Recent content by Rory Bellamy

A cruel, twisted smile wound its way across Rory’s face. Brown eyes watched in unbridled glee as the strike of lightning was successful in striking the green beast parading as a knight. The Bellamy cared little for the life of the forest around it, and it seemed neither did the knight below. How...

Rory’s nostrils flared. Their dark eyes narrowed at the green knight wreathed in flame. The smoke and haze blurred the foolish knight from their eyesight. Rory knew this to be a losing battle. Even if they were to kill the knight now they could potentially harm themself more by lingering in this...

The foxes were more frightening with their numbers than they truly were on their own. It was easy to make them disappear and go back to their master, and because these foxes were beasts that could only obey, even through the flames they charged. It didn’t hurt them anymore than their beings...

Fate was a cruel mistress. Rory had never been athletically gifted, unless one considered their talents with archery. But they were without their bow and quiver full of arrows today. Little good that would do with them dealing with this hippie knight who seemed to be more monkey or flying...

Laughter echoed around, Rory still standing still. They were blinded, but why would they need to see? The shield was still up, and better yet, the dire wolf was still moving towards the tree where Roki had ran to. “It’s not too late to give me your name, little knight!” They shouted between...

“Because,” Rory took a step forward, hands still behind their back. “If you are alone,” another step forward, smirk cruel and wicked. “That means,” yet another step towards the green skinned boy, “there’s no one here to save you.” Without having to say anything more, Rory shouted a spell so a...

The Urr beast growled, a low hum that traveled through the air. Little mushrooms sprouted around it’s black-stained paws. “Tell me, little knight,” Rory said, standing still with their hands clasped behind the small of their back. They didn’t even bother to cast their gaze down to the staff...

“Nonsense. I care about my things very much.” Rory said dismissively, waving Roki’s words away as if they were nothing but an annoying fly buzzing about. They inspected their nails, one side of their mouth quirked up into a smirk. They could feel that air buzz with anticipation, the tension so...

Rory came in time to see their wolves being mangled. No wonder why they felt drained. Each wolf could handle so much damage, they were a spirit, not the real thing. Still had the speed and lethal bite of a wolf, but hardly as sturdy as they had been when they were alive. A thing Rory resented in...

The wolves were relentless. Hunting after Roki, keeping up with tracking his scent and being the stepping stones for Rory to follow after on the dire wolf. If these beasts were in pain, Rory didn’t care. They served a purpose, and besides, they were animals. It hardly mattered if animals...

Aster was unceremoniously blown away. A yelp could be heard as the hunting down tumbled and rolled over in the brush before hitting a tree. It whimpered, then growled, and tried to get up. It whimpered again, pitifully and pathetically. Where the hunting dog failed, the wolf spirit didn’t. A...

Aster moved with impressive speed, like a arrow flying through the air undeterred. Like all sighthounds it wouldn’t stop until it had it’s prey in it’s mouth or Rory commanded the dog to stop. But it seemed a thunderclap could cause the beast to hesitate. Not only that, but even the proud...

Rory Bellamy was not in the mood for games today. Last night, two of the men that were employed by the Bellamy family were found dead. They were found by others on their patrol who did find it strange that the two never came back. Clean knife-work on their throats. Now, if Rory was a fool— and...