Recent content by Malphias

His eyes fell on the knife, cheeks dimpling as his grin grew wide enough to let a breathy laugh tumble free of his lips. "Here?.. I've never really been much of an exhibitionist but.." his dark brow arched and his head bobbed. His fingers curled around the well worn blade and he turned it in his...

Oh here we go, Mal thought to himself, his lips pressing into a thin line as he gave a slow, sage nod. "The dark Gods.." he repeated in a shallow sigh, raising his hands as though in worship. His brow quirked. He had absolutely no doubt that she'd raided and killed quite a bit. She had...

The devil's cheeks dimpled as he flashed her a smile, his usually too-white teeth still pink with the residue of his last bite. His shoulders rolled and he stretched out the tension in the back of his neck, lacing his fingers behind his head and tipping back in his chair as he regarded the...

Malphias tensed at the sound of the footsteps, a long dagger slipped into his hand as though from nothing, a wisp of purple smoke dissipating around it for a moment. Kala however, seemed to have the mess handled, and as he waited he folded his arms and examined his fingernails as though to make...

Malphias kept a close eye on the little fae, her use of magic thrumming over his skin like the tickle of a soft breeze. He shuddered silently, watching the little ball of fae light and pausing as she spoke up, his gaze following her to that chest. His eyes narrowed, thinking perhaps that...

Malphias ran his tongue over his sharpened incisor as he grinned at Kala's sarcasm and turned his attention to picking a fleck of dust from his sleeve.. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.. It suits you, Blue." he rumbled coyly as he waited for her to deal with the lock. "Thieving is what she...

Malphias stood watch for a moment longer before pulling himself up the rope behind the pair. His priority was on smoothing out his wrinkled jacket, adjusting his collar and dusting himself of any dust or debris. After ensuring his hair was in place and he was as immaculate as ever, he returned...

"What?" his brows rose and he gave a husky chuckle at the little fae's temper, gesturing toward the harpy with a shrug. "I thought she was pretty!..But, I'm sorry. Did you have another plan for distracting the guards, or were you just expecting that we waltz right in?.." he asked sarcastically...

Malphias swaggered with his usual casual grace, unhurried and silently amused by his own thoughts. He swept a hand through his hair, and the shroud of glamour worked its way down from head to toe, the horns disappearing first with a faint, lilac mist. His eyes glimmered a crystalline blue, his...

His grin grew razor sharp. At what the fae had said, at the darkness in her smile, clear as crystal. He was of course absolutely determined to get his three vials of blood regardless, one way or another, he almost always got what he wanted. He stared at the little fae for a moment longer...

Malphias dragged in a sharp gasp at Kala's hurtful comments, a grimace of pain on his chiselled features as he pressed a hand to his chest as though he'd been mortally wounded. "You cut me deep, Blue." he hissed and returned the tiefling's smirk before Lyssia's magic yanked his attention back to...

Ah, that shock and disgust. The fear. Each a delight. His grin widened, and sharpened canines pinched at that lower lip to suppress a chuckle. He soaked in each of those little emotions, his crimson gaze fixed upon each idiosyncrasy, appreciating the subtle struggle quite visible on her pretty...

That silver tongue of his rolled over his upper lip as his grin grew and a husky chortle worked its way from his throat at the mention of gold. He bobbed his head and quirked a brow in mute response to it's sufficiency, of course it was sufficient, and yet.. "How very original of you." he...

Oh he could feel that pugnacity simmering under her skin, and how he enjoyed scraping at the surface. He watched her with that corruptive, perpetual grin as she spoke, a slender brow arching at her confidence despite being in a room alone with two of his kind. She had fire in her veins, a...

Crimson eyes flared with surprise at the tiny woman's reprimand, his brows rising and his cheeks dimpling with a grin, that chiselled face of his suffused with a coy and menacing light. "Oh, my tongue has a mind of it's own, there is no controlling it." he simpered salaciously. He straightened...