Recent content by Lale Carvyre

Up the stairs, and the room to her right, two doors down, Lale knew there was no need to knock. She opened the door and strode in, pausing only to close it behind herself before turning to glimpse the bulky male by the window. When he spoke, Lale crossed the room, slowing herself before coming...

Many remembered Valenntenia to be peaceful, kind, and gracious, but to their own Descended families, favour could be swayed easily. Odhran Carvyre had been one of the most influential Generals of the Vanguard, but his distaste for being slighted for the role of Absalon had cut him deeply. He...

Carvyre simply smiled and did not try to keep the Guardian around for more conversation. Her eyes lifted, seeing the Absalon slowly make his way towards the heart of the festivities. Before she could be seen by him and approached, she turned and melded into the growing crowd. Perhaps she will...

Lale was pleased to hear Konstantin accept her offer of champion, having met a number of potential names to throw into the ring with the famed Guardian of Power. The mind of a Carvyre was always at work, but Lale simply gave a smile in response. Her dangerous eyes watched the couples now...

Lale let out a small laugh. Konstantin was an entertainment of conversation she had not had in a long while, but she knew when to play her cards on a night like this, celebrating the continuation of their ancient city. "Oh, but I am no skilled warrior, Guardian Clay." She lifted her forgotten...

Lale smiled. Perhaps it was the vulpine mask she chose, the precise detailing to her eyes to outline them in a similar fashion, that paired with her smile, she looked as devious as the vicious whispers about her family. "Gossip? Oh, no." Her grey eyes now went to the many that now took to the...

The Carvyre woman simply smiled, yet such an innocent picture was not as it seemed, not when she wore the mask of a fox, for a fox may change it's colour, but never it's character. "It is the Valenn Festival, is it not? I am simply doing my part as one of the Descendant bloodlines to be...

Konstantine? Lale whipped her head around to survey the area, hoping to catch sight of the Guardian of Power. Introductions only, no need to pale the evening with her talks of change for the Valenntenia they all served. Slate grey eyes caught sight of a fine dressed male, and of course there...

Lale chose to arrive alone to the Tower, grey eyes noting each Vanguard member that patrolled the area. Old Town had come alive, lit up by warm glow of lanterns and decorated with every shape and form of flower arrangements. There was no doubt magic had been put to work to enchant the seaside...

Lale lifted a brow, rounding onto the woman of Disease's grasp. "What I want you to do, Guardian Bohnes, is to find out the fractures in the people here. Start with the Vanguard, hear their woes from their mouths." Carvyre peered down at her coat, flicking nothing from the woolen front of it...

Lale stewed in her frustration and anger, but did not show any indication of her emotions to the Absalon. She simply stared at him like she had used to with her father; silent contempt that often had him shouting and raising his voice, getting into her face and calling her obscenities. Perhaps...

Her father? Then she had remembered the request of Odhran Carvyre earlier this day, when Lale came to check in on him. "No. There are family affairs I must tend to. He will be pleased to see you." She did not turn around. Kaira had the curious ability to unarm oneself with just her eyes...

"Because I did not want to dwell on death." Lale walked away, back to the middle of the entrance hall and pointed to the front door. "Leave. You are no longer welcome in this house, Yehven. I do not need to be reminded of my sister, of the deepest wound I may ever endure. I am not like you. I...

Lale knew the reasons, but she had not been asking for all fifteen Guardians to be present. But she had enough of speech already, of asking for change that many were so oblivious to in the first place. Either they saw her for her father's misdeeds, or her aggressive approach for change. To be...

"I stopped grieving the moment I realised there was no use in doing so." She had provoked Kaira, and now the younger woman only irritated her by being... Kaira Yehven. "Liya is dead. No one can fix that. This city failed her! Our medics are rubbish in comparison to those in Dornoch." "Liya...