Recent content by Orchid

Brother was an odd word. What Orchid knew about his own *brother* was that after he was killed part of what was left was a key ingredient in his own construction but even he was not a natural thing. Monsters boiled down to make more monsters. "The city of magic, hmmm." It was as good a place...

"Hmm." Orchid could not help but wonder what he might have become had he been so abandoned. The early months were so painful they passed in a blur of unsteady sensations. "So is it revenge you seek, against you maker for abandoning you? That's what I should like if I was able but my dear...

It was perhaps not a good idea to tell Lilette that the old man they had both fed on was a bit greedy but not one who preyed on others. No he would not share this, she was clearly more discerning than he. "I see. So you remain who you were before. What then of your maker? Did they not instruct...

The Fallwood, Orchid had never been himself but had read much. Lilette was correct however, he had not read nor heard of her house or home specifically. Less pleasant was his remembering of his own origins and what he knew of them. "My mother is a noblewoman of Vel Anir and a monster like...

"Hmm." It certainly was a bit of an odd spectacle to see. At least his first experience with a vampire was a polite one. "You do speak in an old fashioned way, I always supposed that vampires would blend into their surroundings like a snake or some such. You stand out though Miss Blackbriar...

Orchid hesitated, what might be shame passed over the monstrous face it wore before it returned to the young man's firm it casually took. "I don't have a "true form" so to speak. It's one of the less that wonderful things about my being. I can take the form of any creature I touch though. Which...

"Dare we say, a tail?" Orchids thin mouth shifted into a smile as he slunk into a posture so poor it looked as though he might break. "I think you might look well with one. Nothing too garish, something slim and sleek and pale as you are would do." A short laugh as he imagined it escaped...

Orchid sent his eyes toward the sky in thought for a moment before answering. "It doesn't hurt, it's more like, stretching out a stiff muscle I suppose. When I'm like this..." His thin arms displayed himself. "I am like a vapour trapped in a glass jar. Capable of much more than my shape...

Orchid was quiet for moments that felt longer than they were. "I see." Standing now he turned his back sharply then turned back again to face her. "I don't know other than what I have read, perhaps you can tell me fact from fiction." An eye full of disdain flickered to the corpse for a...

The dark eyes in Orchids face became lidded at the insinuation of him being offered his own treat back to himself. "I don't just need blood, my diet has to have more substance." As the vampire spoke he ground his teeth. "I do not have a kind to speak of but yes I am a thing of magic I suppose...

Orchid smiled. It was sweet to be given such a compliment. It was of course true entirely, few beings could claim to be as unique as he. "Yes well, that's a very astute observation." It amused him to pretend to look at his nails then affecting aloofness. "I am of course not like you, that is...

Orchid smiled. Watching the vampire drain the blood was fascinating in its own way. There were two transformations happening, almost a transference of life from one to the other. "Verily." He adopted the cadence of his co-hunter but it was mockery. His arms folded and his meal forgotten as he...

He was annoyed at the vampire but even in his frustration he knew that they were not so secluded that none would notice if they came to blows and Orchid needed to remain undetected. Just blood, that was the offer and perhaps then he could convince her to stand up straight and use more of her...

Swift and recklessly Orchid yanked the old man away from the clasping hand and the burning eyes. "MINE!" His voice melted into many sounds, snarls and growls as if within him was a menagerie that all spoke at once. In the dark he let his shape ripple, mouths and fangs and claws before settling...

Orchid liked deserts. They were hot and dry and full of death. Nothing survived unless it killed something else. It felt a lot like Vel Anir. This place, a pleasant little outpost that was little more than a few sandstone buildings about a well, was full of life and in his humble opinion the...