Dark Blaze

Chapter 26

Elàyñiā rushed to the halls to find Jhàrold from all the unusual kinds of sylvan texture entrances along with the aspects of the hall. She can track the sense of her not rather a nice friend - the crapulent scent she can gasp and her blade can feel. They stay in Inn for one night after the long journey to find Kristinov and the allies of Malice as well as the mischievous Queen. They slept in a different room for privacy, Elàyñiā does not like having a pal sleeping beside her - she preferred being alone and accomplishing her quests for the Gods. The Inn was nigh bosky so it means it was standing in the middle of nowhere but various people kept up here at this Inn for beers in tankards.

Elàyñiā smashed the door open sans knocking at the door first. She booted it tough with her sharp leg that is suited to metallic sabaton. "There you exist! Will you halt hiding pray thee from the Great Angel!" She clapped seeing him kissing a stranger, a raven hair beautiful blithe pale woman that is still dazed from drunkenness, and both of them have nothing on them above the wrinkle coverings. With the smack of their lips at last they finally finished kissing their ruddy brims one another as they heard a loud thump coming from the entrance.

Jhàrold grinned and clasp the woman's waist with a daze and insanity on his drowsy smile. The woman lifts the verge of the crumple sheets to coat her bosom and swiveled her head to the left sans a smile like Jhàrold's drowsy and gloomy behind the intoxication. "Oh, By my troth, I will bit commit to hooking with pulchritude ladies ever again" He giggled silently and confessed it seriously but sarcastic while his left hand raised giving rise to a dissimulate vow. "I apologize Sir Aerith" The woman moved her chin down, falling her raven hair to her shoulder and chest, while she was giving forgiveness for what she have done - she did not remember what she performed last night but haze and euphoria.

"You heed her, Jhàrold, we do not have much time to carry to strode wayfarer to find the miscreants!" Elàyñiā yelled, making her wings almost spread by themselves from anger from waiting and tiredness - while her brow pushed down and her chin started to crease, she strives to soothe herself. The woman nodded and Jhàrold undertook to kiss her again but she refuses to perform so. "Aww, my darling, do not be uneasy I perform not to bite" He whispered to her ears with a soft alluring tone - bringing about her to push him. Few tears fall on her cheeks encircled with printed lips as well as her soft torso. The woman felt remorse for pushing him - she felt she was sexually assaulted because she served not to believe that she prevailed herself last night. Jhàrold kisses her shoulder as he brushed her ebony strands set above the shoulder.

"Cease this nonsense, Jhàrold!" Elàyñiā screeched with the unrest of cannot hold within, she could not behold the mortal getting hound by him and the moment she could not take it - she takes out her glaive. A celerity move presents oneself - faster like the flash of enormous lightning above the misty firmament. Jhàrold grasp an air, beholding the verge of a blade pointed to his forepart neck. The woman pants from frightening after not seeing Elàyñiā move straight toward them with fulguration, so suddenly that she stride towards them shortly. "Stop or Perish?" Elàyñiā whispered as she grip the handle of her glaive so tightly, that she can grate from outrage.

"Come on Mighty, I thought we were friends?" He grinned with his hand raised as he shove his body to the edge of the bed while the glaive from the Angel still pursue. "You woman bring yourself out of here" Elàyñiā glimpse her fury eyes at the woman and tell her to get out so she can talk to the drowsy knight privately. The woman followed her, she step her foot below the planks of the bed and coated her body with her cold hand as she strolls away. "What in the misery is your crisis now?" Jhàrold said as he push the pointed blade to his neck with his finger and then gradually stood up out above the bed. "Beshrew thee, we need to hurry on and you are spending my moment here!" She yelled while putting back her glaive to the belt that holds the holder of her brand for long. The woman walked away fast, the moment she finally arrayed while eavesdropping on them arguing at the corner. The woman tip-toed soon as she gets nigh to the exit of the room sans peeking behind - she felt ingrate.