Recent content by Azzerin

I did not know there were such p-prrejudices among demon-kin. That gave him pause, enough that she might almost bump into him at his abrupt stop. "No?" He asked with an amused look. "Are there... no prejudices amongst you mortals? Just a year ago you treated Elves like rabid dogs. Now you're...

"Well, you wouldn't know, now would you?" Azzerin fired back with a look over his shoulder. His steps quickened, if only to remove himself from the unforgiving cold. He didn't feel it, it was moreso an annoyance. And he hated those. "This Delaney controls shadows?" That pulled a laugh from him...

..eventually I woke up in the catacombs...I think there may be a spiritual confluence there that draws me to it. "Death calls to us all, it's an invisible pull between us and the Dark Fates. Some are just more... in tune with it. Others, can bend it to their will. A dark force there may have...

The descent of the glide would take them towards a peak far to the North in the Jades. From there, one could swear a dot in the distance was Elbion and a turn south they could swear to seeing Vel Anir. Who was to say if it were true or not. He could sense she wasn't afraid, for now. A boon...

Most demons I have encountered were not very pleasant, but they were also not where they belonged, and I suppose that would be reason enough to be unpleasant. As she spoke, his wings tilted, and their glide slid into a smooth descent towards one of the highest peaks within the Jades. Her words...

The girl grew silent, watching the gryphons soar beneath them, circling about as they with their riders scouted the various passes and trade routes, securing them from bandits. For them, it was cold, they soared just above the lowest peaks of the Jades, and in his natural warmth would be only...

He had caught her, and now she wormed her way around him. Was it all a ploy? Was she trying to bring him down too? No.. no, just fear. Another tasty scent. She had stopped her struggle and her arms were now wrapped securely around his neck and her eyes squeezed shut. I'm sorry! I can't always...

He wasn't sure how it worked, he just knew it was irritating. What should have been a simple transport was now clawing at the seams of his patience. Flickers, poofs, it all took a strain on his wings to maintain her ever changing descent. Until finally, she flickered again this time...

Haaa- I'm falling! What an odd thing to say when pressed against another. "No.. You're fi-." And then she wasn't. He figured as a "Dreadlord", a silly name for mortals that were far from intimidating, she had some powers. He hadn't expected this. Nor had he expected how weird it was to have...

The flight thus far had been quiet, perhaps he had killed her? No, he could feel the beating of her heart before she coiled closer against him, seeking to feel the heat he knew he radiated. Find...more pinecones... An odd thing to say, he didn't understand why mortals spoke so oddly at times...

Chas crumpled on the floor, less than a foot away from the parents. Azzerin smiled at his own good hunt, his own fortune. Though.. there was something disconcerting. He knelt down and grabbed the skin of the boy and tossed it beside the body. Once that was done, Chas was picked up in a bridal...

He would push the door open cautiously, eyes glancing back at her with a hint of fear, before pushing the door open wider. The entryway was covered in runes of the like she had never seen, and at the apex of the semi circle.. a bloody set of footprints. They would lead deeper into hovel and...

They were off! Long was the journey, at least for short legs such as his. The streets grew more sparse, the buildings less grand, and soon they were all alone as they shuffled their way along the way to the slums. Soon they were on the final edge between the elvish slums and the poor humans...

Will you help me let them free? Together? Azzy would clamber down from his perch, struggling some due to the limitations of his child-sized body, but eventually he was down at her side. Flopping onto the pier, he took one side of the bowl and smiled at her with a nod. Tip. The "Fae" were...

More powdered goodness scattered all over the pair from her own morsel. When she spoke of Fae his gaze shifted to her and he returned the smile. It was such a good day, a great day, even. He would nod at her remark on the time before he nipped out and grabbed the piece of funnel cake with his...