At the description of ‘violent purple beings’, Atlas frowned with detest at creature’s report. Waiting a bit impatiently for it to speak its’ completely false belief, she retorted quickly,
“Those things are hardly allies of Legion.” The woman explained with obvious loathing, “What you encountered was an enemy of humanity, a Maverick. They attack anything sentient in nature, so I’m glad you killed one of those bastards.” Perhaps she should have held back on her language, but those monsters…! Did not deserve formal respect.
Atlas held onto her hood a short moment longer before letting her arms to her sides. It would not fall again, what with her being shielded from the wind by this beast. Answering the latter question, “I have a weapon,” patting the side of her coat lightly, “but it’s not visible due to personal reasons.” Weapon, protection, armour; the euphemisms she used as names for her biometal were things to cut the conversation of it quickly with normal people. But…
This was hardly a normal situation, wasn’t it?
((For once I wrote my reply on the computer! >v>;;))
While describing her encounter with the purple-clad being from earlier, Stygi watched Atlas's expression carefully to gauge the human female's reaction in the hopes she wouldn't take the news too badly if the mechanical creations were indeed allied to this... 'Legion' she'd mentioned before. However, the more the wyvern spoke of the strange creature she'd then destroyed, the narrower the human woman's eyes became until at last her small crimson irises glowed like embers beneath her locks of equally fiery hair. Her body language had become tense once again, and Stygi noticed the woman's gaze settling on the fangs jutting out of her mouth while she spoke...
Picking up on the subtle sign of trepidation, the dark-scaled wyvern then leaned backwards a little to give the human woman some personal space, but Atlas just simply put up the top of her uniform. Consisting of a flap made of the same material as her coat, the fluffy white collar then surrounded her face to provide warmth as well as act as a physical barrier to shield her from the zinogre's sharp eyes. Fair enough. Stygi more than understood that were she in Atlas' position, she would probably be on edge as well.
But it was just then that Atlas spoke aloud, and far from appearing afraid, the burning anger in the human female's voice was unmistakable. Her words sent a chill down the black wyvern's spine that had nothing to do with the wintery weather around them, for the mere tone of her voice spoke clearly of the anger, disgust and hatred she felt for the purple-armored beings... even if Stygi couldn't quite understand some of the other words that Atlas had included in her tirade against the creatures. For a moment the wyvern was tempted to inquire further, but ultimately decided against it. It wasn't important anyway, but from that moment on, she resolved to kill every one of the metallic monstrosities she came across - if only to ensure they'd cause less trouble if humans weren't the only things they preyed upon...
"I... see. Thank you for telling me about these... Mavericks," Stygi replied, a little uncertainly before continuing on. Yet another word she'd hadn't heard before, and though her tongue curled around it awkwardly, she managed to say it accurately enough for her liking. "... and that you're capable of looking after yourself despite such creatures causing your village so much trouble. I might not see what kind of weapon you're carrying, but you speak like a warrior and I trust what you say," the Stygian Zinogre then remarked. Few people could convey such strong feelings in their voice alone, and though the wyvern felt that Atlas was still untrusting towards her, she was an honest individual and would most likely remain so for as long as the zinogre didn't impose a threat.
Satisfied that that Atlas was indeed prepared and capable of looking after herself, Stygi then stood up. It was still snowing hard, and even though the human woman was wrapped up warmly, she did not possess the tough scales, warm furs or thick hides that most creatures native to such lands would have in order to stay outside in such weather for extended periods of time.
"Well, I mustn't keep you out here any longer. No doubt you're feeling the cold even through your outfit, and it wouldn't be a good idea to stay out in the open while those... Mavericks are roaming," Stygi said, while glancing at the human woman's thick winter coat. It was a pleasing colour that suited the fiery-natured woman well, though for all its warm hues, it blatantly provided insufficient warmth or protection compared to her own natural armor of tough scales - which if Atlas ever felt, were not icy to the touch, but as warm as though they'd been touched by the heat of a summer's day.
