Recent content by Kharia Na'amro

Kharia felt a ton of metal slam into her, a small grunt coming from her lips as she slammed into the snow, staring at the Vampire with confusion. Was she like her? A vampire that didn't want to be a Vampire? Why not kill herself? Kharia had a reason, so she wouldn't...maybe she had one too...

Looking back, Kharia figured it was probably the sheer hate in her words, so like her own, that did the deed and stopped her in her tracks. One simple sentence came from the Vampire's mouth and, although she wasn't actively listening, her brain still registered it. Disgusting kin... She...

It wasn't that Kharia felt intimidated when she received the summons, it was just that she knew things would get annoyingly complicated for her if she refused. Following the guards, as she was admitted through the gate, she kept a firm hand on the hilt of her Chokúto just in case something went...

This jack had some sass to go with his ass. Kharia held up a finger in a sharp rebuke, tutting at him. "Walking over to chat with rude creeper who was watching a woman like they were the most appetizing thing in the room, I think you mean," She said harshly, scoffing as she looked down at the...

Kharia was focused intently on the Vampire, but that didn't mean she was blind to everything going on around her. As she left the ground, she noted the foot attempting to throw her off-target, responding simply out of instinct. She lifted her left leg up, stepping on the metallic leg for the...

Kharia's blade struck true, though not quite where she had hoped. Either as a consequence of one eye or because of the small window of time to move, her sword instead drove through the vampire's chest, tainted blood spraying over Kharia's vest and littering the snow around them. A mortal blow...

Regardless of the fact that what little she had was long since deteriorated, Kharia felt her blood boil as the figure rose, exposing claws and having the gall to say it wasn't what it looked like. She had been on the other end of that pairing, she remembered that feeling of her life ebbing away...

Kharia raised an eyebrow at the little elf as he seemed to just now realize that staring was considered rude. Obviously he had never been called on it before or he was just shit at coming up with plausible excuses, rattling off a line so stupidly on the nose that she might have confused it for...

She had smelled it first, the fruity aroma that sent a shiver of warmth down her body. Kharia had been walking down the road, a dead rabbit slung over her shoulder for the camp fire. She had no use for the meat, his blood was all she needed, but she always made sure to leave it nearby a wold den...

The sounds of customers bustling to and fro faded into the background, blending with the lutes and flutes and drums of the musicians giving a little merriment to the oblivious. Kharia felt her brain go quiet, ears perking up as her body, though dead, still managed to freeze a little. She knew...

Kharia slipped into the kingdom with nary a sound, nothing seen, nor said. She normally wouldn't have ventured out this far but she needed a change of pace from the stink of slavers...so she came to an Empire that used slaves...smart. It didn't matter much, either way, just as long as she wasn't...