Zavien
Making his way through the village, Zavien rolled his shoulders, feeling sore after his bout with Hadama. The man could really fight so he'd come to find refreshments then head home to rest. His tired eyes scanned the unique building structures and Fae that freely roamed about them. Having never been to the Greatwood in general, he found everything extremely fascinating. The fact that the culture was flourishing despite the dangerous woods around them was evidence enough of its draw. He even spotted a few bold merchant tents along the main walkway, including what appeared to be a fortune teller.
His eyes followed curiously as she walked out her latest client, although his own attention was quickly caught by something behind her at the edge fo the tent. An inky black snake was making its way towards the woman. It lifted up, fangs dripping in preparation to strike after having waited so patiently in the bush. And the stranger seemed completely unaware. A stab of panic ran through him. Without a second thought, Zavien rushed forward, yelling, "Watch out!" Instincts kicked in and his sword was suddenly in his hand as he lunged. The Dragoon put himself between her and the snake, slashing out his blade to fling it away. However, the snake didn't go without a fight. A loud hiss followed its writhing figure as it was flung towards the tree line. Its twisting body coiled around to grant him a final hiss of frustration before retreating to find easier prey.
Zavien sighed, turning to make sure the woman was intact. "Are you okay? It didn't get you, did it?" His quick inspection showed no immediate injuries, even as he noticed his own hand begin to throb. He ignored it, green eyes intent on the fortune teller, making sure she wasn't harmed in any way.
His eyes followed curiously as she walked out her latest client, although his own attention was quickly caught by something behind her at the edge fo the tent. An inky black snake was making its way towards the woman. It lifted up, fangs dripping in preparation to strike after having waited so patiently in the bush. And the stranger seemed completely unaware. A stab of panic ran through him. Without a second thought, Zavien rushed forward, yelling, "Watch out!" Instincts kicked in and his sword was suddenly in his hand as he lunged. The Dragoon put himself between her and the snake, slashing out his blade to fling it away. However, the snake didn't go without a fight. A loud hiss followed its writhing figure as it was flung towards the tree line. Its twisting body coiled around to grant him a final hiss of frustration before retreating to find easier prey.
Zavien sighed, turning to make sure the woman was intact. "Are you okay? It didn't get you, did it?" His quick inspection showed no immediate injuries, even as he noticed his own hand begin to throb. He ignored it, green eyes intent on the fortune teller, making sure she wasn't harmed in any way.
Success is not guaranteed,
but the willingness to fight for it is.
but the willingness to fight for it is.
