Recent content by Deyanira

Deya's gaze shifted cautiously around the outskirts of the little village and dropped to one of the bodies to consider Kol's observations. Something worse indeed.. "We shouldn't linger.." she said quietly, as though that were not obvious enough, but she had the suspicion that the pair were...

Deya gave a mirthless laugh under her breath and an opinionated roll of her eyes at Kol's answer. "Really? In my experience they're always so clear and concise, honest and open.. Trustworthy." she muttered away, her words dripping with sarcasm. "East we go." she said, her voice sounding tired...

Deya's violet gaze was distant as she considered the northerners proposal. It was a maddening thing to have to consider her 'safety' at all. That one who could once wipe out entire colonies now had to avoid any path for fear of her mortal form's vulnerabilities, was enough to make her blood...

Deyanira's gaze drifted over the land ahead of them. "Menalus." she repeated with a quiet sigh. "A name I have not heard in quite some time." she commented. She had not tired. She had walked for days and had not broken a sweat, her clothes still pristine and not a hair out of place. The woman's...

A quiet groan scraped at the back of her throat as Kol mentioned the portal stones. “Those fucking stones are what got me into this mess. Then again there’s not much else they can take from me now.” She rolled her eyes. Still, even being near the stones she could feel the thrum of magic...

Deya's dark brows sloped downward as she heard voices that belonged to neither of them. She wasn't afraid and she'd suffered far worse tortures than the terrible sound they made. Her moonlit eyes stared, unblinking at Kol as she listened to them, the Gods that spoke to him, the dark ones. Their...

Deya's lips curled and reached to steady his hand and draw the blade across the offered palm, letting the blood pool for a few seconds before she placed her bleeding hand in his and squeezed. Her blood would burn through him. It was not meant for any mortal body to hold, and there was such power...

"Sheketh." she answered bluntly with a growl of irritation in her tone. Deyanira did not trust in the promises of mortals, hells she didn't trust in the promises of Gods either. From her belt she produced a small blade of bloodstone and without hesitation, drew it across her palm. "A promise...

Deyanira eyed the man warily, uncertain of these voices he seemed to hear and who or what they belonged to. If they, and he, would work in her favour or to her detriment. The voices in her own mind had long ago left her in silence, and she'd long ago stopped screaming for them to free her. They...

Deyanira was rarely curious. Most she met that insisted on speaking to her were all the same, their lives so short and unremarkable. They were tedious, and they'd spread across Arethil like a plague of insignificant insects who were long overdue an extermination. Kol however, had piqued her...

Her gaze was polished crystal as she watched him conjure the curious blade, and her brows slowly rose as she watched the exchange of blood for the gift of hindsight. Her jaw tightened as she watched the ghostly apparition of the Priestess she'd murdered with her bare hands over a year ago. She...

The woman stopped laughing, falling to instant silence and stillness as Kol spoke, and slowly her eyes rose to look at him. Despite her laughter, there was a burning fury in her expression now. She let a slow, steading breath escape her lips as she straightened and smoothed out her silken jacket...

"A cage." Deyanira answered, and stone scraped stone as the lid started to move. It was clear that in such a small and slender frame, such a heavy object was particularly challenging for her to move, but little by little it shifted. "He was laid to rest with something that will far better serve...

She hadn't had time to consider what he had said about those 'beyond' when she smiled in genuine amusement at his answer to her second question. "I am afraid, Kol, Twice Bloodied, that you have been given some very bad advice." she said quietly. Deyanira did not end suffering, she created it...

Her gaze narrowed at his name, trying and failing to place it. As he moved toward her, she casually side-stepped toward the tomb, letting her fingertips trace around the dusty words engraved in the stone around its edge. Her eyes remained on Kol, however, with hesitant curiosity. "Brought...