WARNING! GRAPHIC THEMES (GORE AND VIOLENCE).
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Anthony could feel as if his soul will leave his body any moment from now. He could only hear his throat releasing a blood-curdling scream; he is clinging his dear life to the fur of a Fenrir—a mythical beast that is one of Artemisia's familiar. It's currently giving them a rather very swifty ride. Artemisia told them that she'll train them how to use their powers. Especially Anthony—who has the most responsibility of all—free some souls on which he's not sure if he could accomplish.
He's with Aegir, Vin, and Artemisia and fortunately, they fit perfectly on their current mode of transportation. Although that transportation can gnaw a person to bits and pieces. He couldn't even understand why Aegir is okay with all of these. The cat is even sightseeing to the view; eyes sparkling in excitement while the darn bunny, Vin—he even has the guts to feel sleepy even if they're riding a BEAST not a car, but a freaking beast!
The beast is massive, for Anthony, its size is that of two grizzly bears. It has an ashen fur with hints of black and white in its back, neck and legs. Its face surprisingly resembles that of a wolf but with a more menacing aura and crimson colored eyes.
And yes, it sure is a mythical beast. Anthony has many questions and doubts but... does he have a choice? Certainly not.
He could only fix his gaze to the creature and convince himself that it's just a very oversized dog.
In this world, apart from creatures just like Aegir and nymphs, there's also mythical creatures that do not belong to the races of the guardians nor they're one of the guardians. They are creatures who remained neutral and independent over the millennium. They earned their rights to exist without being asked to choose sides because their powers are equal or can exceed the power of a guardian especially if they were given a chance to further evolve.
Mythical creatures are once normal animals or creatures exposed in an abnormal amount of magic. If they could survive the exposure—they'll evolve.
"Are you okay? " Anthony heard Aegir's voice. Aegir just sat next to him. Aegir could see Anthony's face that resembles a ghost; pale and almost his blood is running away from his body. His hands were also shaking.
Fortunately, they're sitting and Aegir is quite sure that there's no strength left on his master's legs for him to properly stand.
Aegir just shook his head in mixture of disappointment and pity to his master. He put his hand on his master's shoulder and gently tapped it for moral support.
Anthony's usual messy bun hairdo now turned into a mess, his bangs covering his eyes and as if he can now eat his own hair strands.
He's certainly not okay! No way! No freaking way!
And as if the Fenrir found his misery a glee—it increased its pace. And just like a damsel in distress or worst a banshee—Anthony screeched.
"No! Fuck! Fuck! I am dying!" Anthony doesn't know what to think and feel anymore nor he could hear how noisy he is at the moment.
He could feel like his skin will peel off from his body if the speed will remain as it is. To make things worse, their transportation is running on the damn sky! According to Artemisia, it is to avoid traffic and unnecessary inconvenience to other people who will not see it anyways.
They're using a magic that distorts reality but it couldn't restore damages if ever the furry canine appendage hit some or the cars or buildings—or people.
Anthony could feel his palm sweating and he just hoped his grasp would not slip. "Fuck! So high! So high! " he almost chanted. He could feel his lips run dry already from screaming and his heart felt like it wanted to escape from his chest.
Anthony wouldn't dare to set his eyes below. The fear of falling and dying on the spot just intensifies. He can clearly say what's there below: Tall buildings and skyscrapers of New Gorgon each made from glass and metal. One wrong fall, his bones will be powderized and a chance of no survival. And if he's unlucky enough, he might fall on the new mall being constructed. Being skewered by the metal poles surely is not fun!
Artemisia, who is absolutely amused by the reaction, laughed heartily. "Don't worry, we're near. You need to be okay, boy. We'll need you." Artemisia tapped her familiar's head; seemingly consoling the beast and not him who desperately needed it the most.
"We'll enter one of the alleys. Hopefully with you around, we'll be able to free those souls, " she continued, leaning her body forward as she set her eyes firmly to the direction leading to one of the alleys of New Gorgon.
She removed her hands out of her familiar and arranged the sleeves of her vest. Realizing that her braid is near to becoming undone; she took the tie off and untangled her braid, changing her hairstyle into a more comfortable high ponytail.
Aegir, in awe of Artemisia not scared of falling from the beast, cleared his throat to speak. "How can you still move and not fall? My master here..." Aegir motioned his lips to Anthony's sorry direction. "...is clinging on to his dear life. I am afraid your familiar will go bald after this. " Due to Aegir's statement, not only Artemisia found herself snickering but also Vin who was rubbing his eyes; trying his best not to sleep.
"Of course he is my dear companion. I trust him. I won't fall. " She smiled and even gave a thumbs up. "You should relax yourself too, boy, " she said, referring to Anthony who in turn didn't have the chance to give a reply because he is still busy croaking like a raven.
Artemisia, who commonly wore extravagant Victorian dresses and mysteriously eerie cloaks, now looked extremely casual and normal with her white polo topped with a blue vest in a checkered pattern and a white pants. She was not wearing any makeup but a subtle eyeliner used to define her eyes feature; it made her eyes look more naturally intense and highlighted her beautiful thick brows. She's also wearing lip balm, accentuating her natural pinkish lips.
And if Aegir looked feminine with his features, who could've thought he's not the only one who is blessed with androgynous features.
Amidst all the ruckus; the mode of transportation that is the cause of all these—the Fenrir, whose name is Alucard has the guts to yawn and howl softly. Not because he is bored but he's tired of all the dramas.
'What if I'll just throw this boisterous halfling below just like what he's fearing for me to do? '
A thought crossed the mythical beast's mind as he rolled his eyes and mouth in a tight frown.
He's already doing them a favor to cater their heavy asses, of course apart from his master; yet he couldn't have a moment of peace.
If Anthony's throat hurts from all the screaming—the poor Fenrir feels like he'll go deaf and bald after the ride is over.