Recent content by Hilte

Take care friend - we'll be here when you're ready to get back at it. <3

The children, trained and reared under the gentle nature of the hermit, gave little trouble in following after this new friend of hers. They walked the path around the house and through the many gardens that seemed to pepper the grounds haphazardly, but really were placed strategically to catch...

Ah, so he, too, had been severed. Though she could not tell that he no longer was, Hilte could appreciate the other on a closer level now. "Hm," she hummed in thought, finding that as always the Gods did indeed work in curious ways. "Well," Hilte could not presume to know of what a hermit such...

She'd not kept an exact count of how many had died on the borders of her protection here, though Hilte wagered after so long it was likely into the hundreds. Seldom did they arrive alone, but hunted in packs, and despite their seeming intelligence, they never did learn to avoid or breach her...

Indeed, she had believed many impossible things were possible once she'd been allowed to broaden the horizons of her thoughts beyond that of the commune. There was never such a strong force of doubt as that of centuries of history and the stubborn beliefs of their aged superiors. Not that she...

"If they have a given name I do not recall it," she admitted freely, "I refer to them as Gwathui Pearls. They form as a galstone within older Gwathui, so they are not terribly common since most of them die young. I have found only those that have risen to leading their packs carry them." The...

There was predictability in the design of ants. One could watch a colony for weeks and know, without fault, just what they could predict of them. The ants lived for the whole, much like the Aerai always had. When faced with a challenge, the ants used pheromones to communicate with one another...

Allies were good. They'd had few, historically speaking. Hilte could not exactly say why they had forsaken the help of others for so long. Perhaps they were simply too concerned with the commonality. Perhaps they were too prideful or vain. Or perhaps they'd simply forgotten how to ask for help...

A piece of news that did not come at a terrible surprise, but was bitterly unwelcome regardless of its chances of coming to pass. "Unsettling," she admitted in a quiet tone, but appeared no more bothered or hurried in her present machinations. This land had known peace under her tenure and...

Hilte moved through the door that lead to the back where she deposited the gwathui onto a stone slab made rather specifically for gutting and cleaning kills. It's original intent for creatures like deer, rabbit, or fowl - and while it still saw those things, it also on the rare occasion saw the...

If he could see her face at all, he might see a smile of contentment at his words. Less a sense of hubris for attaining something thought impossible, and more for the simplicity of upholding one's word. As for the gwathui, she glanced toward the creature's limp body over her shoulder, "Waste...

That name meant something. Maybe. Eren was not an uncommon name, but perhaps a shortened form of a longer one. She decided not to spend too much time on it, as the consequence of his name would make itself known when it needed to. "It was under the protection of a Priest named Heiter before I...

She walked through the dale calm and content, the horrible creature slung over her shoulder like a sleeping child. Her steps were quiet among the gentle swishing of her cloak and the songful sounds of the evening. This a path she took every night, walking beneath every phase of the moons one...

"No?" Quinn asked as she moved about their kitchen and began to pull out extra setting pieces for their guest, "Huh - I'm sure you could when she comes through town on her evening walk. Every night, sure as the moon rises, she comes walking up the lane." But on this night, even after supper (or...

"Not seen another one of you around here before," said the woman as she walked, her stride slightly hobbled by an old injury or perhaps arthritis, "then again I suppose you lot like your privacy and I cannae fault you for that. With those two pups runnin' amok I can hardly hear meself think half...