Recent content by Avery

Avery wanted to agree on this view of Nas, but she herself did not know him that well. But given into account of his magical abilities and whether or not he would stand on this side of the war or abandon it, she could believe what Kael had said. They walked on ahead, soon reaching the dining...

Avery frowned. He wasn't wrong. Weaker magic that did no real damage or could be made into a weapon were often seen as weak and often weeded out. The moment Avery's magic manifested into what it was had heralded her as the Academy's highly anticipated Initiate, and remembered vaguely a certain...

"Has anyone ever given you a hard time for being a shifter?" She could recall hearing stories of past Initiates in unkind times that were shifters. She remembered the words thrown at them. Whispered. Snarled. Spat. But they were beyond those years now, and yet Avery still wondered how cruel...

"That's all we need to do." She smiled, already moving back to leave. The dining hall was in the next building, but luckily for them they could walk through this current one to get there without having to be in the cool air for long. "Kael." Avery turned to him as they walked the hall, at...

Avery dumped her gear onto the nearest table, turning to the one attending to the Armoury. Her brows lifted, although she should not be surprised by Kael's manners. Not after the half day she had spent with him and his well and good meaning. "Just.. put it there." The Quartermaster cleared his...

Avery was useless the moment Naser had wrapped her in with one arm. Her eyes widened, she stiffened, and she stayed still the moment he tucked her in and simply said No. Kress, she thought, this is awkward. She hadn't ever been this close in someone's space before, but the heat she gave off...

"Oh, well..." Avery had no clue. She could barely remember the plate she ate all those months ago, but failing to provide a proper answer simply made her feel slightly guilty. "I... don't know, to be truthful." A sheepish smile gave way of her unease. "Perhaps we will be surprised for dinner."...

Avery couldn't help but walk practically onto Naser's heels as he led them both into the crevice in the rocks. She tampered the whimper that threatened to fight it's way past her lips the second time they heard the howl, and her panicking only made her be sure that is was was werewolf now...

"I would imagine so." She pondered. "On my records, it says I came from Lukene. It wasn't on many maps, but once I found it, it showed a crossroads town by the sea." Avery had grown up here in the Academy. She was young when she had been abandoned at a hospital, but her mother had come from...

Avery gave the dried meat a sickened grimace, staring at it long before she shook her head and turned away. "It looks like it would hurt my jaw to chew." The idea of barramundi being on tonight's menu made her amiable, the grimace smoothing into a pleasant expression. "Fish? The Academy rarely...

"Have you never seen someone desperate enough to warm themselves?" Her teeth chattered still as Nas caught up, the scowl on her face only born from the misery of chill that seeped into her bones. A cave sounded like the best thing he had ever spoken, her eagerness to move towards it after Nas...

Ah, a meal. With the sun setting, the dark looming behind it, Avery had all but forgotten about a meal. "I haven't eaten all day..." She admitted aloud, more to herself than to Kael's ears. Upon realising this, she frowned, turning to look at him. "Don't worry. My magic allows me to go days...

Avery had laid down on her back against the grass, choosing to be ignorant that all sorts of bugs could be found in the tall grass. By the time Kael returned, extending a hand and a question of concern, she stared at his hand long enough that he perhaps started to retract the offer. Her own...

Avery grimaced. She couldn't give his heart anymore purpose to beat quicker to warm him or else there would be complications. And he was right. They needed shelter. With her gloved hands, she took the compass, struggling only a little with holding it up to her face as the wind battered...

"This would be easier... if I could control wood like a heart." She grunted, leveraging one boot against a post and used her weight to pull on one last arrow. It came free after a few attempts, and Avery fell back onto the grass. At first, it hurt to have landed on her arse, but then a bubble...