Recent content by Noor

This time Noor's smile was genuine: it suited her far more than the imperious look she often wore. "Deal," she nodded, glancing to her wing. Only her training was keeping the pain a background throb that stopped it from rendering her utterly useless. That resolve would wear down as the hours...

Now it was Noor's turn to squint at Rahma. Fun was certainly not the word she would have used to describe the jackal-beast. "Well, after finding some sort of medical supplies for the scrapes," an idle way of putting the various cuts and bruises they both sported. "Then if it were up to me, I...

"It's definitely a more fun idea than just leaving," Noor sniffed and shifted her wing, throwing it an irritated look. Clearly she saw the break as little more than an inconvenience that was holding her back from all the fun she might have in a place such as this. Fun that perhaps her new...

In a surprising moment of self restraint, Noor kept her scoffs about Medja and Gerra to herself. Gods there were most certainly not, and if she had had her way - if her father had allowed her - she would have lopped off their heads for such a claim months ago. The only sign of her irritation was...

If Noor found her way out of here, she would have to bring her sister back here. Perhaps even some of the others. They did not need gold in the way most people did but the prizes of having parts of this ancient civilisation adorning their homes... well, it might even be a better trophy than a...

Noor brazenly searched the room for anything interesting though when she left behind jewels, trinkets and other valuables it became a little unclear what exactly was interesting to her. "Fun," she picked up a book and turned a few pages then tossed it onto the bed. "Though I suppose you mortals...

Noor clasped his hand regardless of if he made the jump or not on his own more out of instinct than anything else. "My sister has often lectured me on this 'self preservation' thing of which you speak, but I find it to lead to an awfully boring life," despite her solemn tone amusement danced in...

"I don't know," Noor began to move more rocks until there was just enough room for a person to squeeze through. "But there's definitely no way out upwards," the hole they had fallen through was non existent now. She sat on the edge of the hole and swung her legs through. It would be a long drop...

"Majdra," Noor corrected with a scowl. What did elder teach their young ones in todays world? She had made this argument to her father countless times; they should return in order to educate these people lest they grow too stupid. It was their duty as caretakers for the Gods who had created them...

The thinning of Noor's lips and the tightening of her jaw were enough to say what she didn't out loud. She focused instead on the task at hand. Together they quietly cleared the debris enough to create a hole big enough a person could stick their head through. She wasn't sure if it took them...

Every movement was agony but Noor let it roll over her like a wave breaking against the rocks. She accepted it was a part of her, then she let it go. There was no point in letting it consume her when there was nothing she could do. The years of training her mind in such a manner meant the pain...

Noor's whole vision swam and she put out a hand to steady herself against one of the rocks. "You may call me Noor," if they got out of here she might tell him the rest but names were a sacred thing amongst the Sirions and rarely entrusted to outsiders. She imagined surviving a near death...

After the brilliance of the sun the new lands in which Rahma found himself no doubt seemed cloaked in darkness but, as his eyes adjusted, he would find that that was a lie. A better word to describe their new surroundings was gloomy. This was owed hugely to the fact small vestiges of light broke...

Sand rained down upon them like the plagues of old. Beneath was nothing but darkness. Noor found herself wondering just how far down it went or if it went on forever. There were some old tales that the Gods had once buried their most gruesome and fearsome enemies at the very centre of the...

Noor's lips turned down at the corners at the use of the name 'peachy'. Why did these simple beings always come up with such odd nicknames for one another? Duck, plum, baby? Did this truly pass for endearment in these lands? What had happened to the Age of Poets? With her blades cleaned again...