Recent content by Nathaira

Nathaira literally watched Kasimir's temperature rise. Despite its lovely warmth, she diminished slightly from it. Kasimir was so scarcely vexed that Nathaira had, perhaps, forgotten to consider it a possibility. Though she did not apologize (she was still too miffed for that) her face did...

Nathaira allowed herself to be shuffled to the darkened wood's edge. The night air was cooling, and Kasimir's hand was blessedly warm. It would be difficult to argue with him when she couldn't help but lean against him, and his voice was so damned... calming all the time. She sucked her fangs...

Kasimir was right, of course, he was annoyingly consistent in that. Their newfound friends were not fools, they were simply too kind to let their curiosity get the better of them. Even kind people had limits, though, and Nathaira would not fault them if they withdrew that kindness after learning...

Kasimir's hand did not console her as much as he might have hoped. It helped to bring her thoughts back to the here and now and away from shadows past, but the here and now was still noisy and panicked. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth twice in quick succession. This whole room reeked of...

Violence had a way of finding Nathaira. “Scaleborn,” they had called her, after beating her mother to death. As they carted her to the deepest catacombs beneath Vel Anir. While they trained her by whip and hook to become even less than half human. It had found her in Samskaya on her dream...

Nathaira put a hand on Rumer's shoulder and clenched perhaps a little too tightly. The protectiveness was not new, but it was still difficult to understand. Was it from love, an emotion so novel and so uncomfortable? Or was it guilt, and feeling responsible for a life she so recently tormented...

Nathaira did not have the circulation to blush herself, but she saw Kasimir's face glow brighter as his warm blood rushed to his cheeks. Rumer's statement, and Kas' confirmation, made her happy... but she was still learning what to do with that emotion so she gave a very awkward half-smile and...

Nathaira ate the meal, and it was lovely. The warmth flooded through her and within minutes she felt the surge of energy that accompanied it. Her heart rate picked up, her eyes focused, and everything around her took on a new clarity and crispness. She was still having trouble processing these...

Nathaira had fallen asleep late. Kasimir had needed to explain his position a couple more times before she could relax enough to accept it fully. He had cheated, though, because his body produced heat and the night had grown cold, and Nathaira eventually agreed to whatever he said so long as she...

Nathaira swallowed her stew very carefully. Her amber eyes darted between Kasimir and Rumor and then back to her bowl, painfully aware of the predator's pupils within them. It was a frightening prospect. She would have been much more comfortable going to kill someone, that she at least knew...

Nathaira fought a roiling, primal desperation behind amber eyes and clenched jaw. Her need to protect Rumor was so great and so absolute that, for a moment, she could not agree with the tiefling. It was only a moment, though. The wave of maternal rage was quelled with a swallow and a long stare...

Their small cottage was meager, even by the standards of their new hamlet, but for the three of them it seemed incredibly lavish. The ceiling was low, but it did not leak thanks to Kasimir’s efforts. The windows were small but secure thanks to Nathaira’s locks and latches. The room itself was...

Nathaira nodded in thanks for Rumer's assessment of the stew. She carefully lifted it from the fire and set the pot on a thick wooden slab to cool at the center of their small table. She moved with her same serpentine fluidity to gather the settings, but found Kasimir's warm touch at her back to...

Something moved in the hut. Something slinking and undulating it’s way around a cramped kitchen and old furniture. Something with predatory intent in its amber, reptilian eyes. ”Yesss!” Nathaira, clad in a faded orange apron and thin olive tunic, swept the pie from Kasimir’s hands and inhaled...

She was standing on a riverbank. She was barefoot, and the pink sand was warm. They sky was the deep red of late sunset, but the sun itself hung high above in full noon; a burning ember bearing down. Its light cast the water in crimson, and the only sound was that of the river. How had she come...