Recent content by Nathaira

Nathaira allowed Kasimir to hold her, and allowed herself to fold into his arms. She inhaled his scent deeply, listened to his heart beating next to her ear, let his warmth soak into her. She let the thoughts fall away, bit by bit, feeling them dissolve into quiet nothing. She could pick the...

Nathaira nodded and stood quickly. Her muscles felt strong, warm, and ready to go. She remembered to thank the smith for his time just before pulling Kasimir from the forge. She wasn’t taking them anywhere in particular, just away from that painfully uncomfortable conversation. Even though the...

Nathaira focused her attention on the forges while the smith thought, letting the comfort of the heat overpower the unease of the situation. She laced a quiet finger around Kasimir's thumb and held there. She liked to touch Kasimir when she needed reminding to think as a pair, as a group, and...

Nathaira furrowed her brow for just a second. Last night he had not approved of them assassinating the warband’s leaders. Had he had a change of heart? Did he just want to be honest to the town about what they were doing? ”We have time,” she chimed back in. ”It iss unlikely the army will reach...

Plan. That was a generous word. Nathaira didn’t feel like they had a plan. They had an idea, a notion, but not a plan. Almost every plan Nathaira had made before ended with someone being killed. Their escape had taken some planning (and a tremendous amount of luck and improvisation), but it had...

The forge was warm. Not as warm as when it was in full use, where the heat was oppressive even to Nat, but warm enough to put a pinch of extra vigor in her step. She took a seat on the bench as close to the furnaces as she could. The smith’s astuteness took her off guard, and she could not...

Nathaira’s tongue flicked through the air all the way to the smithy’s. The morning’s odor was thick with dew and moist dirt that the sun had not yet baked dry, while Kasimir’s carefully prepared meal remained a constant backdrop. The tiefling’s scent was one she had become most intimately...

Nathaira slept uneasily that night. She was unable to keep her thoughts still as she contemplated what tomorrow would bring. If only she could claim she didn't know how to execute such a plan, where to start or how to enact it... but the pair of them were far too clever for that. Nathaira knew...

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...