The shuffle of two feet were heard in the dark, and cold forest. A cloaked figure, garbed in red, kept warm with a floating flame by her side. The fire illuminated brightl, so that her path would be lit a few feet or so. It would flicker every now and then due to the wind. She couldn't blame the weather, especially since it was her decision to wander off during the later months of Autumn.
Anything to get away from that old life of her's. Empty, dull, and lifeless. Every day seemed to drag along, with the hours of the sun. Then again, what was the point of it rising, if she would continue on with the same old routine. More experiments, and research. How could one enjoy their life if the only thing they ever do, was willed upon you, just because of your family's name?
A swirling mass of leaves blew her way, as the bellow of a beast sounded from behind a thick brush. Any leaf that wandered near her, would be burned to a crisp as a single spark from the lone fire jumped out. Staring at the ground with a bored look, her vermillion eyes slowly made their way back up. Snapping every branch and twig in her path, she pushed through the collection of shrubs and tree, and stumbled upon a scene.
Two figures standing underneath the moonlight; one, a hulking beast, with a snout fitting for a wolf, but a body belonging to an overgrown bear. And a woman, sporting a skin tight dark suit, purple thigh high boots, and a jacket. Her short silver hair was adorned with a lone strand that stood straight in the air. In her right hand, she wielded a longsword, with four protrusions sticking out of the edge like fangs.
As the beast lunged at her, she effortlessly moved out of the way, with a small crackle of yellow following her. Intrigued by what she was using, the cloaked woman snapped her fingers. With it, came an enhanced version of her five senses. With each movement of the warrior, a trail of electricity would follow her. The blade itself seemed to be enchanted with the element.
Despite the beast's size, its claw swipes were one to be reckoned with. That's what she thought, until the woman moved in, and with the kick of her heel, sent the beast sprawling to the side. Amazed by the sight, a small smile cracked on her lips. The silver haired warrior rushed to the being. It was defenseless; the perfect moment for a counter attack. Just as she reached it, the blade was dropped to the side carelessly, and her boot went smashing into what she presumed to be its neck. A loud clang, followed by a whimper sounded throughout the small clearing.
Getting back up to her feet, the silver haired warrior picked up a golden amulet that was shattered thanks to her kick. The sound of rustling grass was heard right besides her, and she noticed it was the creature, unharmed from the devastating attack. "Sorry about that." She smiled, placing a behind its ears. Scratching the fluffy mess of fur, the creature let out what appeared to be a serious of pants, as it soon began licking her cheek. Before she knew it, the thing had tackled her to the ground, and nuzzled her with a ferocity of a pup.
All that could be heard was her laughter as the animal showed her affection. Contemplating on whether or not to come out of hiding, she was suddenly knocked over by a small bolt of lightning. It packed quite the punch, and made a groan escape her lips. As soon as she opened her eyes, the silver haired woman was seen standing over her. Those deep seated emerald eyes gazed down at her.
"Mind telling me what you're doing here?" She asked. Struggling to get up, the cloaked woman frantically grasped at the trees to gain leverage. "I…was just…" Her voice trailed off. It was obvious that she had no social skills whatsoever. Especially since she spent her time locked up in her laboratory. "You were, what?" She questioned yet again, her eyes narrowing down at her.
"Observing…" Finishing, the red cloaked figure finally got up, on weak knees. "I...don't mean to cause trouble. If there's something wrong, I can-" A loud growl came sounding from her stomach. Despite being seen as a genius from her family, she forgotten the essentials of survival. Tipping over her red hat witches hat, she excused herself from the scene.
Sighing to herself, the silver haired woman ran over to pick up her weapon, and made her way back to the cloaked figure. Cutting her off at a corner, she was left panting. "H-Hey! You can't just leave!" She yelled, trying to regain her breath. Tilting her head in confusion, the witch's expression had one of mild interest. "Look, I can tell you've been through some tough times, but you wouldn't mind if I treated you to some dinner, right?"
"Is...this...one of those things people call...dates...?" Mentioning the name itself caused the warrior's face to paint itself red. The bright red stains on her cheeks weren't those of the cool, collected, and albeit, cocky woman. "N-No, that isn't….I mean, it probably…" Groaning in frustration, she stamped her heel into the ground. "All I want, is to make sure you're well fed." She admitted.
Still not fully understanding the gesture, she just shook her head. "You and I...just met. How is this...appropriate? You shouldn't care about me." She countered. Opening her mouth, the thought was interrupted as the silver haired woman hacked at a nearby tree. The steel sank into the bark deeply, scarring it. "Let's go get some late night dinner!" The witch said cheerfully out of character.
Smiling at her, the silver haired woman pulled the weapon out of the tree, before it came tumbling down. A loud thud sounded throughout the forest, sending a small shockwave across the area. "Great! Don't want to keep you waiting." She said, leading her out of the forest. Walking down a dirt road, the town lights nearby shined in the dark of night, like stars.
With her weapon sheathed into its scabbard, the warrior turned her head to face the witch. "The names Pamela." She introduced herself. Her companion, on the other hand, was too nervous to greet her. Pulling up on the oversized collar on her dress, she hid behind the wall of clothing. "I see you're not one for talking." Pamela joked, scratching the back of her head.
"Sh...She…." A few mumbles escaped her, as she tried her best answering the warrior. Smiling apologetically at her, the silver haired woman shook her hands. "It's fine if you don't want to answer. I only wanted to know your name." Feeling a sense of guilt well up inside her, the witch stared at the ground. She was really trying her best to make herself as small as possible.
Shrugging, Pamela grinned as she sped up. Her walk was now a brisk jog, challenging the witch to speed up. This alarmed her. Was she just going to leave her after promising to treat her to something? Could someone be this cruel? Panicking, she began running to her. But what was considered running for her, was just jogging to the warrior. She wasn't the most physically fit due to her dependence on magic, and it showed.
She struggled to keep pace with her as they made it into town. Unluckily enough for her, she was lost now. With no sight of Pamela anywhere. Shaking from exhaustion, she leaned against the wall of a tavern. Heavy breaths of air sent puffs of cold smoke blowing out. Exhausting her magical resources thanks to the lack of energy, she trudged through the doors. Inside, was a brightly lit room, with a fireplace warming it up. The tavern keeper was too busy cleaning out mug to notice her drag herself to a booth.
Her eyes grew heavy with sleep, making it difficult for her to keep them open. Once she made it to the comfy cushioned seat, her hat fell to the side, and she slipped into slumber.