Recent content by Dahlia Blackthistle

"With me?!" Dahlia yelled with disbelief. Her follow-up curse was lost in her dodging of a slash that left her with a cut on her cheek, sucking the air through her teeth in a hiss. Motherfuc— Well, she was righteously pissed now and showed it by sticking a knife into the man's neck. His...

Dahlia found herself staring down the blade of a chipped sword. Shadows swirled around her nimble form as she dodged the worn edge with practiced ease. She heard Bowl's words and shot back with a wry grin, "Well, Bowl, I'd say we're just a prayer short of a fucking miracle then!" A flurry of...

The living shadows that normally stalked in the wake of Dahlia's every step, shrunk deeper into her corner at the arrival of the woman bursting through the doors with a flourish. Her energy filled the room with snapping direction and competency. Her rich visage gave the impression of an...

The idea that killers were being hired to catch a killer was laughable to Dahlia. Sorry, private agent per the missives being sent out to any deemed competent to answer. The fact that members within the Blackshield received one was not too surprising, they had a reputation for getting results...

Clouded moonlight hid almost all her features from Cato, except for the flash of her teeth and the way the whites of eyes were swallowed by her shadowsight. "I thought you'd never ask, Cap." Into the dark between them she offered her arm, "You know the drill. Hold on." When she felt his gloved...

Her hands gripped the reins in mounting anxiety. Dahlia didn't like not knowing. And she liked even less not having all the goddamn information they needed to do a job properly. And considering the mercenary was not one to do anything by halves, she felt the poor attempt at subterfuge, even...

Dahlia had been casually standing watch from her perch in a different tree. She had kept herself separate from the others, not out of a place of being ostracized or lack of trying from the others, but she preferred to keep herself at arm's length from most anyone. Her gaze shifted towards...

Dahlia's sly smile widened at Cato's response, acknowledging the underlying truth in his words. She knew he saw through her pretense, seeing her desire for coin as a more plausible motive. She respected his practicality and candidness to call out her bullshit. Not to mention his appreciation for...

Dahlia, riding at the rear of the caravan, cast her eyes upon the passing guards with a piercing, calculating gaze. Cato's gruff words didn't faze her; instead, they ignited a spark of playful defiance within her. She arched an eyebrow, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her pitch black eyes as...