Odd Company [CLOSED]

[Reyn]

Jonathan Reynhart had never thought that he would be chosen to become one of the few elves blessed with having a beast. It was a sign of changes and of advancement. If Reyn was able to locate his mount he would be promoted from Private and be shifted to a different unit, probably a cavalry unit. Reyn squirmed with excitement as he entered the forest garbed in simple clothing with only a spear for protection. Being without armor was an odd sensation, but one he had to get used to. The battles were slowing down which meant he would have more time to himself. Reyn pursed his lips together, finding the notion strange. As he thought about what he could do his feet carried him. It was a terrible habit that often got him into strange situations.

The habit carried him deep into the forest and eventually to the pool that was his destination. The serene surroundings captured his attention and he found himself looking out onto the silvery pool of water. It seemed to glow with power, though everything else was shrouded in shadows. Reyn lifted his hand and willed his energy into it. Soon it was shrouded in light, providing him with enough illumination to see. He glanced over the rest of the surrounding area wondering where he should start looking. He hadn't the foggiest idea how an elf was supposed to find his beast. Sure, he had heard a few tall tales and such but nothing that was concrete proof on the proper way to go about it. He pursed his lips together, suddenly feeling discouraged.

He stabbed his spear into the ground and then raised his unlit hand to his mouth. Cupping it he shouted, "C'mere Beasty!" The process was repeated for seven minutes before he eventually gave up and sighed, reprimanding himself for such stupidity. He frowned as he looked around, wondering just how long it was supposed to take. What if they had made a mistake? What if he wasn't meant that he wasn't supposed to have a beast? The thought was like an arrow to his heart. That would spell disaster for him. In this one night all of his dreams would be dashed. He shook his head, refusing to let that happen. Reyn would find his beast or remain in the forest until he did.

You sure a strange little thing.

Reyn froze as a thought that was not his own bubbled to the top of his consciousness. He glanced around, seeing nothing but darkness. He gnawed on his lower lip as he moved forward, his light extended. As he walked his free hand grasped his spear, holding it at the ready. His boot clad feet crept along the ground as best as possible as he searched for whatever had caused the thought. "Come out," he said as he glanced around. Whatever owned the voice purred, not unlike a cat. It's tone was distinctly feminine.

Is that really how one with desires such as your's adresses his only hope? Come now Reyn, you should know better than that. In the dimly lit area golden eyes opened. They were predatory. Reyn held his breath as they rose and then moved towards him. The beast before him was terrifying. It was a large Gyrfalcon, it's head adorned with horns of a stag. Reyn's crimson eyes opened and his jaw dropped. Please pick up your jaw dear. It is most unbecoming of a knight. Reyn did as he was told and walked toward the beast, his heart beating faster.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice being much more confident than his body was. The beast laughed, it's chest rumbling with force. It walked forward and touched it's beak to Reyn's head in a gentle manner.

I am your future and what bloody future it will be. It said, it's tone a soft caress. Reyn shivered as he eyed the beast carefully. I am your Beast. My name is Crimson though I already now you'll butcher it. Now, stop being so daft and get on. You need to return soon, am I correct? Reyn nodded and then walked forward. He swung his legs over Crim's, the beast's shortened name, body and found that it was quite comfortable. No doubt he would still need a saddle though.His thoughts left Reyn unprepared for what happened next. With little warning Crim shot off from the ground, her wings flapping slowly.

Reyn could feel her muscles work beneath him and found the sensation of flight odd. It upset his stomach and made him anxious. He gulped as he looked down at the ground. "I'm gonna die," he said to himself, closing his eyes. Crim laughed heartily at her owner's fright. He clung to her as she flew, wishing that he had at least received a warning. It had taken Reyn three hours to make it to the forest on foot. With Crim he made it back in little more than five minutes. The duo landed on top of the castle. The landing, to Reyn's relief, was much softer than take off. Awaiting them was an older man with a scar going down his face. Reyn hopped off of Crim and saluted.

"Congratulations Private Reynhart," he said as he stepped forward and presented Reyn with a scroll. "Your new orders." Reyn blinked as he undid it and looked upon it. He read over them and trembled.

Private Jonathan Reynhart, member of the Queen's Fifteenth Regiment Light Infantry is hereby transfered to the Queen's Twenty Eighth Airborn Cavalry under the new rank of Corporal.

Reyn felt weak. He had earned a higher rank but now he was supposed to fly!? He swayed back and forth before falling against Crim. Oh, you'll love flying, she said cheerfully.