Recent content by Izara

The Falwood was everything everyone always said it was. Verdant and full of life. A sea of green as far as the eye could see. Ferns and moss among the trees, large mushrooms growing between roots far older than Izara herself. It was the exact opposite of home, or what she used to call home back...

It made sense that the group would end up separated, even if they all tried to get to the same destination. They had no plan other than to help the other group, and each of them fought with a style that was as unique as their backstories. While the run had been exhilarating, when it came to...

Izara looked at the commotion, her boisterous zeal subdued as she tried to piece together what had happened. Where had that group gone wrong? It might have just been a bad stroke of luck, or were there traps? Did they have scouts and lookouts? When she turned to look at Blondie, she had yet to...

Man, oh man, did she have the best ideas ever! She brought the fire, the rat handled the water. She had a nice little ship called Lucky Star, and Blondie was lucky. She had cat ears, and the big guy was a giant minotaur. She hit things hard, and so did the tall woman. Izzy couldn't relate to the...

It turned out that finding the necromancer was easy, just as easy as Izzy had expected, but now there was a new problem: there were many, many, many undead. She wasn’t sure how there could be so many, how many people had exactly died here and why was there so many dead? She wondered if Drakomir...

With each step the purple snake took, getting further and further from their ship, the sooner Izzy would wake. When she did open her eyes, her body was alert before her mind could register what had happened. Every muscle was tense and taut, ears pricked, nose searching. She felt a dull bite, the...

Frustrated, Izara had begun picking at something in between her teeth with a sharp, pointed nail. With her ears flat across her head and tail swishing to and fro in irritation, some may have thought she looked nervous. That couldn’t be farther from the truth, Izzy had never come across a...

Narrowed blue eyes slid over to a wizened woman dressed in a manner that seemed to perfectly suit her despite Izzy knowing nothing about her. For some reason, being corrected by a stranger instead of being corrected by Dieder felt worse, as if the notion of Izzy lacking cleverness was true. She...

Sometimes too many sweaty bodies with too many loud mouths could put Izzy in a funk. Her senses felt clouded and convoluted, and yet strangely enough, also felt too precise. She could pinpoint the man who reeked of grease and fish guts, even if she was far away from him. Her eyes twitched...

Izzy could easily look over DJ’s shoulder as he pulled open the door, being met with the sight of a small blonde boy who was holding a small pot in one hand and a metal ladle in the other. His eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape at having been caught. For the briefest second his sky blue eyes...

Since when did they have rat traps? Despite the joke of her being a mouse hunter, Izzy had never once set a mouse trap. Why would she? If there were any rats— and usually there weren’t— then it always ended up being a fun little game for her. Something about movement always caught her eyes and...

“No.” Izzy said, yawning and turning over to press her face into the wood. She sighed, shoulders slopping. “Go back to sleep.” A hand and foot struck out, searching for his long, skinny limbs and trying to pull his warmth back into her. “It’s just the rats.” Another clank and Izzy’s ears...

“Steal what?” Izzy said, feigning disinterest but failing if one noticed the little things: the flick of her ears, the way she subtly leaned forward and the tip of her tail curling up. Even if it was something as boring as a old, dusty book made from human-skin wouldn’t matter. An accomplished...

Izzy followed after DJ, looking over her shoulder in case it was a trap of some sort. Her heightened senses caught onto nothing though and soon enough, they stood before the man who had clearly taken their winnings. “I didn’t win anything, we were gonna steal it once that fight started. All to...

Dieder was right to trust in Izzy’s abilities. The letai woman pushed herself off of the brute, landing on her feet and then turning around, she kicked at the back of his knee to make sure that he would stay down. She followed after DJ, grabbing his hand to help lead him through the crowd that...