Recent content by Aeris Silversale

Aeris had pushed away from such emotional embraces in the past, but she had been too shocked and debilitated by grief to push Tristan away. She knew it was him the moment she realised she was not alone. He had become a good friend, as did Haka begin to grow on her, and so too did Iruna. Without...

From the edges of the clearing, passing trees that stood in place for decades, out came Aeris. She looked pale, paler than she usually was. Her eyes, bright against the smeared kohl, looked to where the Omen and his beast last stood. Slowly, she looked to Haka, then to Tristan. Aeris swallowed...

From where she was, alone and separated from her team, Aeris was frozen to the ground with fear as a voice rolled through the trees and spoke to her. No, not her. It was to the others in the clearing, but the power and threat that came from the figure seeped like a thick fog and ensured to...

Aeris had listened to Ensis when he told them to run. She ran, hoping to come across more Mourners, to plead with them for aid on what they had stumbled upon. Natural balance had become inflamed, unnatural, and she could not help but feel as if she were not built to handle this. Tears, of...

She should be grateful they were to go in pairs. Aeris could work with Iruna without problem, but if she were to assist Tristan and Haka, guilt would rise like bile within her when it became apparent she was only holding them back. Aeris had waved off Iruna's offered hand, a muttered "I'll be...

Fuck, she was tired. She could feel her arms weigh more in the seconds that had passed. That breath she had heaved into her lungs felt too heavy to expel, and her eyes flicked up to watch the unholy ghost of the Revenant seep from the mouth and hollowed spaces where eyes once were. It rose and...

Aeris had spent months becoming formidable with two blades. She had a talent at navigating her off hand just the same as her dominant, and plenty of Mourners tested her ability to wield dual swords in a fight. It made her a menace, feeding her satisfaction and power whenever she saw on her...

Wolf. Aeris had been about to claim her kill but the words never left her lips. She swallowed, surveying again. Wolves had always been a part of her life here, and her fascination for them would only get in the way when she knew she would be slitting the throat of an innocent wolf. No matter...

She stretched her fingers at her side, hoping no one could spy her keeping herself calm and present. Aeris should have been putting on a face depicting grief, but she could not bring herself to play pretend at that moment. An age, eons perhaps, and then the prayers were said and done. Loosing a...

Unease teased along Aeris' spine the moment her eyes spied the unnatural vision of animals and man. She felt something twist in her stomach, felt a heaviness press at her chest, and that breath she did not mean to gasp out warmed her helm. Tristan spoke the question she had just been forming...

No matter how large or minuscule happiness manifests in Parumora, it would not last in these parts. Shattered, torn apart, stifled. Robbed, even. For anyone to truly be happy here, you needed to rise above the heartbreak, the fear, the idea of your loved ones never coming back but perhaps in...

She was glad for her helm. It hid her true emotions, her genuine reaction to hearing Ensis put the traveling group on alert. Aeris was quick to stifle that fear, that dread that weighed upon her. She put on a determined smile, convincing herself that this change in energy was to be welcomed...

Aeris was more than happy to listen to Iruna speak after she had told her story. The grin never left her face, although her fellow Mourners would not be able to tell under her helm. Tristan and Arlen were right that ships from the other continents rarely made it this far down, especially to...

"Madness... that's what a lot of the locals call it, but such a story has been repeated by other witnesses. Their accounts were similar... Loved ones lost..." Aeris, who had grown up in Parumora, had heard every tale there was to tell. Granted, she may have been young to hear the stories, but...

"Few of us are from the island, and less know of the tales." “Do you have a favorite Aeris?" She grinned, far easier than any in this group, but she had become good at masking herself with falsities. Born and raised here on this island, the life of a Mourner was the only thing she knew better...