Recent content by Erudwën

A small smile cracked across her bruised lips, eyeing the man with her one good eye. A breath of a chuckle escaped her as though she was not used to doing it like it felt unnatural to her. Clambering up onto one of the crates by the door, she settled her head back against the wood and closed her...

Erudwën was just as surprised as Douglas that her gamble had paid off. She had no doubts of who this pirate was, unfortunately, the situation was hardly what she had been expecting, or promised at that. The sound of bones popping back into place, which she assumed must have been his limp arm had...

Good Douglas, tell the blood thirsty pirate Captain how much you were worth and not the woman you were willing to risk your life with. Erudwën's eyes damn near popped from her skull when he mentioned the price on his head. Surely that was an attempt at freedom. She craned her neck some more...

Erudwën could practically feel Douglas' need to say the words, or perhaps she just imagined it. She felt like it needed to be said, what had happened to the plan? That was something she may never know, her brash, sporadic feelings once again getting in the way of something that should have gone...

Naturally, waking up and finding oneself bound, wounded and in dire straits in the middle of a ship's hold likely would not be an excellent start to a day at the best of times. Douglas however handled it rather well it seemed. The sound of his voice calling her name roused her from the drifting...

Swirling, rushing water was all Erudwën knew, the dull sounds of the outside world beyond the river, which had rapidly opened up towards the main. She heard a dull thud, felt herself slam against something soft and yet hard at the same time and with a lolling roll of her head, she coughed and...

Erudwën had honestly not expected her end to be from an animal. Maybe a dragon, or a despicable otherworldly werebeast or some kind of sea creature of the depths if it had to be, but a hound? How inglorious. Something she realised she did truly care about, her mother would have been most...

Funnily enough, that had been the plan. Silent, deadly, like a lurking shadow waiting to strike. Now they had baying, salivating hounds on their heels, Hounds. Why had she not thought of that? She had seen them, smelt them, hell she had stepped in their refuse, but had forgotten the hounds...

The smell of blood with each inhale, the rushing warmth of every exhale, Erudwën revelled in it. She tasted the splatter across her lips and regarded Douglas; who to his credit, had done his part. Incredibly, no one had heard the commotion other than those wholly unaware of their fate within the...

The snow elf looked at Douglas with a dumbfounded expression. Here they were, on the cusp of their task, potentially life-threatening, and important and the man was asking if she had a crossbow tucked away somewhere in her cloak. Perhaps if he wanted a crossbow, he should have procured one...

Not with that attitude, she may have thought to herself as Douglas seemed far less keen than she to start the bloodshed. Was he not confident in his own abilities? Perhaps she had once again made a mistake, chosen a fool to help her when she should have done it alone. No. She needed him, for...

Erudwën had for the most part barely even looked at the man on their travels, though she was rarely seen, some days she would be gone from dawn till dusk, reappearing as though she never left. Even when passing, all he would have received was fleeting eye contact, a silent question as to if...

It was clear she had been matched at her own game, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle, felt her blood surge to the tips of her ears. The bastard. Erudwën lifted her chin and regarded Douglas for a moment or two, before nodding and breathing through her nostrils. Her hand fell to...

Erudwën held the blade of the dagger and for the first time since they had met, she faltered and was silent, grey eyes narrowed slowly, glittering blue when a drifting cloud exposed them to sunlight. The elf was very rarely wrong, too many men had she seen and read confidently, years and years...

The snow elf tipped her head ever so slightly, sharp ears visibly shifting forward at the first syllable Douglas uttered before her eyes creased and her thin smile spread wider, revealing teeth that looked whiter against her pale lips than they probably were. She had gotten him and saw the...