A Warrior through and through

The library.

Clementine removed the hood from her head, revealing her long black hair that reached her waist. She had kept herself well these past few years. Her skin, though pale, radiated an aura of health and youth. Her figure was still as I remembered, curvy and perfect in all aspects. Her face was divine with high cheekbones and thin, but soft lips. There was a reason they called her the manslayer.

"I need my scythe if I am going to kill Tor," I said.

"Where is it," she asked.

"Home," I answered.

"Then we need to send word to Adira as soon as possible," She says as she purses her lips in thought.

"The library. It's only a day's ride away." I say. She looked at me for a second then her face lit up as she caught on.

"It's been a while since I've seen old Dara," she says.

"He'll be over the moon when he sees us," I grin.

"You want to race?" she askes, smiling wickedly.

"You don't have a horse,"

"Who said I needed one. Hold my cloak," she responds as she removes the piece of clothing and hands it to me. She then closes her eyes and looks up to the sky.

Suddenly, she dove forward. It was graceful, somewhat professional lest for the fact that she did not have her hands in front of her. I took a sharp breath as I see her falling face-first to the ground. But what touches the ground is not a person at all. In place of clementine was a sabre tooth cat the size of Auster. Her fur was white with black patterns. Her eyes were the same as when she was human. As suddenly as her transformation, she took off running towards the library.

For the second time in a very long while, I laughed as I mounted Auster. Full of arcane energy, I could feel that she wanted to run too.

"Run like the wind," I told her as I led her easily to a full gallop.

She did not disappoint.