Recent content by Angela

Angel Girl had faced many things in her life. Slavery, torture, and freedom. Orcs, werewolves, vampires, and undead. She had been scarred, blinded, and battered by all these variables. Nothing came to her without struggle, without pain. Angel Girl knew of few good things in her life. However...

The arrow protruding from her shoulder kept jabbing her in the face as her horse bounded through the trees. She swallowed past the knot in her throat and reached up with one hand to snap the shaft in two. The aggressive movement hurt, but it shortened the arrow to a stub. That would keep it out...

She roared and swung again at the creature pinned by Dog as the mare screamed in terror. Her sword lobbed its head off in one go, and she watched it roll into the snow as she panted from the exertion. Her hearing was berated from the cacophony of sounds around her: the quiet groaning and...

She had but a moment to absorb the sight of the hunter dropping from a random tree onto an unfamiliar monster and his own hound rushing to his aid. Not a second later, another shambling figure came into her peripheral. Her gaze swung towards it, her single functioning eye trained on it as her...

“Oh, I didn’t know,” Angela muttered hastily, face red. When the hunter said he’d point out medicinal herbs, she perked right back up. “Oh! Yes, thank you,” she exclaimed in that whispery voice of hers. As the day went on, slowly trekking through the unfamiliar wilderness that was the Spine...

She listened raptly to the answer to her questions. She looked closely at the bright colors of the tree, and found it quite pretty. There was a little tingling in the back of her head telling her to take a sample, so she drew a dagger and did. She affixed the holly branch to her pack, where it...

Once the hunter completed his task, setting the frames of sticks and skins aside, he leapt into teaching her about trees like a bird for a berry. She watched him with wide mismatched eyes as he moved about the cluster of trees amongst them, describing each simply for her to understand. She...

Her callused little fingers dropped to her knees when it became clear she wouldn’t be able to help. Weylin took over the task and left her nothing to do. His look was disapproving, and Angela shrunk in within herself, shoulders hunching up toward her pointed ears. She listened dutifully as he...

Her brow furrowed in confusion and frustration when her own serving of food was taken from her and switched with the hunter’s. She didn’t argue, and begrudgingly allowed it, but didn’t understand it. Sighing through her nose, she clicked her tongue for the hunter’s dog, holding out the bit of...

She glanced up at Weylin’s and White’s approach, worried until she saw their familiar figures through the trees. So the hunter hadn’t slept in after all. Perhaps he was compelled to rise early, too. He had brought back game, so probably he’d been up long before her. Behind them was Dog, who had...

The morn was cold and brisk outside the tentative warmth of her tent. She rolled about in her quilted sleep roll, luxuriating in the warmth of the fur lined interior. Her stirring bothered her companion, who lifted his great white head and shook it, ears flapping against his skull. Angela...

Angela hastily turned her left hip away from the stranger. Her sword, hilt gleaming in it's sheath, and her only means of protection was pure silver. It t'was made for the slaying of vampires, werewolves and undead. She would sooner perish than part from it. But it was valuable; even she knew...

The first thing that alerted Angela to the intruder was Dog leaping to his feet, his distraction with the odd scent he'd caught forgotten. Dog leaned as much as his weight on her as he could, practically crawling on top of her in a defensive stance. Baffled, Angela squirmed off the log and...

Angela's stomach dropped to her feet. Three weeks?! How could that be? Hopelessness and horror filled her as she realized there was no way should could make it. Not with the rations she had left. Ser Agarwal had not planned for this eventuality. He couldn't have... he couldn't have planned for...

Angela furrowed her brow at the stranger and his proffered kills. He was standing motionless as if under some kind of spell. But no, he moved, just a tiny shift in weight. Although he may think his answer was clear, he had not answered her question. What did he want? If only to share, than what...