Use Your Words!

ashe I've got a jet black heart And there's a hurricane underneath it it Ashe had called Cel insane at least twice, if not more than that, when she'd been told what exactly she was doing. The fire-haired woman wanted to talk to the demon that had so grievously wounded every warrior that faced off with it. That she and Koel had escaped unscathed had been nothing short of luck and quick thinking, and Ashe had not been keen on repeating the experience until they were better equipped to defeat the fucking thing. Maybe she should talk to Ronin about it.. Koel too? The wolf snuffed uncomfortably at that thought. She wasn't sure how she felt about actually approaching anyone just yet. As it stood, Celosia had only just found her by a chance encounter. Now the black wolf padded by her friend's side, golden eyes locked sharply ahead of her. She didn't speak - that's not what she was here for. She was here to make sure the former duchess didn't get herself killed with all her diplomacy nonsense. If Ashe had her way, she'd leave the stupid beast alone until they knew exactly how to kill it. She glanced up at Cel as she trot along to her brisk pace, her harness bags shifting with each movement of her legs. The straps had been refined finally, crossing in an X over her chest into a loop around her middle - easy to wear in her original skin too. The shewolf turned her gaze ahead to that looming spire, unable to help the way her hackles bristled at the sight of it. Perhaps the key to getting out of this place, out into a bigger world she could lose herself in, lay in that spire... but she had no doubt the demon needed to die before they could get anywhere. Ashe pulled to a sharp halt in the dirt, and her spider gave a small sound of protest from where it had nestled herself in her fur along her shoulder. Her ears swiveled, head picking up as she scanned the wasteland that surrounded the spire. Tap...tap...tap. A low growl rumbled from her chest as it sounded again and then? Then her lip curled back from her teeth as Archebold Cobb appeared before them. Ashe knew that Cel was friendly with the former captain, but she immediately shifted, spider chittering in protest as it quickly nestled itself into her hood upon her standing on two legs. Her jaw set, eyes narrowing upon Archebold as he greeted them. Curiosity. She supposed she was, but she was here to keep Cel alive, to see if she could learn anything more about killing the beast without any of them being killed in the process. She didn't respond, but she stared up at him with a wary sort of defiance. The sound of her heart thudding in her chest filled her ears. Little one. Her lip feathered with the thread of a snarl, but she kept herself in check. Barely. Breathe, she told herself. Breathe, breathe, breathe. She started walking again, but she remained where she could see Archebold, fire-blue eyes tracking him. As if you could do anything about it if he decided to snap your neck, idiot girl. "Celosia wants to have a chat with the demon," Ashe said tersely, keeping one eye on the spire and the other on the bloodfiend. Or.. what was it the locals called them? Ascended?