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Oleg shook his head. "I don't think so," he added, craning his head to look at the musty, cob-web-ridden ceiling. "Being a mutant implies something unusual or extraordinary that doesn't fit the characteristics of," the man trailed off, paused, and laid his eyes upon her form once more, observing...

"Was guessing as much." Oleg crouched near the giant spider's corpse. The one Igni did her best to immolate. He planted the sole of his foot against the creature's thorax, seizing it by one leg and tugging on it. "Tough critter," Oleg commented offhandedly, putting his back and lower body into...

The limbs implored Hahnah to stay still, touching and feeling her all over. Once the gropish act was over, they let go of her, gently lowering the short stack onto the balls of her feet. It was an act of subtle tenderness. Being suspended mid-air, roughly two meters off the ground, meant that...

Oleg watched her with interest as the fire streamed forward. He bent sideways, dodging the initial onslaught before jumping up and away from the wagon, landing feet first onto a spiderling litter. "Impressive!" he concurred, referring to Igni's magical display. She did well to incinerate the...

Oleg brought his index finger to his lips, pressing it against them while glancing from side to side for any signs of intrusion. "Shhhh!" he hissed, doing his best to silence Hahnah's distressed cries of terror. She feared him, but he couldn't afford to have others see her this way. They'd...

"That's a lot of anger for such a small frame. Reconsider simmering down. You might pop a blood vessel otherwise." He stole a glance at her blade, preemptively hardening his core muscles if she got any funny ideas. Not like her blade could cut him anyway, not further than skin-deep unless he...

Oleg slid around the corner like a snake, masking the sound of his steps with an assassin's guile. "Where could you be..." he mumbled, referring to the source of otherworldly magic that had entangled his senses with its sweet aroma. He saw it clearly, each and every detail that the inn's...

Oleg's breath squirmed around her like a flood of snakes, licking at Nacola's pale face. He smelled of herbs and earth, just like her, but with an alcoholic tinge marbling through. "How is it that you are not a little lady? The top of your head doesn't even up to my nipples?" His hand hovered...

"'Tis a shame, but oh well. These people aren't going to help themselves, though." He shrugged, rolling his shoulders, their accented muscles moving fluidly as Oleg backtracked. Oleg did his best to dissect the atmosphere preceding the violent assault, but little came up, for he had neglected to...

"Huh, what's going on?" wondered Oleg, aloud, seeing half of his crewmates evacuate the wagon with alarming quickness. He heard shouting, the drawing of weapons, and most importantly, screeching of non-human origin. The tall male stuck his head through the wagon's only entry point just in time...

He inhaled, experiencing a monumental increase in the acuteness of his senses. Oleg's eyes flared up, nearly glowing from magical saturation. He could see, hear and smell the things that would've, under different circumstances, passed entirely unnoticed. The emerging girl smelled of iron and...

Oleg laid his eyes upon the lush, verdant grass. He feasted on it, feeling a rush of serotonin flood his brain. "Quite...pretty!" The forest was the orchestra of his mind, playing one enchanting symphony after another; her leaves danced to an unheard beat, whispering their songs to the wind...

"He, without a doubt, did, doesn't change the frankly underwhelming events surrounding his undoing." Oleg planted his palm firmly against the wooden counter, leaning all of his overwhelming mass onto it. Every crook, cranny, and imperfection upon its olden surface, he felt them all flooding into...

"All the difference, hm," he hummed, moving in to drape the sheet of white cloth over Tangir's mutilated face if one could even refer to it as such. The white material sank into the crevices, soaking up blood to the best of its ability. It turned a particularly dark shade of crimson within mere...

The woman's squirming came to an end when Oleg struck her belly hard enough to force the air out of her lungs, winding the female. She went limp nearly instantly, and he dropped her face fart onto the wooden planks, sighing in utmost disappointment. She was the one furthest removed from the...