55th Ymiden 717
Fridgar wandered in bear form, it was superior for transportation. His paws would not tire as fast, though he didn't know why. Perhaps it was because he had four on the ground at once? Whatever the case, he had a mission to accomplish. He'd managed to drag Aeon into some hunting in the north, they had been travelling for dozens of trials. In return, he promised that they beast they hunted would not be killed, instead, he would only take a portion of the creature's body to make a totem. Travel had become a pain while living in a land so broad, especially because he was out to hunt down every beast out there and make a totem.
They'd entered the mountainous regions long ago, their goal: the sohr khal. Kaiserion, Alistair's ex-slave, possessed one of these totems and managed to fly Fridgar and Alistair to the east from Ne'haer. It was during that journey that he discovered that the beast's come from the north, the cold mountains. They often made the caves and great trees their homes. From experience, flying on Kaiserion's back, Fridgar knew that they were incredibly fast. The sohr khal made the journey twice as fast, they had arrived before he even knew what happened.
One such beast would be difficult to kill, let alone capture it and allow it to live. Thankfully, Kaiserion had offered some advice; aim for the wings and tail. "We need a plan going in to this..." He utilised Echo. His voice would emanate from the bear, though its mas did not move. "That thing is gonna be fast, I don't know how you're gonna land an arrow..." he explained with a few low grunts from the beast he had become. The journey had been mostly quiet as Fridgar wanted to conserve Ether, spamming echo would have achieved the direct opposite of that, even if it were a cheap ability.
"My buddy, the one that told me about these things, he said we should aim for the tail and wings. But I don't know how preserved you want to keep this thing," it was a simple enough target, right? A long windy tail and a twenty-five-foot wing span, how could they miss? "I think I could manage to bite its tail and anchor it in this form, especially if I use Palenon," he offered, though there was no guarantee that he wouldn't snap a part of the creature off accidentally.
"Maybe then, you can clip it with some arrows or something? Sure, you'll need to let it time to heal, but at least we'll have it. What do you say?" The bear flashed a grin to Aeon, Fridgar was probably excited to have a hunting partner.
Meanwhile, the intended beast walked on foot. It had been many trials since it last ate, the Mutanaxus saw to that. It needed to preserve its strength if it were to survive. All it would need is to find an elk or three to consume and replenish its energy. sadly, the Mutanaxus had eaten most of those two. As though eating the cattle of the free tribesmen wasn't enough for the overgrown lizards.
The fellow lizard-bird loomed around nine feet long with its similar length tail dragging effortlessly behind it. It's red-feathered wings were folded close to its form, making its thin noodle-like body appear bigger to the unknowing eye.
The pale wings of death, that was what the Lotharen called the Mutanaxus. Not only were the big bastards nearly impossible to kill, but they'd driven half of his kind to letting themselves be captured by the jeger. While it had considered letting itself be captured, it also knew that it would be sacrificing its freedom so that it could carry around some fat two leggers. But when the options were servitude or starvation...
Chatter in the distance brought the beast to full attention. Its head would dart in the direction of the pair as they walked. With haste, the beast would scamper and slink its way up a tall tree with such grace and finesse, disappearing quickly without a sound. It would wait in the branches and assess the situation.
