Recent content by Izoldë

The leopard merely shrugged at the vampire's explosive query; two-legged's protected bits of rock too for seemingly no good reason. Why not a tree? At least the tree was big and its branches were comfortable to sleep in - something the Knights would no likely frown upon if they thought her...

A soldier obediently stepped forward to grab hold of the iron leash that bound the necromancer. He didn't utter so much as a grunt, just a sharp tug that indicated Keres should follow or would discover quite quickly what would happen if she didn't. The next lot were already being reeled onto...

Izoldë wrinkled her nose in disgust at the idea of being given sap. The skinwalkers needs were simple ones: if she could not eat it she did not see the merit in it. Heal paw. Was deal. She cared for little else. Her distate only seemed to deepen at the vampires next question. Metal men. With...

There was a huffing noise from the leopard that sounded like a laugh. Izoldë Great Tree Guide, she mused. The Skinwalker could not imagine why the sap of the tree would be of importance but... Big Tree has magic, maybe is this... sap. She didn't understand how magic worked but she had seen...

The leopard's head cocked to one side as she considered the word happy. What was happiness? She tried to conjure up the feeling to compare it to how she felt now and failed. Satisfied. That was how she felt, especially after a good hunt and a full belly. It was enough, wasn't it? The niggle of...

Izoldë glanced over her shoulder then back to her path, leaping with care onto a boulder and down the other side. Perhaps if she had more memories of what it was to be civilised she would have apologised in return, offered some sort of forgiveness, but wasn't anywhere close to it. I am Izoldë...

Vampire. She had heard that word before, and now he had said it again the faint memories it stirred up did match Iren's description. Another type of predator, but Izoldë had the confidence of youth and so dismissed it. Which is why she allowed him to get so close to her. That was, at least...

"Maybe we should have left her as a leopard." Tomas looked across at his friend indignantly, three deep, freshly stitched wounds running down the side of his face. At least Pytr had the decency to duck his head in shame at the thoughtless comment. He didn't, however, have the decency to shut...

The leopard paused in her careful grooming at the poignant question. Flickers of memory raced across her mind. Of the so called monster hunters who had butchered her pack, of a woman's tear-stained face as she told her child to run and not look back, of a scream that had driven her so deep into...

Izoldë regarded the vampire before her for a few pregnant beats before standing and shucking off the cloak. "Keep up," was all she said before the kaleidoscope of colours covered her skin and gave way to patterned fur. The large leopard gave maybe-friend one last look before loping off at an...

The girl cocked her head to the side at the choice of words. She hadn't ever seen the Big Tree rutting with another but this world was strange. These mountains, whilst familiar in a fashion, were so different to the slopes she had called home. Such thoughts vanished however when he finished the...

Izoldë studied the even-less-dead male as he drank. He carried himself in the type of way she had seen other humans in gilded carriages or fancy frilly clothing did. Like a pack leader, or whatever seemed to pass for one amongst humans. Yet from what little she had observed of humans -...

Izoldë let out an indignant hiss as the cloak was dropped atop her head. She shook her head violently to dislodge it enough that it settled on her shoulders instead but made no effort to pull it tight around her. Her focus was on the bloodied meat in her hand. The only pause in her chewing was...

The leopard seemed to weigh up its options, eyes never leaving the dangling meat. Yet, instead of jumping down the large snowcat shifted in a kaleidoscope of colours. Glistening fur vanished replaced by pale skin that rivalled the vampires, and matted long hair that was in need of a good brush...

How I know you no run away? Or take More, the leopard countered then her green eyes flickered to the bag once more. Food now for blood now. Fix paw for not leaving. Final offer, the thought seemed to say.