Recent content by Alexandra Alcantos

"You sure do have a way with words, you know that, sailor?" Alex said with a soft smile. Brawny brute that she was, that Nere had such a softness to her beneath it all. Well, it made Alex feel warm across the cheeks as she crossed her arms over her chest, and stared at the swamp born noble as...

A smug look came across Alex's face as the commotion came to settle. "The blind woman, love," her wings gave a proud buff and shake, primary feathers fanned before they folded up again, neatly upon her back. There was a wicked satisfaction in knowing she had played some small part in the...

A smirk as sharp as a hooked dagger crooked the corner of Alex's lip. "Might be," she said with a nod to the sailor who had taken so well to the ice, "You're just part penguin, Miss Ashorn," she stared at the woman, side long, as she worked those strong legs of hers, easy as breathing despite...

The Inner Branches District Layers. Alex hated layers. Bundled up and constricted. Like being hogtied in wooly snakes. Was half the reason she tended to turn the Tracer west and south this time of year. Wings as gold as hers weren't meant for the cold. Least, that's what she told herself as she...

Alex looked over at the rabble that was her crew. Sighed as she massaged her temples. "How'd we get here, Alexandra?" she muttered quiet and to herself. She stuck two fingers into her mouth and let out a sharp whistle to the crew, just as Cinders was letting them all have it. "Alright, you...

The surviving guards formed rank, their Thagreti armor resistant to flame and heat. One man saw the priestess Ushus struggle, heard her scream her son's name. "The priestess is in need of aid!" A guardsman called out. What rabble of guardsman remained steeled themselves, knew the divine flame...

"Well count me a bloody fucking believer then!" she cried out as the priest went on torching the twisted world around him. It all went pear-shaped. The walls glowed a deathly color, the floor pulsed too. Nere seemed to have lost her mind, hacking away at her own flesh, but Alex could do...

"You see, love, part of being successful is keeping a low profile," the tall winged woman said as her boots knocked against the wooden walkway of the docks a few eyes went wide at the sight of proud plumage, heads turned in double take as the golden brown feathers stirred the air in their wake...

Slip after slip, scratch after scratch, more and more of the filthy grey shit stink was getting all over her. And she couldn't even growl about it how she wanted. Fuckin bloody, goo, fuckin, thing! Its little claw scythe poked and stabbed and punched through her skin, her feathers beat, and...

It was but a glint. A red orange glow that shimmered against the sharp black glass of the hook at the end of the appendage that snapped out in wide arc, aimed to cut and slice at her wings. She drew in breath, flared her wings out quick, their backwards pull thrusting her body forward. Her...

Art from Game Titled: Dauntless Aboard the Cloud Tracer Time of day, some hours past noon Location: Somewhere in the Allirian Strait All the ship rose and fell to the motion of the ocean's waters. The great sail fins of the Tracer half splayed, only its proud dorsal fin raise in full to try...

The wash of flame left her face hot, the skin on her knuckles tender from the fury of so many golden tongues that had devoured the abominations, whos screeched and skittered and ran with plumes of red and white streaking behind them. Her wings fanned out, and the fires danced in response to...

Alex blinked at Nere's response. "Well, aren't you learned," she said with an interested smile, watching as she marched forward through the gunk. Let's find the source of this gunk and burn it down. "A philosopher and a stout arm," she grinned. "Now there's a lady I can fall for," she said...

Alex stirred her wings as Nere started to move. Smirked some as the sea sailor strode forward. Used that sweet way about her to engage with, well, the one who looked to be their client. Silver haired and too refined to fit in with the other lot that hung about. Alex's lips crook all the more...

The Avariel woman gave a nod to the priestess. Though they had only just met this day, she struck her as a woman with little room for nonsense, and that tension she had carried with her earlier. It just seemed all the more focused now. All the more ready to be let loose on whatever poor and...