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Oryn's head lolled to the side, an easy, drunken grin spreading across his face. "A complicated little thing, too." he mused, his lips pursing as he considered what he might ask in return. It wasn't often he was owed favours, and so such a decision was not to be rushed. "If I decide to...

Free to go free to go free to go, to go free, go free to, go go go.. Oryn's mind ticked over as he stared back at the Erlking, and then turned his gaze upward to the guards that'd brought him here. "A..Mistake.." his voice broke, and he turned his bleary gaze back to Midir, his teeth gritting...

"Why would I be..." he repeated quietly, a dimple in his cheek at her naivety. It had been a risk to bring her here, to show her how well adapted his shadow was, the world of solitude he'd crafted for himself to escape the reality. Little by little, fragments of his mind were left behind here...

Oryn's amusement danced in the golden depths of his eyes as he observed Thiri's fascination with their surroundings. He fought off a grin as she slowly let go of him and examined her hands. "I'm not contagious..." he murmured with a low chuckle. As she questioned the extent of the shadow...

The guard's grip eased, and Oryn's body trembled with exhaustion and so much pain as he struggled to maintain his balance, his weakened limbs barely able to support him. The moment they let go entirely, his battered form crumpled to its knees with a muted thud, every movement sending fresh waves...

In the depths of despair, Oryn lay battered and bruised on the cold, unforgiving floor of the dank cell he'd called home for these past months. His mind was a whirlwind of agony and confusion, his body aching with every breath, just as it had done for so long now. As sleep threatened to overtake...

Charcoal?... His dark brows rose, but his gaze shifted toward the sound of her name being called. The small smile he wore widened into something of a wolfish grin at the defiance in her voice, a spark of amusement dancing in his golden eyes. He sighed the moment the darkness blanketed them...

Oryn's skin was slick with sweat and splatters of blood on his bare torso as he returned to his little grove. He stopped in his tracks, his golden eyes widening slightly in surprise as he beheld the sight of Aethiriin standing beneath his oak tree, her presence unexpected yet strangely welcome...

Oryn couldn't suppress a flicker of amusement as he watched the turmoil brewing beneath the surface of her composure. His lips twitched, intrigued. There was something fascinating about the way her anger rippled across her features, like a pebble skipped across the moonlit lake, and he found...

Oryn observed her approach with a careful eye, gauging whether her movements held any hint of a threat, but he could see none. He countered her steps, and the shadows slowly retreated to the shelter of the giant oak, seemingly leaving him exposed in the moonlight. "You're not hiding well enough...

Oryn noticed the subtle widening of her eyes, a glimmer of intrigue dancing within them. He couldn't help but feel a faint amusement at her curiosity. Her name, Aethiriin, rolled off his tongue with a certain elegance, a melody amidst the mundane. "Aethiriin." he repeated softly, savoring the...

Oryn's suspicion and paranoia only deepened at her response. Ambush, the voice whispered.Trap... Golden eyes swept the vicinity, but there were no signs of any others as far as his senses were concerned, and so they settled on the girl once more. "Here?.." he asked with an edge of concern as...

"What is what?" Oryn replied before truly realising that he was no longer alone in his little grove - that the question had come from another and not from his own mind. He heard her now, though. The subtle crunch of fallen leaves beneath her feet, the gentle shift of fabric she wore, and the...

The primal snarls and howls of the hounds echoed into the night as the Sluagh hounds returned from their hunt, their sleek bodies glistening with the blood of their prey. Their fur, as dark as the deepest shadows, rippled with a predatory grace as they prowled through the moonlit forest to...