Her feet, wrapped in corded and scuffed leather, stepped across the ramp. Not because she was descending as some triumphant presence. Not because she had safely landed at intended target. Far from such dreams. No, she placed her foot on the ramp because she was stuck. Stuck in the mud and dirt and stuck in her frustration. Placing a hard forward kick on the living ship, feral teeth bared in a show of annoyance. Her father had shown her the way but now, without his guiding hand, she felt more lost than she ever had.
Breathing out hot huffs irritation, she glanced skyward towards the dark night. Towards stars in the sky, the very same that had promised to guide her. And now, with ship and expression crestfallen, she cursed these things too. There was no fortune in exile, no hopes in the path of excommunication. She had left them, everyone she knew, to seek out a vengeful path. And without the contrition expected from her clan, they forced her out - as if she had never been a piece that made them whole.
Curse the Singing Mountain. Curse the Misty Falls. Curse her father and curse his stupid ship. She lurched forward, immersed in anger, as she planted the toe of her left foot against the hull of the ship. The groan of metal and boot echoed through the empty night, palm trees and mist chiming with the sound of reptilian chirps and night fowl cooing. And then a tree moved, the groan turned into an earth shattering roar.
Sapphire eyes widened, brown furrowed, as her expression changed to one of steel. Reaching for her spear, with the sound of the hunt guiding her, she lunged forward and threw the spear with deadly accuracy. Whistling a soft murmur through the sky, the spear entered the dark of tree canopy only to be deflected, piercing the ground where moonlight cut through the haze. She looked down, looked back up, and yanked her short sword from it's scabbard. Orange eyes opened in the shadows, 30 feet from the ground, as a great beast moved out with arms as long as its body and teeth the size of common man.
A hardened gaze soften into despair and with teeth clutched, she managed to whisper a singular phrase. "By Allya." Rolling to her right, just in time, the hand came crashing down to smother earth and roots beneath heavy weight. Turning and with guided off hand, she stabbed the short sword down and through the massive paw. The other hand of the monster side swiped, sending her flailing through jungle vines and mud. Grimacing and coughing, she looked towards her ship and then back to the beast. It now stood between her and a useless vessel. And her sword. And her spear.
Clawing at the dirt, she turned and ran hard through the jungle. Hopping over logs, sliding beneath fallen trees and tangling vines, she let the guidance of the forest push every stride. That...and the sound of the roaring beast, knocking trees down behind her.