Recent content by Demise

Demise slowly peeled her fingers off the throwing knife she could access through the pocket of her dress. Killing the florist would have been an inconvenience but preferrable to her running. The Assassin was still not convinced whoever had let slip the location of their home was not somehow...

Demise scrunched her nose up at the idea it was the 'sweetest' thing Yarrow had ever heard. Sweet was not a word she wanted associated with her, nor her family. Images were important. She gave a soft snort at her reassurance and mentally made a note to remember that should she hear a whisper of...

You need to calm down, Prevail chided as she floated along besides them on her back, making a ghostly flower crown for herself. Where such flowers came from in the afterlife Demi did not know. Perhaps from the place her sister vanished to when she was not pestering her. On this occasion she had...

"I would sooner carve out my own eye that pay a single mark to that Church," it was a good thing they were speaking in such quiet tones for otherwise she might have spat the last word in unseemly manner. "Besides, there are often wards and runes that protect against those who have pledged...

Demise admired every building they passed. She loved the Mothers home beneath the mountains and volcanos of their little Isle of course. The darkness and heat were both things she had become comfortable with. But there was only so much the disciples could do with with their homes. More often...

Demise had forgone her robes once more for a plain, simple blouse and a long brown skirt. With her hair half gathered up off her face she looked like any other girl setting out into the market for a day of shopping. She even carried a small wicker basket she had found the Mother only knew where...

Demise watched the way the flames in the torches flickered, fighting against the small threads of wind that squeezed in through gaps in the window panes or underneath the gap in the door. Storms were an omen to many but she had always scoffed at such things unless they were written by the mother...

Demise took another sip of her warmed cider to avoid responding right away. Yarrow, it seemed, had come to the same uneasy conclusion as she had. She had gone through with Nesiib and her sister the very short list of those above them who had known about their mission. None of them were without...

"My kind do not eat pork," Demise was not sure why she had bothered explaining the disgust on her face to her partner rather than allowing her, like most others in the Church, to assume it was simply because she was fussy. Her younger sisters did not keep to the traditions of their ancestors...

You need to get a handle on that temper, Demi, Prevail sighed as the Vicar disrobed. Though she could have felt better staying in the clothing of her people they were too obvious to those who knew what to look for. If there were that many Priests in attendance then she could very well have the...

"Breathe, Demi..." her sister chided in a tone that was meant to be teasing but betrayed the concern beneath. The assassin blinked and briefly glanced down to see the blood pooling beneath her fingernails where they had dug so tightly into her palms. She needed to get a handle on those emotions...

Demise had abandoned her shifting state as soon as they had neared the city walls; a girl who could make her form non corporeal would be the first suspect once the alarm bells were rung. Playing the wearied but excited personal of a faithful servant of the light was far easier and made them one...

"I have studied the art of deception," Demise elaborated as she nodded in answer to Yarrow's question. One of her first missions had led to her donning a persona for a whole month before she had been able to kill her target. A long process but the payment had been worth the time away from home...

Demise sat atop her grey mare in a state of Between. The rain passed harmless through her keeping her from feeling the rain and the cold that came with it. Her white hood or her robes was pulled up nevertheless giving her the look of a ghost. The beast beneath her snorted and stamped an...

Prevail gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. Demise rolled her eyes; she would be insufferable for days now. Their love and skill in art was probably one of the few things they had shared when she had been alive, though even then their styles and interests had differed. Prevail had liked...