Tags: Ithiel Vi'Dreya
The man looked down, as his companion started dusting himself off from the snow. A rather pointless goal, seeing as they were in a blizzard, and couldn't see ten metres infront of them. He marched promptly over to the White Maw, grabbing one of his sabers, and drew a line around it in the snow, marking it. He then walked back over to Ithiel, and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and held out his hand. His other saber flew out and into the opened hand, then he clipped it back on his belt. He then looked at his companion again.
"Great big bugs the size of a man, and a Queen the size of a rancor. Got teleported right inside their hive. Not. Fun. I also found that big cat over there."
He pointed to the fried corpse of the giant sabre tooth, by the White Maw, just as it folded back, and threw snow into the air. He stared at it for a few moments, then looked back, and gratefully accepted the fur, nodding thankfully.
He pulled the fur over him, and it helped ease the freezing cold. He felt his bones warm slightly. He then looked back at Ithiel, and towards where he was pointing. He wiped his visor clean, and switched on thermals. Nothing. He then switched to Night Vision. Nothing. Then he switched to infrared, and a large mass appeared. Definitely the right size for their group. He then clicked the infrared off, and reached into his bag, pulling out night vision/thermal/infrared goggles, pushing them into Ithiel's hands. He pulled the hood of his cloak back over his head, the thinner fur wrapped around him under it.
"Large mass of sigs. Only appear on infrared. Right size for the group that came with us. Let's go."
The large sith joined his nephew in trudging through the snow. It was considerably harder due to the heavy boots he was wearing. He had thought they might act as snow boots to some degree. Boy was he wrong. The only heat they had was from his lightsaber, as they trudged on. Side by side. Taramaz wiped his visor again. His hood had blocked most of it, but not all. He switched back into infrared, then night vision, then thermal again. Still nothing from night vision, the blobs had gotten bigger in infrared as they got closer. But the thermal vision picked up two large heat signatures, one about about fifteen metres tall, twenty five long, and another 3 metres tall, and eight long. The bigger one was easily bigger than a rancor, but it looked more bug like. He switched off the thermals, and looked ahead.
He could see two gargantuan shapes in the distance. They looked like Acklays, but one was a bit bigger, with tusks on it's head. They had a beautiful white and grey hide, and sleek bodies. Then they turned around, as they heard the two men approach. They had been making the noise Ithiel had followed. Then, before Taramaz knew what was happening, the larger Acklay started charging at him. He pushed Ithiel out of the way, but one of the tusks of the Acklay hit him, thankfully, nothing serious. He had pushed himself back enough to not get impaled, and hit the curved side, being knocked far and high as the Acklay came to a stop.
He came crashing down, landing right in the snow. Which thankfully stopped anything breaking on the way down. He then pushed himself up slowly, as the beast charged again. He rolled right before the beast hit him, right under it. Then he looked around for it. He couldn't see it at first. Then he looked up, and backed up. The beast had stopped right above him, it's legsblended in with the snowy background. Then it started following him, stabbing at him with it's front claws, going half a metre deep into the snow where he stood mere seconds before.
Then, he stumbled back, unable to keep backing up in the snow. The beast took this chance to stab at him again. Taramaz caught the claw right in between his palms. He struggled against the beast's superior strength. He then looked over at the smaller one, which was going at Ithiel. Then he put two and two together. The one he was fighting was the mother, and the smaller one was the child. Then he snapped back to reality, as the beast's claw was pushing him back. He let go, and dodged to the side, moving back more. The beast kept stabbing at him.
It was then he got the idea, he stood, and unravelled a length of his grapple line. The beast came close, and slapped it's claws into the ground behind him, trapping him. It lowered itself, and roared at him, then snapped at him. Then Taramaz moved back enough, and wrapped the line around the beast's tusks. He then detached the part holding the grapple, letting it swing loosely. He backed up again, and the beast stabbed down at him. He grabbed the claw, and changed it's course, making it hit the ground next to him, and go about a metre deep. He hugged the leg, and started climbing up onto the beast's back. He grabbed the grapple, and clipped it back onto his wrist. He grabbed the hook of the line like reins, and held the start of the line with his other. He put his hands on the beast's neck, calming it somehow.
He took the fur off of his torso, pulling it out from his cloak, and laid it down, tying it on with leather straps from his bag. It made it slightly comfier. He then looked at Ithiel, and yelled out.
"GRAPPLING HOOK IT! THEN GET ON, AND TRY TO CALM IT!"
He looked over at them, the beasts' head turning with his. It reminded him partly of his pet Ouroboros Krayt Dragon slightly. He rubbed the giant Frost Acklay, and crossed his legs, his hands placed on the beast. He used it's knowledge of the terrain to create a sort of map. He then focused himself, and started feeling around for the presences of those he felt before they travelled to this new universe. He found them after a few minutes, and stopped, getting in a comfy riding position again, and petted his new friend, as it started marching onward, towards the others.