Recent content by Leander Urahil

He had cast his nullification magic too late. Leander got to watch in horror as that large ball of flame made its way to the cart. If only he had been quicker at uttering a elbion rain spell, but Leander was no Pirian and he was no Houri or Ysobel that controlled the temperamental skies above...

Leander was uncertain why cousins would be invited— especially a cousin that he did not enjoy and another that he found to be more of a nuisance than an asset. Strangely enough, he found Ysvain and Kora to be interchangeable in that regard. Were they siblings? He couldn’t remember if they were...

"Fine!" Leander huffed, turning his back to Thraah, not willing to explain to her little brain in her stupid, little, round head that these horses were some of the best. She wouldn't understand; no, she couldn't understand! Leander went about taking off his gauntlets, about ready to find a good...

V E L S O N D O R [link] | [link] While the Urahils were wealthy enough to own a grand estate in the city of Vel Anir, when it came to significant business, the family went to Vel Sondor to discuss in privacy the matters that Felix found so important. It was the home the twins grew up in...

"Academy horses aren't like the clod mules you people use; they either come back to the initiates or run back to the Academy." A stiff retort and flare of his nostrils was all Leander could do to show his displeasure as Thraah wiggled out from his fingers. He stared down at her round face, once...

Leander hadn’t even took more than two steps away from Thraah before she began running her mouth. He could handle an insult or two, especially if he found them to be more of a compliment— everyone knew male peacocks were one of the most sought out exotic pets in Vel Anir, and obviously he wasn’t...

A pause at the term of endearment. Sweetheart. His jaw felt tight, no, it hurt as he ground his teeth together. He felt at the base of his head, right where it connected to his neck, a tension so deep that he wondered if someone had come behind him and smacked him with a blunt object. My...

“SHUT UP!” Leander shouted back. “Who the fuck died that makes you think you can talk to me that way?” If Thraah was annoyed, so was he. Both of them had begrudgingly gone on this stupid mission that would have better suited the freshly made teens of the Academy. It was an insult to be tasked...

Months ago Amell had placed a strange seedling of fear into the back of Leander’s mind. When they had been in that carriage together, alone besides the two horses and well-paid coachman outside the thin walls, Leander had faced his cousin with the natural arrogance and ignorance of any young man...

Forging bonds at the Academy was rare. Initiates were never explicitly told not to trust one another or make friends. Little groups would form, but all groups were centered on a foundation of strength and begrudging respect. Surely no one had thought one another to be friends, but they had...

Leander was more than happy to tune out Thraah as she spoke of the disgusting cockle or doodle or whatever it was that she liked to eat. Leander had far more refined tastes, and he was certain Perri also had such refined tastes. He almost choked on his sip of the red wine as Perri not only...

Ivan had a point. In truth, Leander had learned a long time that silence held a particular sort of power. He was always more afraid of his father when he was silent, the same went for Felix and Amell. Silence was uncontrollable and indomitable, if one thought about it deeply, it was like the...

Leander moved to the table, sitting once more beside Ivan. Although perhaps that wasn’t the best idea as that meant he had to answer the questions that Ivan had whispered to him before they had left their originally seats. Leander would have preferred to be a guard but he supposed his cousin...

Leander was about to play further into his remark about the women in Dornoch but Proctor Urahil began speaking. Whether or not she was his cousin, Leander didn’t dare speak. Years at the Academy and their brutal punishments couldn’t so easily be tossed to the wind after two and a half years...

“She wants to know what kind of red wine,” Leander said to Ivan as he was sitting right next to him. After the dance, which perhaps should have humbled Leander but didn’t, much to no one’s surprise, Leander had forgiven his friend without having to say anything at all. Clearly it had been...