Recent content by Harlowe

"I never want to see a demon again," Harlowe muttered and then paused and glanced down at Felice. "No offence," she offered then set the hair demon down. With the tents and temptation gone she trusted the girl not to endanger them again. For now. No doubt very soon, not far from here, they would...

The demon would have barely seen Harlowe move; one moment she was simply there and the next she was stood behind Felice with her hand over the shorter woman's mouth. "No. Nope. Nada," she answered on the groups behalf, shooting Mattias a look that said 'so help me I will rip that head off your...

That feeling of dread that had crawled up the back of her spine like a spiders legs on her bare flesh was back when the demon appeared. This time, however, her anger far outweighed her fear. Having the tent deliberately run from them in order for them to miss his deadline by a few minutes was a...

Harlowe was pretty much at the end of her proverbial tether. Trying not to strangle Felice on the journey back and the toils of the last few days, not to mention how horrific her stomach still felt from the potion, she was in as foul a mood as any had ever seen her. So when the tent disappeared...

Harlowe seemed to come to the same horrible thought as Mattias did; Felice taking the demon up on some double or nothing bet that boiled down to the flip of a coin. "Right," she said hurriedly and wrung out her hair. "Absolutely no gambling," Harlowe would never take Felice gambling again in...

Harlowe wrinkled up her nose. "Gross." The siege they had just found themselves in, the one that had resulted in Doyle becoming a part of their crew, had been trying but she had to admit the smell had been one of the minor things on her lists of complaint. Hunger had been far worse. But then...

Harlowe kicked the last of her clothes off and waded into the river. On their squelching way out of the city they had pilthered themselves replacement rags that would do until they got back. As for what they had been wearing, the vampire intended on burning them all. Holding her breath out of...

"I'm so sorry," Harlowe whispered hoarsely and wiped at her mouth. Vomit quite literally dripped from the walls around them and the smell was enough to make her want to retch again. In fact the very sight of Felice covered so thoroughly in vomit nearly set her off again. Yet in that moment the...

"Wai-" Harlowe wasn't sure who she was asking to wait. Probably the sudden rising rush of nausea she could feel as she suddenly projectile vomited all over Felice and Mattias' legs and then up their torso's as the vampire's legs suddenly grew shooting her from 3ft to close to 6ft. The sudden...

Can I smell bats?! Harlowe mouthed to herself incredulously. Well, she could, but not in the manner Felice probably thought. She could smell their blood as much as she could smell Matias' or hers and she could hear the beats of their tiny little hearts. She shook her head causing the one that...

"I'M NOT A REAL DWARF!" Harlowe thundered and the words echoed off the cavern walls causing more of the bats above to detach themselves and flap around screeching before once more finding a perch on which to rest. The dwarf-nee-vampire folded her arms crossly over her chest and glared up at both...

Due to her short nature Harlowe didn't so much as walk down the stairs, rather that she hopped down each one puffing and panting with the effort it took to hurl her little body downwards. After the initial trip over her long white beard she had to pause to wind it about her neck like a scarf...

Harlowe shot Felice a look of pure outrage. This was far different to her picking them up to get them out of danger, she would not sit on the orcs shoulders like a... like a child! "No, thank you," she grumbled in a voice that sounded like a rockslide, glad that it disguised her irritation...

Harlowe only had time to quirk an eyebrow at Victoria's defence of herself before she bolted after the two suspicious figures. The younger vampire glanced at the inn a second time before taking off after the older vampire. It wasn't hard for two of the undead to keep up with two of the living...

If she had been her natural height Harlowe would have been able to carry a lot more. But despite her vertical challenges she stuffed as much in the way of gems and jewellery as she could into her many pockets. The result was that every time she walked she sounded like a money box being thrown...