Joining another guild of mages had been something that the blonde haired mage had thought to be impossible. She had fallen so far since her days in Dies Irae and Kalama knew that the chances of finding a place for herself was unlikely. The truth was that she was little more than a violence loving savage now, a being that rode across the world with no other goal than to tear everyone she met to pieces. The curse that had once robbed her of her emotions but to have them return to her in such an explosive way had been almost overwhelming. It had been like a starving person who found themself at an all you can eat buffet. She could not help but indulge and ever since then, she had been doing just that. An armoured wearing rider, seeking vengeance and blood wherever she went. Yet, despite her doubts, she had heard mention of a new guild that had been formed. One who desired power above all things. The blonde could understand that and without another thought, she had set out for a tavern known as ‘The Golden Monkey”, where the guild supposedly was.
The trip was uneventful for the most part and besides cutting down a few moronic fools who tried to wayleigh her, it was quite dull. She despised the long journey and having nothing to do beside thinking brought her no shortage of frustration. There was a time where brooding was all she did but not any more. No, action was what she craved and she certainly hoped that Plumed Serpent would be able to satisfy her wants and desires. Companionship was not something that she particularly wished for but if she came across someone as violent as she? Well, perhaps she could make an exception. Her new start had introduced her to many new vices and the dominating blonde had to admit that having a warm body beside her was rather pleasant.
Eventually, a dreary and rather broken down tavern came into view and with a brief pull on her ghostly steed’s reins, the pair came to a stop just outside of it. It did not look all that great on the outside and with a rather skeptical look in her eye, Kalama would dismount and send her steed back to his realm with a wave of her hand. He had been a blessing ever since she had first accidentally summoned him and now it felt as though he was a part of her. A curious beast indeed and one that listened to her and only her. A drunk male had tried to ride him once, only to find himself being trampled to death, much to Kalama’s amusement.
Entering the tavern, she would instantly feel more than a few sets of eyes upon her but one brief scowl from her was enough to quickly cause them to look away again and after approaching the bar and taking a seat on one of the barstools, she would utter a single word.
“Tea.”
The bartender raised an eyebrow. “Tea? We do not serve that here. You will have to go somewh..Urgh!”
His words were rather suddenly cut off as the woman raised a hand towards him and started to choke him using her magic. His hands desperately scrambled to this throat, trying in vain to remove her invisible hand.
“Are you deaf or simply stupid?” Kalama asked, a frown crossing her features again. “When I ask for tea, you make it. Am I clear?”
All he could do was nod and with that, she let him go again, watching the man as he dashed off to fulfill her order.
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The trip was uneventful for the most part and besides cutting down a few moronic fools who tried to wayleigh her, it was quite dull. She despised the long journey and having nothing to do beside thinking brought her no shortage of frustration. There was a time where brooding was all she did but not any more. No, action was what she craved and she certainly hoped that Plumed Serpent would be able to satisfy her wants and desires. Companionship was not something that she particularly wished for but if she came across someone as violent as she? Well, perhaps she could make an exception. Her new start had introduced her to many new vices and the dominating blonde had to admit that having a warm body beside her was rather pleasant.
Eventually, a dreary and rather broken down tavern came into view and with a brief pull on her ghostly steed’s reins, the pair came to a stop just outside of it. It did not look all that great on the outside and with a rather skeptical look in her eye, Kalama would dismount and send her steed back to his realm with a wave of her hand. He had been a blessing ever since she had first accidentally summoned him and now it felt as though he was a part of her. A curious beast indeed and one that listened to her and only her. A drunk male had tried to ride him once, only to find himself being trampled to death, much to Kalama’s amusement.
Entering the tavern, she would instantly feel more than a few sets of eyes upon her but one brief scowl from her was enough to quickly cause them to look away again and after approaching the bar and taking a seat on one of the barstools, she would utter a single word.
“Tea.”
The bartender raised an eyebrow. “Tea? We do not serve that here. You will have to go somewh..Urgh!”
His words were rather suddenly cut off as the woman raised a hand towards him and started to choke him using her magic. His hands desperately scrambled to this throat, trying in vain to remove her invisible hand.
“Are you deaf or simply stupid?” Kalama asked, a frown crossing her features again. “When I ask for tea, you make it. Am I clear?”
All he could do was nod and with that, she let him go again, watching the man as he dashed off to fulfill her order.
(613 Words)
