Recent content by Amalia Rosethorn

She'd vastly hoped for a bigger reaction for the two which only left her wanting. The woman was far too drunk to come at her with more than a slurred excuse for a complaint. As for the man beside her, there was more it seemed, but she was struggling to find a way to drive him to a point of...

Amalia's eye twitched in frustration. Being toyed with was not her favorite. With her movements being wild and attacks unfocused due to her fury she very unlikely had the upper hand here. She realized this herself but that was the problem with her. Her health, mentally, was so decrepit it...

There were few things incorrect. Humans were always considered more frail than most of the other races that existed on this moon. A belief and a thought that led many to rise, and an equal amount to fall. Amalia was a child of Shadokien, and spent most her days in Vel Anir. Both cities in the...

She attempted to stifle a chuckle. Understand her? She didn't understand herself half the time. The stifle didn't work. She laughed back at him. Uproariously. People in the tavern turned from their conversation to look at the woman with her psychotic laughter. Her head was reeled back and her...

She listened intently to what he had to say in response. A nerve struck, or he was tired of the argumentative side of things. The only words that truly resonated with her was the idea that he wasn't human and he fed. Ah. It was much clearer. The client thought it much easier to state that his...

"Actually, I didn't know that. Seeing as the client couldn't give me the information himself." She smirked and sipped her wine. It was fine. Nothing amazing but drinkable. "You sure did make a ruckus before you turned tail, Conrad. Made quite a few unhappy. And killed a young maiden? Now what...

This man was full of surprises. She took a two-seater table for the both of him while she watched and listened. He was a bit handsome. Makes sense for the sake of him having bedded a higher class daughter. Yet there was still more he was hiding. "Wine," She smiled. "Red and expensive, if you...

This was strange. A target not only open to the idea of being followed but also adverse to speaking with the one who wants to kill him. Well, money talked. If he had more than the client than that's all she needed to know. She hopped elegantly from the rooftop beside someone else entering the...

For a lumbering man covered in armor Conrad seemed to move fairly swiftly. A couple things bothered her about this job. A description of a man in armor, supposed to have bed and attacked his daughter. That alone was bothersome. No information on how she was attacked or what had come of her. The...

Their conversation pierced through her ears as a sign that they wanted more trouble. Good enough. They would have it. Now, it wouldn't be very ladylike of her to just start cutting heads off like she'd just adore to. So instead the petty rambling would be met with more pettiness. She took...

The barkeep seemed to be on the side of Melody and Vincent with a brow raised in Amalia's direction as he pulled up a shoddy, dirty bottle of wine. He poured it sloppily and made sure it ran along the sides of the goblet before sliding haphazardly her direction. Amalia took half a step back with...

Yes, let's. Amalia led herself into this bar full of drunken louts without a hint of good in her eyes. Where she went, trouble always followed. Whatever Hell there may be there was an unlikelihood that a place colder than the depths of her eyes existed within it. Those very eyes panned across...

Amalia scoffed at Nathanael. "You think a harsh fucking tongue is deserving of this fucking treatment?" She spit at his feet. "Fuck you if you think you're safe from a gutting yourself, wolf breath, I'll die before I accept disrespect from the likes of you or anyone else." The food hit the floor...

Amalia watched the new knight fellow get taken down the instance he entered the cell. Their capture seemed to be indiscriminate. Was their truly know reason for her detainment here? This prison felt wildly unfamiliar. She'd been in a few prior to this but all those paled to the enigma she stood...

Amalia could taste blood in her mouth. It was hazy. She could hardly remember what happened but she was able to piece together a little more thanks to that cold water. It would have been a good weapon if these chains weren't binding her magic. She knew she was kidnapped. Had her fucking ass beat...