were heard from the alcoholic mage as, the attack had left the vicinity of Zoe’s hand and lurched towards the alcoholic mage; having battered him, with tenaciousness; the repercussion of which lay in the form of his body, in a state of spasm before, it went still and he drifted off into a land of eclipse.

“Well, at least, that’s over with.” Zoe spoke, an undermining layer of relief in her voice as, eyes scrutinized the foliage yet again, for any sign of foes. When all seemed crystalline, her feet treaded over to where Ryo would be. Luckily, for her and both, him; the young blonde arrived just as the construct had departed. No inkling of what took place in Zoe’s mind as, a bright smile greeted him; an assuring one informing, him that she had taken care of her enemies, as well. “Looks like we’re both done with this lot.” A statement left her lips, hands upon her hips as, orbs roamed around the area. “I don’t think there are any more left. For now, at least. How about we go check on Gora?” During, the time span the young woman had spent with the lovable wolf, she adopted a liking for him and hence, still worried – despite his magnitude of a form – whether he was okay or not. So, ensuring that was a priority within her as, the worry etched on her face was clear as day.  

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“Thank you for the compliment. And yes, I’m absolutely okay now; no injuries on me except, for those previous ones so they’ll heal. I appreciate your concern, though.” Brightness transformed into a smile encompassed Zoe’s visage as, gratitude and assurance rang through her words. Indeed, her spirit had been lifted; the words of her raven haired partner, highly enlightening the young blonde. It enlisted a new found vigor within her; one spiraled around expectations and hopes from fellow mages of Sabertooth. A dependence lay upon, her frail shoulders; the hindsight of emerging robust within the ranks. Already, she possessed the credence of honing the title of one of Fiore’s ‘Rising Stars.’ Recognition and appraise were bestowed upon her, through the Council themselves. Promises to many were to be kept by the young woman. And if anything, she’d do everything to withstand that pledge.

Albeit, dispersed was her reverie at the notion of Ryo’s words; his words, refining her previous apprehensions. They dulled a bit; the worry for the wolf now, dispersing at the affirmation from her partner that the amiable pet would, indeed, be alright. Of course, considering his mammoth size and salient teeth, which were only, pliant towards foes; even, Zoe was ascertained that he could handle them. Yet, uncertainty lay as an outline to her certitude within his abilities. However, when the raven haired card mage agreed to check up on him; the incandescence of her contour reappeared, replacing the light perplexity. And with a skip accompanying her steps, she followed Ryo to the wooden tavern that accumulated the beer caskets within it.

As fuschia orbs ascended to the sky, an ounce of weariness overtook the young woman. The sky was draped with a blanket of darkness; the only luminesce glittered through the shimmering stars. Serene was the sight for light arrays of clouds littered the pathway of the sky above as well. And if anything, fatigue escalated within Zoe. Just a little while more. Which was true for, the darkness would soon, diminish to be replaced by a placid cantaloupe, glow of the sun, to accumulate the skies as, now, all that lay the canopy surrounding the vicinity of the tavern were either, the unconsciousness or even, dead bodies of enemies. Quite an assortment of them however, the young blonde knew that no more would dare to approach the duo now. Enough pandemonium had been arisen; at least, for the time being. Even their foes wouldn’t bōe mindless enough, to engage the duo in a battle now.

As they entered the shed, Zoe could sense alertness within the wolf as, he bared his sharpened teeth at them, in tow, with a growl. However, soon recognition flared and a giggle erupted from the lips of the young blonde as, Gora enlisted Ryo with an act of affection. Which soon, traveled over to Zoe and, she could sense the query within, his precarious hues as, the young woman knelt in front of the wolf; the response to his, anxiety in her lips. “I’m okay, Gora.” Ivory hand ran across his muzzle as, she lightly petted his fur; arising a sense of easiness within the animal.

However, in a while more, another voice boomed across the tavern and a figure emerged within the doorway. It was the owner of the tavern; his optics holding, mild astonishment at the sight outside which, soon traversed into relief at the sight of the trio. Abruptly, he sauntered to the three, words of gratitude expending from his lips; the euphoria, clear in his words at the thought of no more alcoholic men trying, to ensnare his beer. Zoe slithered her gaze over to Ryo, the tired smile, yet retaining upon her lips as, just one question left her lips. “Well, our work here is done, it seems. Shall we go now?”

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