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The volcano Leothaun came back from the engine room with a giant bundle slung over her shoulder. She motioned for Masika to follow her outside. The dry heat of the planet his Masika all at once as the ship doors opened. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth and the wind felt like a hairdryer on her face rather than the cool refreshing breeze she was used to back on Qualdralis. How often she forgot the variance of worlds out in space...
Still, following the warrior they came to an open space of flat ground. Mostly rock and sand, nothing around for several miles. There was no vegetation save for the tangle branches of an uprooted plant's corpse and Masika could not help but feel vulnerable out here though there was not a soul in site. A place like this just screamed "death"...and why Thyra saw beauty in such things, well, at the moment Masika could not even begin to understand.
"So, this Thing that the Captain speaks of. It ate her people? All of them?" Thyra asked as if it were just a general conversation. Masika nodded,"She says it was a beast the ancients of her peoples found in an old cave. The cave was a holy place...supposedly the birth place of the first of their kind. Every year the ancients made pilgrimage there, and one day, there the beast was. She does not know when the sacrifices started, only that, following the first shed of blood for the creature, her race saw a boom in all things: health, wealth, technology. they naturally just attributed it to the creature and never gave it a second thought..."
"...and now she is the last one." Thyra finished,"Like with most races, religion is what kept them blind, and now, she wants us to help her fix the mistake her kind created."
Masika just let out an irritated sigh. This temper of Thyra's was one day going to get her thrown from the ship. A part of her wanted to slap the volcano warrior for being so heartless...but, Thyra did have a point. They had never been told the true nature of Rias' mission. Masika was on the ship so that she might retrieve the piece of crystal Rias stole after said-mystery-mission had been done. And Thyra? Well, Thyra had joined for the companionship and the prospect of maybe returning to Qualdralis if she so felt like it...she had often told Masika she felt as if great battles awaited them if they followed Rias, and Thyra had missed the scent of blood and flow of adrenaline.
So, it wasn't as if Thyra was annoyed or even distressed over the chance that she might get herself killed, but rather, that Rias had not told he complete truth...at least had not told it to Masika.
Masika was no warrior and she knew it. The one time she had zapped Thyra on accident, the volcano Leothaun said it was only powerful enough to tickle, not even enough to stun an enemy. That electrcity dancing across her fingers was indeed more for show...a power that she had but that priestesses were forbidden to harness as a weapon or for harm. The only thing Masika knew how to wield was a pen...and even that she often wielded very badly. The expression of self-doubt and incompetence must have screamed a thousand words to Thyra as the bulking volcano Leothaun dropped the bundle she had been carrying with a loud "KLING" as it hit the rocky surface.
She walked over Masika placing a clawed hand upon the Tempest's shoulder: "I am born and bred for battle. Power and the thrill of combat runs through my veins. Fighting a God is thrilling to me...it gives me purpose, but, even then, I would not have dragged in others that I know never asked to be involved. I will gladly throw myself into situations where my death would make for funny stories around a hot pool, or would bring my family great honor to recall to those that come after me---but you, my friend...you are not me, I guess...I guess I just do not want you to get hurt." and Thyra let out a sigh before clearing her throat as silence engulfed them both: "You are not a warrior yet, Tempest. But, that doesn't mean that you can not become one."
Finally Thyra had reached down and the bundle was undone. Inside lay roughly made scrap weapons---most of them blunt round the edges as to not harm the people they were used on. The volcano Leothaun described how she had made these while perfecting the molds for her repair business back on the scrap moon, and that, she was glad she had kept them as they would be the instruments Masika used to train. Browsing the weapons there were all types...blades in sets, a small shield, a short sword, a blade big enough to kill a mount. there were axes and poles, spears, and even hooks.
Masika studied them all as Thyra gave the history of said-weapons...legendary Volcano Leothauns that had wielded such things in the past to take down ancient creatures in a battle that left them a title young children sang about.
Masika wondered what it was like...to live and breathe for such moments. To have a drive to do great things. It was only when she picked up her first weapon that she thought that maybe she might be able to one day understand. All she had to do was try hard enough, right?
In the weeks and months to come on that desolate desert planet of rock and red sand, no longer did dull blades klink and clang against a solid wall. no longer were the hours spent working on forms and talking about strategy and weak points. Now as day became night and the temperatures got cooler...there was a spark of metal meeting claws, and a flash of fire to be met by the crackling of electricity as it swirled around a delicate blue wrist and small hands gripping the intricate handles of a blade that could slice through the very air.
Fangs were bared, white eyes glowing in the ever-advancing darkness. It was like a very rugged and rough dance, fueled by passion, by anger, by a need and will to survive. At some point Masika found herself growling as she advanced to try and knock the volcano Leothaun off guard. It worked, and Thyra's claws deflected the sharp blade only to then lose her balance, staggering until she fell on her back. She was either rusty or Masika had a knack for the lighter weapons. Either way she lay there and smile as the Tempest approached her.
Masika's smile reflected that of Thyra's. This was her first victory...and though small, she could already feel that well of pride within her chest. She walked back to the ship that night saying nothing, but, she felt accomplished and felt as if she might just be on the path to knowing why Thyra said there was no love like the love of combat.
*Art by:
Element02
**Thyra belongs to:
Shewulf7
***Masika belongs to:
MasikaRayne
****
Leothauns are created by: 
thelostcause86
Still, following the warrior they came to an open space of flat ground. Mostly rock and sand, nothing around for several miles. There was no vegetation save for the tangle branches of an uprooted plant's corpse and Masika could not help but feel vulnerable out here though there was not a soul in site. A place like this just screamed "death"...and why Thyra saw beauty in such things, well, at the moment Masika could not even begin to understand.
"So, this Thing that the Captain speaks of. It ate her people? All of them?" Thyra asked as if it were just a general conversation. Masika nodded,"She says it was a beast the ancients of her peoples found in an old cave. The cave was a holy place...supposedly the birth place of the first of their kind. Every year the ancients made pilgrimage there, and one day, there the beast was. She does not know when the sacrifices started, only that, following the first shed of blood for the creature, her race saw a boom in all things: health, wealth, technology. they naturally just attributed it to the creature and never gave it a second thought..."
"...and now she is the last one." Thyra finished,"Like with most races, religion is what kept them blind, and now, she wants us to help her fix the mistake her kind created."
Masika just let out an irritated sigh. This temper of Thyra's was one day going to get her thrown from the ship. A part of her wanted to slap the volcano warrior for being so heartless...but, Thyra did have a point. They had never been told the true nature of Rias' mission. Masika was on the ship so that she might retrieve the piece of crystal Rias stole after said-mystery-mission had been done. And Thyra? Well, Thyra had joined for the companionship and the prospect of maybe returning to Qualdralis if she so felt like it...she had often told Masika she felt as if great battles awaited them if they followed Rias, and Thyra had missed the scent of blood and flow of adrenaline.
So, it wasn't as if Thyra was annoyed or even distressed over the chance that she might get herself killed, but rather, that Rias had not told he complete truth...at least had not told it to Masika.
Masika was no warrior and she knew it. The one time she had zapped Thyra on accident, the volcano Leothaun said it was only powerful enough to tickle, not even enough to stun an enemy. That electrcity dancing across her fingers was indeed more for show...a power that she had but that priestesses were forbidden to harness as a weapon or for harm. The only thing Masika knew how to wield was a pen...and even that she often wielded very badly. The expression of self-doubt and incompetence must have screamed a thousand words to Thyra as the bulking volcano Leothaun dropped the bundle she had been carrying with a loud "KLING" as it hit the rocky surface.
She walked over Masika placing a clawed hand upon the Tempest's shoulder: "I am born and bred for battle. Power and the thrill of combat runs through my veins. Fighting a God is thrilling to me...it gives me purpose, but, even then, I would not have dragged in others that I know never asked to be involved. I will gladly throw myself into situations where my death would make for funny stories around a hot pool, or would bring my family great honor to recall to those that come after me---but you, my friend...you are not me, I guess...I guess I just do not want you to get hurt." and Thyra let out a sigh before clearing her throat as silence engulfed them both: "You are not a warrior yet, Tempest. But, that doesn't mean that you can not become one."
Finally Thyra had reached down and the bundle was undone. Inside lay roughly made scrap weapons---most of them blunt round the edges as to not harm the people they were used on. The volcano Leothaun described how she had made these while perfecting the molds for her repair business back on the scrap moon, and that, she was glad she had kept them as they would be the instruments Masika used to train. Browsing the weapons there were all types...blades in sets, a small shield, a short sword, a blade big enough to kill a mount. there were axes and poles, spears, and even hooks.
Masika studied them all as Thyra gave the history of said-weapons...legendary Volcano Leothauns that had wielded such things in the past to take down ancient creatures in a battle that left them a title young children sang about.
Masika wondered what it was like...to live and breathe for such moments. To have a drive to do great things. It was only when she picked up her first weapon that she thought that maybe she might be able to one day understand. All she had to do was try hard enough, right?
In the weeks and months to come on that desolate desert planet of rock and red sand, no longer did dull blades klink and clang against a solid wall. no longer were the hours spent working on forms and talking about strategy and weak points. Now as day became night and the temperatures got cooler...there was a spark of metal meeting claws, and a flash of fire to be met by the crackling of electricity as it swirled around a delicate blue wrist and small hands gripping the intricate handles of a blade that could slice through the very air.
Fangs were bared, white eyes glowing in the ever-advancing darkness. It was like a very rugged and rough dance, fueled by passion, by anger, by a need and will to survive. At some point Masika found herself growling as she advanced to try and knock the volcano Leothaun off guard. It worked, and Thyra's claws deflected the sharp blade only to then lose her balance, staggering until she fell on her back. She was either rusty or Masika had a knack for the lighter weapons. Either way she lay there and smile as the Tempest approached her.
Masika's smile reflected that of Thyra's. This was her first victory...and though small, she could already feel that well of pride within her chest. She walked back to the ship that night saying nothing, but, she felt accomplished and felt as if she might just be on the path to knowing why Thyra said there was no love like the love of combat.
*Art by:
Element02**Thyra belongs to:
Shewulf7***Masika belongs to:
MasikaRayne****
Leothauns are created by: 
thelostcause86
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Doodle
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Size 1280 x 1071px
File Size 353.8 kB
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