Recent content by Katyr

No answer came from his lips. The slow and shallow rise and fall of his chest finally stopped. His eyes, still open, stared into the distance. Sorai was left with the only the sounds of forest, and a promise that he would always protect her. A promise that would be kept. The tattoo on her...

"Shh." Katyr quieted her, the smile still playing across his lips. His fingers squeezed hers, grip weak, but just strong enough that she would feel the comfort of his touch. "It's okay." He told her softly. "It's okay." "You're not alone." Katyr said, his fingers dragging over the runes now...

Katyr's head slowly shook from side to side as Sorai began to protest, her strangled cries echoing through the small clearing. His fingers dragged slowly over her cheek, arm shaking as what little strength he had left began to fail him. His palm fell, leaving a trail of crimson on her olive...

He felt his knees buckle out from beneath him, pain lancing through every fiber of his being as he half collapsed besides the Dreadlord. His fingers slipped from the blade that had buried itself within the man's chest, and as he fell Sorai barely managed to catch him. Her arms grasping at his...

Katyr shifted, the knife now in his hand as he turned on his heel to once again face the Dreadlord. Eyes flickered to Sorai for just a brief second, but he knew there was nothing he could do for her in that moment. Nothing that wouldn't put them both in danger. The Dreadlord had to die first...

Katyr opened his mouth to offer a repute to the Dreadlord, but even words were not quick enough. Anirians, as a rule, did not speak for long. It was a fact that the Elf had learned during the second Elven War, when humanity had marched back into the Falwood and shown his people just how quickly...

"Stop." The voice came as an echo. Shouted through the clearing of the forest, it resounded among the trees like a thunderclap. Accented only by the swift flight of a blade. The Dreadlord snapped away, the shadowed smoke shirking from around Sorai and wrapping almost defensively around the...

Katyr ran this time. Every step he took saw him further from the Falwood, further from home. Yet he snapped up each one in turn with another, rushing through the ancient forest and stolen boots and tattered rags. Moving with the unimpeded speed that only an elf could. In future generations...

Katyr stood in place. Frozen. He did not know how long he was there, trapped between that feeling in his head and the home that he had yearned for for so long. His fingers had long balled into fists, his eyes shut as he tried to think, focus, remember. How many humans had he killed...

A day, that was what it took. Katyr did not stop the whole night, not for a moment of rest or a second to take a drink of water. His mind was focused, driven, there was only one thing that he wanted in that moment. One thing that he truly needed. What he had craved for nearly two hundred years...

Katyr almost immediately stiffened as the human girl wrapped her arms around him. He expected knife to fall between his shoulder blades, an arrow to somehow snap from the fields and enter his rib cage. Something, some way to kill him. Nothing came though. For a few moments he simply stood...

Katyr turned on his heel, slowly turning his head to peer at the small windmill that had been their home for the last few days. He gently pressed his hand to the doorway, lowering his head before he whispered something quietly. Then without any further hesitation he opened the door. As he had...

Katyr sat quietly, not sleeping, but entering a quiet meditation. As the hours passed he thought of home. Not of the people that he might see again, not of his mother or father, no. He thought them all dead. The hope of ever seeing them again having long since been buried. A way to protect...

There was a lull once more as he considered, and then slowly Katyr shook his head. "No." The word came quickly, perhaps a touch more harshly than he had meant it to. "I mean, no, that's alright." Even if he had wanted to, Katyr doubted that he would have been able to sleep. Tension still...

Her words hung in the air for a few seconds, and then slowly the Elf stood. Even standing he towered over her, now with her laying on the small stack of hay he seemed little less than an utter giant. "No." He told her, his voice quiet. Apparently choosing to ignore the statement she had made...