Recent content by Maveriel Valthoras

Mave patiently waited for this man before her to read from this book he had been reaching prior to falling to the floor. Perhaps it was simply the least she could do to indulge him with some excess attention amid his embarrassment. Right, it might be that he was more quiet than shy to begin...

So, despite her words and what she had surmised, it turned out that Mave’s predictions were proven that very moment. That or the lad was just that embarrassed and decided not to turn down the offered book with a frown. Whatever. Time marched ever onward and he seemed smart enough to interpret...

This feeling. It made her knees quake, her fingers shiver, as memories shifted within Mave like a gentle breeze one moment and a violent wind the next. Her experiences brought her back to her homeland, to her forest within Falwood, in the village of Lithrim. Insignificant on the greater map...

There was a sudden thud that erupted in the library. It wasn’t from the thump of a book shutting because of a violent thumb after an exciting read, or a door closing that led to a privy, but simply because of someone’s butt as it clashed with the floor and books landed on his noggin. In the...

It was quiet, just as an establishment like this should be. A few whispers over here, murmurs in corners, but this was the kind of environment that catered to silence and solace. Though there was an irony to this library and it wasn’t lost on one of its inhabitants. It wasn’t simply that the...

She bowed her head, and then turned her eyes back out the window. There is no ghost, no grave, no throne so brave as the one who walks the waste and stalks the slain. Memories unbidden, but they came all the same, as Mave stood beside her companion gazing into the rain. The blade is fire and...

“Only so long as you are beside me.” Eight words. He ate them, each and every letter, like lyrics, like verses. If he didn’t taste them the way one claimed the universe then of what merit were his words to her? If today ended and Mave was not beside Kerrick come night, then did his words carry...

Taunting. Watching this man watch her, feel his gaze bite her eyes like his teeth might if they gave way to her skin. It was a haunting thought, ever since she had first met him, to the moment she had bedded him. The night they met in that tavern, O how her heart had burned like the fire in her...

When morning came, Mave struggled to come awake. Her mind was troubled. Starlight was in her vision; stars so far from home. You could see them on a clear sky in an open plain or beneath the canopy of the woodland. All the same, you could know one twinkle from another if you had the skill, and...

Was there pleasure in this for her? Perhaps. To know how much his thirst burned within this sunlit forest even amid those shadows. Was it punishment for the crimes he had committed in his old life? Perhaps not. A repentant man, vampire or otherwise, did he deserve a second chance in this life...

Strange, the things you remember… She thought as she walked across the land. Grass stretched upward toward her shins, tall enough for her fingers to curl within, long enough to bend as they did. Leaves blew in the wind, fallen from treetops further above, as crown after crown of sylvan royalty...

Mindless passion. Yes. That’s what this is. Yet wasn’t it so much more? Maveriel Valthoras had long since learned to swing the sword, with indifference as much as passion, to sever life from death in an instant. Yet she had also learned to kiss the lips, and that passion was different. Like...

Lost in thought. Memories just go on and on. In retrospect, yes, who would know of Mave’s home? Lithrim was but a plain village in comparison to the greater depths of the forest. In elven realms gilded, wherein the canopy of Falwood’s trees becomes its own crown, hers was a settlement surrounded...

Two women in a chamber. Simply. No more or less at this moment. If much and more in the sense of their individual nature. They may drink their fill of tea but, ever the warrior, ever the wanderer, they both knew that they would eventually leave these ruins and go forth. Whether to explore and...

Man. Woman. Vampire. Elf. Both beings knew age in their own ways as the tree knew its own roots, as the leaves of its branches may wither away, only to be regrown between the seasons. As spring turned to summer, summer turned to autumn, autumn turned to winter. However, somewhere in between...