WARPATH

@goldenbattledancer

He inhales abruptly, the ethereal flame rises out of his mouth with every letter progressively getting more violent.

“Banshee? You’re treading far out of your territory arent you?” His hooves cease stomping as he holds his weapon at his side. Clearly he didn’t mean much harm if it was another wandering soul.

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  ❝ oh please, ❞  disgust is evident in her voice.  ❝ i’m not desperate enough to go after spirits. i’m just dropping some of them off. ❞

     Those poor unfortunate souls, indeed. the particularly weak-willed prey she slaughtered had a habit of tagging along whether he liked it or not, & it became an irritation to her survival. not by much, though she can only handle the added cries & whines of her past prey so much before it interferes with her favorite favorite activity :  massacre. 

  ❝ a few who can speak & see to the dead spot the spirits that latch onto me like the little leeches they are, & it makes my job harder than it needs to be. besides, ❞  a pause, magenta talons clicking together & gaining luminosity as her excitement spiked for a moment in the fog. 

In the silence they shared he had finally moved again. Unfortunately, without very much explanation before he had run up to where the spirits had gathered. In his mind he had decided the best way to get them out of her hair... was to swing. Which is what he had done with his glaive. The weapon cutting through the air with precision and slicing whatever specters had gathered in the area. Their forms, breaking into ribbons before dissolving into the fog with their final wails.

Just as quickly as he had moved it was over, and it left the area much more peaceful than it was a mere few seconds ago. Quieter without the constant distorted begs and screams from the new arrivals. Hecarim seemed to be proud of his display of skill. The mouth that formed over his stomach and chest within his armor spreading wide as if it were grinning.

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  ❝ .. seeking, but whatever business i have doesn’t include you. ❞  a reply put plain & simple. 

     Though there is a level of respect for this hooven man, there is also annoyance laced in her tone. a step back is taken, an obvious sign of the smallest level of involvement the horned one wants with this ghostly figure. 

     If she had run, she might’ve been trampled despite not being in his field of vision ; but on the other hand, the spirits who called out to her & begged for her attention  were bound to give her position away at some point anyways. 

     Those restless souls are the reason she’s here in the first place, & now she’s face-to-face with one of its more vicious residents. doesn’t mean her snarky attitude might not leak through her efforts of self-preservation, though.

Despite looking directly at her he shown no change. Even though one would have assmed he could see her, he just didn’t. It was obvious since he had no signs of agression. Which was surprising considering his reputation.

“Banshee? You’re treading far out of your territory arent you?” His hooves cease stomping as he holds his weapon at his side. Clearly he didn’t mean much harm if it was another wandering soul.

His head cocks to the side, glaive raising slightly as his head snaps to stare in a direction. A loud wail had carried itself through the dense fog, reverberating off the hallowed trees that were densely scattered through the area. he then turns his attention back to the banshee, glowing eyes narrowing behind his helm.

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     A curse is softly sworn ; so much for trying to be inconspicuous.

     Leaving her cover, the quadra-armed & towering ‘shifter appears as if from thin air from a short ways away. she doesn’t want to get personal if she can avoid it, especially with the tales she’s heard of this  ‘ hecarim ‘ . the soft-willed souls that clung to her are not far behind, gaining ghastly forms & familiar faces she’d much rather never see again.