Recent content by Fray

There was that single, bone jarring moment when steel met teeth, and then Fray was no more. In their place stood a bottomless hunger to not only survive, but to win. Their blood sang as sharp, beastly jaws raged against them, creating just enough force to hold them both in place. Everything was...

The closer they got, the more Fae this laughing stranger seemed to be. Through the pelting of rain, Fray could make out a tall, slim frame, pale skin, and eyes of a mercurial green. Their gaze narrowed. Surely, Lord Relorath would not have had the foresight to send a minion this far? He was...

They ran with the winds of violence and betrayal buffeting from behind, nipping at their aching heels. When they grew tired, they paused long enough to drink and eat, but never a moment longer. The hairs on the back of their neck stayed raised, so Fray stayed running. How long they ran, the...

Fray did their best to quiet the jangle of nerves roiling about in their belly. The Lord of Madness, despite having only exercised a modicum of power, was beginning to live up to his name. There was no point where Fray could predict what would happen next, and at each turn things grew more and...

Perhaps it was just their wined up imagination, but Fray swore they saw the tree shudder when Relorath placed his hand against it. As the Dawn Duanann chattered on, careening from one topic to another before frolicking around the tree, their Unseelie spectator observed with only slightly tipsy...

Fray nearly shat themselves when the Duanann moved without warning. They fell back, bottom hitting grassy earth and arms thrown up in a futile attempt at self preservation. Not that it mattered, in the end. Evidently, Relorath’s first move wasn’t going to be the twisted irony of turning them...

Fray panted for air, body hunched over turned up soil as their tears watered the earth, disappearing as quickly as they fell. Every muscle on their body was tensed. They wanted—no, needed to hurt. To maim. To destroy. Their sharp fingers clutched at dirt with all the futility of a helpless baby...

“You lie.” It came out as a snarl, all gravel and teeth, and for the first time in their woe begotten life the Unseelie Fae felt hatred. Fray was no stranger to pain, anger, and suffering of endless variety. But never had they been given cause to truly, viscerally hate. Until now. Crouched...

Serpent eyes darted back and forth along the black horizon, scanning for movement. Fray fought the impulse to ask how the hell the old man could guess anything with such clear cut conviction. Night stretched thicker and thicker the farther one strayed from the roads, made all the darker by the...

Hell yeah! By all means cook away

Eugh... Fray's expression turned sour at the very thought. "Nasty little shits. I don't know if I'd call that fun. Better stay away from the water, just to be safe." They shifted against the fallen log, arms moving to cross their chest. When they spoke again, it was with a hint of indignation...

Sounds like an interesting misadventure waiting to happen. I’m in. What do you think of one job, two agents? Something important needs to be delivered and the task requires both brains and brawn?

Fray snarled, teeth flashing briefly in the firelight. “I’m bored.” When the old bag of sticks and bones had first approached them for a job, Fray had been all too eager. They’d taken one look at the leathery, greying man, who seemed more robes than flesh upon first glance, and thanked their...

Hey I'm Fray. Nice to meet you all. Happy to be alive and here for a good time not a long time. Who wants to get into trouble? (Don't worry grandpa nothin' that'll get me fired.)

Let's get this show started :cool: