Recent content by Illyria

Illyria gave him a strange look. It was one thing for him to see her den, to have shared a bed at the inn, but to see something of his intrigued her. Of course, this city called Alliria was his home, his domain, just as the Falwood became her own. He had spent this time in her domain that...

Illyria leaned against the cart, looking up at Crux with furrowed brows. "All I can think of is how the rest of Alliria will look like if that's the introduction I was given." She thought it over, hestitating on her answer as she slowly climbed back up to take up her seat beside him again...

Illyria watched as the woman passed before her eyes. She was not sure if she should grieve, a stranger that never remarked anything special upon her life. She did not move, staying at the woman's side a moment out of respect. After she was done, she rose and turned to Crux. "Can't hurt to...

"Answers." Illyria blurted, but she did not apologise to Crux for speaking first. Between the two of them, Illyria looked less intimidating, with her shorter stature and youthful face, despite the gauntness to it, there was no mistaking her softness in her human facade. "There was an incident...

Her eyes watched as his skin darkened until it was onyx, but after a short few seconds, he had returned to his natural state. They both could change, a thought that fascinated and made Illyria feel... comfortable. That he would understand her better than most could. And that snarl on his lips...

Illyria shifted, approaching the building with curiosity. "Same scent." She confirmed, crouching and leaning forward. Fingertips kept her balanced, keeping quiet a moment before her head whipped to the side, listening. "Someone is inside. Shallow breaths, but... they are healthy. I can smell...

She was glad to have something to do to take her mind off the thought of being watched, of something lying in wait for them. His asking for her assistance allowed Illyria to take a moment and concentrate on the magic that filled her veins. She called upon the nose of a wolf, scenting the alley...

Illyria made a face, but was unsure at what exactly. "The less questions the child asks, the better." She was on guard now, ever since Crux had mentioned he had seen a member of the cult this way last he was here. In an effort to keep them on task, she reached for his hand and interlaced her...

She was quiet now, looking to Crux for his guidance and assurance. Once he parked the wagon, Illyria grabbed her bag, not trusting to leave it behind as she followed behind him and out from the driver's seat. There was only a sliver of apprehension in her muscles as she pressed herself closely...

Illyria hid her bag well, keeping herself seated beside him as the wagon rolled through the slums. At least, she suspected that was where they were now, having no real clue at all what the term meant. It looked grand still to her eyes, as homes, businesses, alleyways, everything making up this...

Illyria gaped at the sheer size of the city beyond, the beauty of it's location with glistening light catching atop the gentle waves that seemed to course through the city. She sunk in her seat, mixed with anticipation and unease, wracked with nerves and excitement. Not only was this the...

Nerves were nothing to her, but anticipation, vigilance. Things she would be known to experience as a wolf kept her on edge as their wagon wheeled closer, and now they were next. No longer was she pressed against Crux, not needing his presence to ground her when she rather facing forward to see...

"If only I can shift into something that can withstand such crowds..." Perhaps it was the comforts of the night that made her more comfortable in his presence. Illyria edged closer to him, her hand shifting to cover more of his lap as her knee now rested against him. "So then, I should bear it...

She looked to him and saw the sincerity she felt coming off from him. An appreciative smile curved at her lips, and Illyria moved to reach a hand to rest on his lap and squeezed. "If we are able to find somewhere to stay that allows me to... make it comfortable for myself, then I will have...

She felt the softness in his touch, such a brief gesture at her head, but it was one she liked the feel of coming from him. After their night, a touch of sweetness... Illyria watched him go for the exit, leaving her to finish the rest of her meal and drink before counting her coins to pay, and...