glenumbran hills , and moors were quiet at this time of night . the city of camlorn asleep , not a soul to be seen besides the night shift guards , rolling out on their usual stations . darien is their captain , yet even still ser gautier needed his moments alone . brooding . sitting on a cliff side , skin warmed by a single mug of ale foam forming upon his upper lip with the last swig . there ’ s nothing but crickets , and gentle winds . a perfectly uneventful night .
but with eyes to the stars , he was in an apt position to see the unprecedented event occur . when not another soul was out , he witnessed the sky breaking with thunderous rampage . it was frightfully impressive , but it wasn ’ t some measly curiosity that begged his approach such displays near the outside of his city , it was his sworn duty to investigate . definitely not bored curiosity . ( definitely not . )
to jump down from the ledge , metal plated boots && bent knees bracing his fall / palm open to the floor with a sword unsheathed in his other hand . he kept low to the ground , moving closer towards the second ledge , peering over into the small valley created by hills ; at the precipitous a mysterious man , in strange robes [ and a strange mask ... ] there ’ s an aura of mystery to him , an enigma that enticed darien ’ s appetite for battle . what ’ d it be like to be back to back with a man like him , magic engulfing their enemies ? it ’ s hard to impress a man so infatuated with himself , but for a few dawning moments darien is whetted with delight .
werewolves surrounded him , and thus the captain saw little reason to not use this as his excuse to throw himself from yet another ledge . wind in his hair , curls flowing freely as his posterior was open in his soaring leap . a glorious entrance , if he was to compliment himself . his silver sword reflecting the moonlight in his airborne moment of fame . to roll against the ground in swift motions , finally up close to the priestly looking man !! he ’ s much taller in person !! damn it , rather imposing too . the ambiance of storms , && ominous magic was unsettling closeup but he couldn ’ t let this deter him from his moments in battle .
❝ you ’ d be a fool to enter a battle alone !! ❜ darien announces himself outward in his commonly gaudy tones , his charming knightly smile flashing a ways towards the masked stranger . ❝ perhaps i ‘ ought to lend you a hand , friend ! ❜ optimistically outgoing despite the odds , sword && gauntlet bracing the impact of claws that clashed his silver such beasts recoiling from its burn . a good thing silver was the tradition of camlorn guards , given the history . cocky looks are briefly tossed towards the enemies , regardless of their inability to grasp such nuances . impaling the heart of one , and dismantling the head of another only to witness the mage has taken out more than double the amount in such a short pool of time . in that instance , darien ’ s emerald eyes were stuck on him in awe . he ’ s the most remarkable man he ’ s ever seen . darien should know , he ’ s looked in a mirror before .
* @xuth ♡













