Recent content by Felix Armon

Felix listened as Eoliaf spoke. Perhaps his assessment was slightly off. But of course there was the possibility that the planar being was lying. She asked about real food around, and there was, to keep up his guise as a human. Were anyone to investigate this house and see no food, it could...

Felix leaned back and closed his eyes while he let his strength return. The girl relies on her passengers very much. She's come to depend on them to get her out of every stressful situation. And coming at this as an outsider, he could see how this would be detrimental to her in the long run...

The wagon brought them back to Alliria and Felix got off the wagon and led the way to the rented house he was staying at. It wasn't too fancy, but it had some nice amenities. It was a fairly middle class place. He unlocked the door and pushed the door open as he stumbled into the house. It was a...

Felix was too tired to deal with the demon now, so he simply ignored her. They had a long walk ahead of them to get to Alliria. At least the roads were nice, and perhaps they could get a ride on one of the wagons. After a while he got used to walking in his weakened state, but he was still...

Felix shook his head to clear his mind. He needed to feed soon or else he would become bloodless. Felix exercised incredible control, but being bloodless was never easy even for him. "I have a place In Alliria... I'll be fine once I get there..." He did his best not to put too much weight on the...

Felix nodded his understanding of the old celestials words. If he were stronger he could probably help, or maybe if his brother were here they could deal with this demon quickly and efficiently. His brother was older, stronger, and knew far more than he did about the spiritual realms. Their kind...

Felix began to think he made a mistake. This girl was so convinced of her own helplessness that she was afraid of later punishment from this demon. Tmooma finally stirred and inserted himself into the situation. Felix could see that this being wasn't a demon, but a celestial servant of some...

Felix shook his head, "That's not what I asked, Rice. If you had the opportunity to be free... Would you take it?" Her answer wasn't satisfactory. Fear or any number of things could have played into the response while Eoliaf looked smugly back at him with her hand on Rice's shoulder. He chose to...

When she was done he chuckled for a long moment. He stood up himself, his own size towering over the child, but he was looking eye to eye with the demon woman. "You must be young, for a demon. It's simply philosophy that darkness is merely the absence of light, and thus you can have the spectrum...

The demon was whispering again. Then traded places with Rice. To his regular eyes her demeanor had completely changed. She was confident and just as condescending as he imagined her. The average demon, just as he thought. He remained on the ground as he replied, "So you are Eoliaf. And I am just...

Felix caught her nod, but acted as though she hadn't answered that question. He wasn't listening, but he could see the demon woman whisper in her ear which told him much. The larger one was indeed sleeping, even though he loomed over her like a black giant. But the differences between the two...

He allowed her to take his blood, which weakened him further, but he could keep going. He sat up and looked at the girl. "Do they bother you? hurt you? make you do things you don't want to?" He could still see them standing over her. He could sense their power, and while impressive it didn't...

Her reaction was unexpected. He heard the blade of her knife sing from its sheath and felt it stab into his thigh. He opened his eyes and lifted his head to look and see what was happening. She was trying to use his blood for a spell. He knew blood magic very well, and also knew that his own...

Felix smiled a bit, "Rice. That's a nice name." A name that he doubted any parent would give to their child unless they really... REALLY liked rice. As for himself, he never had rice before... The true curse of his kind... The inability to consume anything besides blood and maybe a bit of wine...

She sat down beside him in the grass and asked him his name. "Felix." He replied without opening his eyes. "You?" At the moment he couldn't look at her. He had centuries of experience resisting the call of living blood, but it had been a while since he was this weak and tired. He was hungry...