Recent content by Leovold

"I am quite the... kind to not speak so freely. Even amongst those I trust." That much was easy to understand at least. Leovold was often brazen in front of his father because he often bore few tangible consequences for doing so, but even then, Eira was the only one who knew that Leovold's...

The pair walked towards a long, curving flight of stairs and began to ascend. Eira's act was...convincing. The way she hung upon Leovold's side was something he'd watched his mother do before, seen couples in public that seemed to genuinely care for each other do. Yet he knew that it was just...

Success. Or something approaching it. The noble and dragon had collided with the Jarlax chief's abominable mount, even sundered it in two, yet still it reveled in its own affront to nature by refusing to die. Perhaps Leovold should have known better; Jarlax and their kin were nothing if not...

"No, not opposed at all," Leovold replied, standing from the table shortly after Eira did. He noted her boots as she rose, admiring the mixture of elegance and practicality she chose to don. "And of course, I wish to be of help to you, as well. It helps that I actually enjoy your presence, as...

Lady Annaliese nodded her encouragement to the idea, seemingly joyful to allow the young couple some alone time. "By all means, stay as long as you like. And thank you for coming dear, you've been wonderful," she chimed, before retreating to a reading room of her own. Leovold exhaled as though...

Eira's response was practiced and measured. The woman was as shrewd as ever, in a fashion that earned a proud smirk from Leovold. Yet, somehow, it felt hollow. Leovold had not wanted to marry. He had not wanted a partner, and he certainly had not needed this distraction in his life, this mate...

Lady Annaliese smirked, delighted that her confectionary gambit had payed off. "A little Kesh drake told me..." she tittered, casting a quick glance at Leovold. "I do so hate it when you call me that," Leo said with a roll of his gently glowing eyes, though he couldn't help but crack a slight...

Irksome fool. A marked, disgraced noble riding a pale imitation of a sun dragon, mustering the nerve to speak with such disrespect to the man who was fighting alongside him. It ate at Leovold's pride, and Iralux could sense it too, the leylines of light along the dragon's body beginning to...

Leovold let slip a soft, knowing laugh. Eira had picked the perfect topic to touch on, and delivered just the right compliment. The dam would soon break, and his mother's gushing would soon follow. Sure enough, Lady Annaliese lit up like a sun dragon, positively beaming in an instant. She...

Leovold cast a curious glance towards Eira, a brow quirked in her direction and a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Of course, my Lady. I'd be most happy to," he replied. Tyros simply glared for a moment before grunting, shrugging, and returning to his meal. He wasn't a terribly...

"That's correct," Leovold pitched in at Eira's question, quite proud of the answer. It was "meaningless drivel" according to his father, but Leo had always been quite proud of his family's history. "House Solherre have long had close ties to the throne since many of us have served as Scaleguard...

The young nobleman drank in the sight of his bride-to-be, his eyes tarrying at the high slits of her dress and the thigh-highs she'd seen to pair with the outfit. "And your dress's elegance matches that of Tyafainne, as majestic as the moon," he chimed back, unusually poetic for him. If there...

A violent jet of plasma erupted from Iralux's mouth, tearing a perfect hole through the assailing wyvern's chest. The life drained from the thing's eyes and it fell from the air, a smoldering husk. Not one to be outdone, Leovold had Iralux dive right after the branded pair. A Jarlax bat rider...

Aid was welcome...Leovold just wished it could come from any other source but the ones that were presently providing it. The Solherre heir fought on and on, his Scaleguard comrades at his sides, slowly getting overwhelmed and pushed back. Jarlax bat riders and wyverns alike took their victories...

Lord Tyros and Lady Anneliese stood from their seats at the table within the grand Solherre dining hall, offering her a respectful bow and curtsey, respectively, in turn. "You are most welcome, Young Lady Malennis. You are soon to be my daughter-in-law...it is only natural that we might...