Recent content by Delilah Bryndel

It took Delilah far longer than she would ever outwardly admit to realize what was going on. The thick, blue-white mists of the mind that so swiftly encircled the others were for her but a distant wall of spectral smog; a fitting nighttime backdrop to the scene. It wasn't until she glanced back...

"Oh, so that's what's got your dick in a knot t'day, you're tryin'a look good." Her voice was like a wasp, buzzing ever closer about the head as it chose the perfect place to sting. Delilah tilted her head, indigo smoke eddying and swirling about her at the motion, her single eye and empty...

Of course she wasn't surprised. Surprising Fennec was impossible. Oh, well, it was always worth a try. Delilah strolled her way up to Fennec's side, carrying with her the sickly-sweet, cloying reek of witherbalm as she drew close. "Charming feller, ain't 'e?" There was another smell under the...

Oh, that was cute, he actually thought he had a say in what she decided to do. The tiny girl rolled the stick of witherbalm from one side of her mouth to the other, that infuriating smirk twisting itself across her lips to accommodate it. She didn't even bother saying anything in response to...

Oh, this was definitely getting interesting. A display from the lizard? There was no way this wouldn't end terribly. The tiny girl's nigh-perpetual smirk widened slightly at the thought, and she finally spoke up again, her one eye glinting with violet malice as her dry voice cut through the air...

The ghastly facsimile of a dry smirk danced across Delilah's flame-limned face as her opponent kneeled down in concession. Her gloating, however, proved uncharacteristically short-lived; for in the instant the flames were snuffed, the tiny girl abruptly went rigid, a faint shudder passing...

The mocking violet stare of Delilah's single eye widened slightly in startlement at the unanticipated sight of the oncoming hammer soaring through the air, before the tiny girl adroitly skipped back and to the side, away from the point of impact. And that was the last that Zinnia saw of her, as...

It was fortunate that Delilah had been given her own copy of the map and accompanying instructions, else she likely never would have given the innocuous entrance to the disused trail a second glance. As it was, she almost completely missed it, riding straight past it for almost a full minute...

Considering the admitted sloppiness her opponent had so bluntly called out, the one-eyed girl swept into motion with startling alacrity—but not into a dodge. No, Delilah simply shifted her stance, moving to take the brunt of the blow not upon her body, but rather along her outstretched left arm...

For a moment, Delilah stayed where she stood, pouting after the dust left in her compatriot's wake in mock disappointment. As soon as she was out of sight, however, the one-eyed girl dropped the act, moving to her mount with that oddly decisive swiftness she only ever showed when she was alone...

Fennec likely would have already finished stocking her saddlebags and otherwise preparing by the time her partner finally saw fit to arrive, her appearance heralded by the anxious shifting of the destrier almost a full minute before her footsteps could be heard. Most animals didn't care much for...

Delilah didn't so much walk as saunter over to her own ring across from Zinnia, lazily sizing up her much larger opponent. "Oh, c'mon, I get you?" The younger girl's drily disinterested voice contrasted with the whining petulance of her words. Her lips—painted with a deep wine shade today—set...

Delilah, as usual, had sauntered out onto the training ground at the last possible minute, and while she was (perhaps a bit begrudgingly) standing in line with the others, her slovenly posture and disinterested gaze bespoke anything but being even remotely at attention. Not that this was all...

A violet spark flickered ever-so-briefly in the hollow of Delilah's missing eye, and—seemingly spontaneously—the end of the rolled leaf in her mouth slowly began to emit a faint wisp of lavender smoke. The girl breathed in with an air of languid relish, before taking the roll back between her...

Perhaps Vasha's inclusion was also valuable for quite a different reason: she undoubtedly drew eyes away from the party's sixth member. Had she not—or had the lanterns along the street illuminated them perhaps a bit more brightly—the small, thin figure following along in the shadows of the...