Recent content by Anais

Anais flinched as Fingal lunged, the sudden violence jolting her like a spark through her nerves. She hadn’t even seen it clearly until the poker struck home, and now that she did, her terror was cast anew. The daemon moved faster than Anais could blink. Its entire body shuddered in a horrible...

Anais froze when his arm shot out in front of her, her body locking in place before her mind even caught up. The sound reached her a moment later, low, guttural breaths tearing at te silence, raking across her mind. Her grip on the poker tightened until her hand throbbed. Her whole body urged...

Anais stared at him for a moment, his words cutting through the haze of her panic. He needed her. She’d been moving only because his hand had kept her steady, her body following where her mind refused to go. But hsi words snapped something into place. Her heart still rattled in her chest like it...

Anais nodded, but it was forced, her body moving on the sheer momentum of his words rather than her own bravery. Her hands shook as she rose, her breath shallow in her chest. Every thump of her heart seemed loud enough to give them away. She picked her steps carefully down the stairs, the wood...

Anais flinched when his hands closed around her arms, not from fear of him, but from the urgency in his grip, the dread humming through his touch. It shook her. She stumbled slightly as he turned her, but obeyed without protest, swallowing down the bile rising in her throat. The house was...

She didn't know he could be afraid. Naive, perhaps, but he had power. It wasn't panic or weakness in his fear. It was something deeper. Older. The kind of fear only ancient creatures could understand, an echo of instinct well buried. And if he was afraid…Then she had every reason to be...

Anais dropped instantly, the satchel thudding softly against the floor as she ducked low behind an upturned chair. Her breath hitched in her throat as Fingal silently closed the door and pressed himself flat against it. She could see the way his body coiled. Tense, alert, like a bowstring drawn...

Anais stopped in the doorway, the scent of old blood hitting her a heartbeat before her eyes adjusted to the dim interior. The metallic tang turned her stomach. She stepped carefully inside, her boots creaking on the warped floorboards. Her gaze swept over the room and halted on the dark stain...

Anais hitched the satchel higher on her shoulder and hurried to keep pace with the great pale hound as he loped ahead. Each soft pad of his paws was too loud in the stillness, the kind of hush that makes a traveler hold her breath and listen harder. The path dipped toward the first cottages on...

Anais glanced up at him, her expression briefly betraying the wariness she still carried. A flicker of green fire passed through her eyes, an old anxiety resurfacing. “Never seen a portal stone,” she murmured, her voice soft and laced with unease. “We always worried they’d take us somewhere...

She felt it. Him. His mind. They weren’t her emotions—she knew that—but they surged through her as if they were. Fingal’s fear, his anger, burned hot and wild inside her, and for a brief, disorienting moment, she struggled to separate his feelings from her own. Her eyes flicked down to the dog...

She knew they expected her to return soon, but her mind was caught on Fingal’s words, the weight of what he’d revealed pressing down on her with awe and uncertainty. Her fingers still threaded through his fur, she took a deep breath, trying to grasp the enormity of what he’d just explained. The...

Ana gave a quiet huff of doubt as he spoke of people changing. They had been overprotective of her ever since she could remember. His promise caused her lips to curl and her chest to tighten. What was it about him, that made her want to let him look after her? To simply submit to being his, in...

"Don't do that. You've nothing to be sorry for." she said, reaching to cup the hound's face and lift it. His regret would have been difficult enough to look at in his human form, but in this one he literally looked like a kicked puppy, and such things were a weakness to soft hearts. She...

"Slowly?.." she answered dryly, "Feel free to develop that dislike as quickly as you please. He's determined to control me one way or another." Anais scowled back in the direction of the camp before turning back to Fingal and dropping onto her knees with a sigh. "Not that I have any problem...