Recent content by Mikaela Ryurik

Iron sliced through foreign muscle and bone. The beast was collapsing and impaled itself on a sword so graciously offered to it by one of Mika’s fellow Nordenfiir. Roaring she rushed forward while Brenna cut into the creature’s neck. With her paws Mika got a hold of one of the horns and pulled...

The claws ripped through skin seemingly shrouded in a veil of seeping darkness. She felt them scratch the bone underneath but there was no scent of blood or any snapping sound. Apparently she had missed the chance to rip off the limb, not that she would give up on it. That’s why when the other...

Even when she had found him, stumbling and freezing, he hadn’t displayed any sign of panic, but now she thought to hear an edge to his voice that came very close to it. Perhaps back then he had been too tired, too fed up with the cold, and too on the edge to actually show his fear. Maybe he had...

Briefly she wondered if the cold iron would stick to his skin, but he seemed fine which immediately caused her to think why she even worried. From all of them he seemed to be the luckiest so far. Or perhaps it had less to do with luck and more with skills. Specifically his magic abilities...

“Ehm.. I could try? We can sleep next to each other, you seem to have warm clothes.” Mika nodded, entirely missing the ambiguity if there had been any. At least at first, after a couple of moments she wondered if it meant to be hugging each other. That she she could do, if the Elf would turn...

“I’m not entirely certain to be honest, I would take a guess and say those sent on missions to other cities and spots in the country. Perhaps they have things of value with them.., I’m but a scout, freshly gained svalen.. still learning all these adult things, you know.” she laughed, genuinely...

“Sure” she replied, slightly surprised. Surprise she didn’t try to hide from the Elf while taking the thick leather glove. Their hands turned out to be about the same size, as Mika slipped her fingers into the glove it reminded her of her winter clothes back home. The feeling of nostalgia rolled...

“I assume he called it his possession, not a trophy.” Mika’s eyes narrowed, she felt like the man was either telling them lies or wasn’t aware of his mistake. “If it had been a trophy you would have been dead, but considering he took you as his slave.. you and all that belonged to you were his...

“Well.. alright, you’re right, but still, it wasn’t my intention to cause you pain, it’s just that..” she chuckled, slightly embarrassed about having to admit it, but feeling like she had to explain. “That was my first time flying.” Both terrifying and, now that she was on the ground again...

While she couldn’t say that she actually liked these Orcs more than the ones that had trapped her, and would have most likely killed if not enslaved her, she did prefer their company. Especially that of the silent one. As the others spoke among each others she let them, simply following the...

An order was an order so they followed through. No stopping, not even when Mika thought that for Maude’s own health it might be better to take a break. Of course she didn’t go against the redhead, that, however, didn’t take away the worry she felt. Fortunately there was plenty to take into...

Awkwardly putting her knee against his body she was glad that he was wearing clothes. While Nordenfiir weren’t shy to be -- what those from the south considered -- naked, touching his scales with her knee might have felt wrong because it almost felt like an invasion of his personal space. Well...

This clingy part of her that had grown so attached to Maude so fast really wanted to stay by her side, but the redhead was a seasoned warrior who didn’t need anyone to hold her hand, aside from that, Mikaela trusted Talus to do a good job. When the mead was refused, Mika took a couple of steps...

One bear, one Dreadlord, two very worried young women and a queen. More were coming, but Mika’s eyes were on the smeared out crimson around what had to be Maude’s thigh. Gently, but quickly, her slender fingers worked as the thin layer of snow melted away beneath the warm liquid seeping from...

“Tssssk and I was worried about you for a second.” she shook her head. Perhaps she had been more worried about what Maude would do with her if she lost him during their first day. Or worried about the suffering her pride would have to go through. Regardless, he was here and he had looked worse...