76th Ymiden 717
Just twenty trials after their last hunt together, Fridgar had called upon Aeon once more. This time it was for something far more dangerous than a Sohr Khal or even a Scalv Ziemia... probably. Nearer to the date that Fridgar first returned to Gauthrel, one of these beasts maliciously trolled him and sought to devour him and his Scython’s whole. He'd ruptured out of there by the skin of his teeth, but ever since, he'd wanted one. He would become a giant of the plains and stomp about the place ferociously.
The first task would be to find one, capture its scent, then retreat and prepare before charging it with some sort of battle strategy. As such, the pair stood at the edge of the woods in the southern territories of Alfweyr. Aeon was saddling up to his three-legged Sohr Khal. Meanwhile, Fridgar had equipped his large pleated bag and Terrendyte axe, which slung nicely over his chest and back with a particularly crude sling fashioned from what appeared to be animal skin, likely a Scython. It tucked behind his bag as he approached a rather tall tree. He put his Llewnos totem in his mouth and cast echo, taking its finesse for a limited time.
One foot after a hand, Fridgar appeared to run up the bark of the tree on all fours. As he passed a particularly broad branch, he leaped from the bark in a powerful motion before landing deftly atop it. Skilfully, he removed his bag and slug it over one of the off shoot branched of the branch he stood on. Then, removing his axe, he slammed the edge into the main body of tree, sinking a good eight inches into the hardened tree flesh, sort-of holstering it. He then rummaged through his hanging bag and collected his Redbear and self totems. He cast a basic transformation with the Sohr Khal totem and assimilated the three totems of choice; Llewnos Fridgar Redbear.
he then deftly stowed away the Sohr Khal totem before standing atop the branch, perched like some sort of assassin wannabe. He stood fifteen feet tall on his hind legs, three feet above aeon's Sohr Khal, which was unnatural for the species. In fact, he appeared one fourth bigger than Aeon's in every measurement. FridKhal unfurled his wings, stretching his thirty-one-foot wingspan as he readied to take flight. He cast echo on the vocals of Fridgar before clicking his neck and adjusting to the form he'd assumed. "I'll be honest," he opened his blue eyes, "I kinda suck at flying, well I did when I was a falcon..."
He looked down to the human atop his own Sohr Khal, perched in the tree above. Somehow, his Sohr Khal form appeared more malicious, savage. Even seeming to radiate intimidation. This was of course due to the awakening of his spark as a master in becoming, this is also what caused his significant size difference. The apex predator is what he called it, as it gave him a significant edge over all the others of his species while also refusing the dedication of all prey totems.
"So I'd appreciate it if you took it slow while I try and keep up?" This time, the echo of his voice was accompanied by the usual squawk of the Sohr Khal, slightly aggressive just like all other forms. Had Aeon ever flown before? he could recall the knights in Rynmere sometimes used Volareons. "Have you ever flown, Ser Knight?" he asked, seemingly from the blue as he adjusted his feathers and warmed up his wings with various flapping motions. They hadn't spoke much of Aeon's past, though maybe they'd get a chance while flying.
"Or were the Volareon riders a different branch of the military or something?" he took an apparent interest in Rynmere's military. Once Aeon had answered, Fridgar would move on. "So the plan is to keep an eye out for either a giant fucker in the trees or the sound of thumping feet. We'll track him down and regroup here after I catch his scent. Okay?" Fridgar offered a nod, making sure that the human was on board with the plan. "Stick together and watch out for flying swords, cus these pricks are armed," he warned, or so the last one was. He wore a giant helmet and carried a sword, the last one.
Once they were ready, Fridgar paid extreme focus to the way that the Sohr Khal that aeon rode took off before trying it from the tree. He had to flap his wings rapidly, even use his Llewnos speed to make it work, but he'd catch himself and raise into the air, blowing massive gales through the trees as the pair took off with their powerful wingspans. Fridgar appeared clumsy and poorly, as though he didn't know what he was doing, flapping his wings every few trills in a frantic effort to stay in the sky.
