@regalisdux | Starter Call
Drawing the short straw seemed to be one of Ranulf’s less desirable skills. Sometimes, he wondered if fate just had a liking of seeing him struggling, but always being gracious enough to let him live for another day. Thinking back on some situations that occured, he could count himself as unlucky and lucky at the same time. Unlucky, because he was often forced to dive into downright suicidal missions and fight against enemies that were way too strong for him. Lucky, because he always escaped these particularly difficult predicaments in the last moment.
Although his current predicament wasn’t nearly as live-threathening as others he could mention, he couldn’t say that he was happy about it either.
It’s been roughly a year and a half since he’d joined Ike and Soren in their travels. They had gone through a lot; not that any of that compared to their battle against a goddess and their disciples (yet, at least), but it still wasn’t a walk in the cake. Right now, this was one of those moments.
During their travels, they’ve stumbled across a strange gate that seemed out of the world. Soren had shown interest in taking a closer look at it and neither Ike nor him had opposed the idea.
Somehow though, they’ve ended up in a completely different location altogether. At the same time, they’ve lost each other as well, so right now, Ranulf was all by his lonesome self.
“It’s just one thing after the other, huh? Well, at least it’s never boring around Ike, I’ll have to give him that...”
Didn’t make the situation any less frustrating, though. Especially with all these new scents he picked up in this forest. It made sniffing out his friends all the harder.
However, his hearing sense was still functioning normally and as he picked up footsteps from afar, his ears twitched eagerly. Although the heaviness of the footsteps sounded more like Ike, they still weren’t quite it. Whether it would be one of his companions or not, it was a start - better than to walk around here aimlessly without any orientation whatsoever.
Walking through the forest following the footsteps, it didn’t take him long to finally be near the person he’d picked up. His heterochromatic eyes caught onto blue hair and for a moment, he thought he’d found Ike at least. However, his nose told him that this was definitely not Ike’s scent. Upon a second glance, Ranulf noticed several things that didn’t fit - no bandana, a white cloak, trained but not to the extend Ike was...
Still, it was surprising that they did look a little bit alike. What were the chances he’d run into someone who could be mistaken as Ike from afar?
Either way, it wouldn’t hurt to ask the beorc where he was and if he’d seen any of his friends. Thus, he walked out of the bushes and held up a hand in a friendly gesture.
“Hey there, beorc. You wouldn’t happen to know where we are, right? It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but it seems like as if I’ve completely lost my way... and my companions, as well.”
Ranulf scratched his cheeks as he grinned amiably. His ears twitched slightly as his tail swayed to and fro.
“Did you see them anywhere, by any chance? One of them has blue hair, wears a bandana and he’s packed with muscles. The other one is a black-haired little guy. Has an awfully stern look on his face, it’s rather distinguishable.”
His eyes glanced over to the stranger’s shoulders, blinking a bit. He never saw this kind of brand on anyone before. Either he was someone magically adept - which was a bit doubtful, given the sword by his side - or a Branded stood in front of him. Well, not like it had ever mattered to him, really. Especially knowing how the prejudice against them came into existence. Though Queen Nailah did mention that those people lived in peace with them... which was nice.
“Oh yeah, I should introduce myself if I’m already asking for help, huh? I’m Ranulf, a Laguz from a far-away nation called Gallia. Nice to meet you.”
