Recent content by Rysorian Kadje

For a long moment Rysorian only stared at Raea, his cool, green eyes filled with contempt and the carefully controlled anger that was ever present in his mind. What was she so shocked about? He glared down at where she sat, gasping a the patently obvious, acting like he had grown a second head...

For a long moment, the only voice that answered Raea was her own. Hollow, furious echoes that resounded through the trees, gradually fading into silence that seemed at once as angry and judgmental as Rysorian himself. The silence stretched and grew oppressive until it seemed as if Raea’s...

Gods, but she was annoying. Unable to keep from rolling his icy green eyes, Rysorian’s disdain at her words, particularly those about caring for herself her entire life, was obvious. Even so, he made a valiant attempt to say nothing to the contrary. Arguments with the stubborn and ignorant were...

Their first meeting and Raea’s rare power of Empathy had not soon left Rysorian’s memory, nor did it then. He still resented her forced entry into his mind, into his guarded past. Having been careful before to not to let their flesh touch once more, the last thing Rysorian expected was Raea...

For a split second, the unthinkable flashed through Rysorian’s mind. It touched on all his senses, bringing to life for just one instant the grisly death of this stupid girl. His claws digging into her slender shoulders, his teeth slicing into her neck as sweet, salty blood filled his mouth. The...

Rysorian looked sharply at Raea, about to answer that his sense of smell was muddled. He could try, but the smell of blood and filth was so strong he could barely tolerate it himself. But he had no chance for this idle talk as a thing that was Cassandra, and so very not her, appeared before...

God damn it, it looked like she was going to cry again. It sounded like it; Rysorian’s sharp sense of hearing caught the faint but audible tremor in her throat, the erratic breathing, and very nearly the uneven rhythm of her heart. All signs of a cracked composure – of weakness. This was no...

What did she expect? Her wimpy shove against his chest did little. It caused him to take a small step back, but nothing else. When tears began to fall from her eyes, he merely watched with a flat stare, no emotion showing from his own icy green. For a moment, he wondered if she was garnering...

Despite the noxious air, Rysorian picked up Raea’s distinctive scent even before she found them. A single glance at her revealed something had happened – something wrong – but what that was Rysorian could not tell. He was about to ask her, for sake of remaining informed, when screams erupted in...

Washing the blood from his hands in the bubbling stream, Rysorian considered, as he always did, his life choices. None of them were good, and a painful, slow death seemed a swell alternative. Yet here he was, and he had to deal with it. It and the runt he had taken under his maimed wing...

Standing behind the swordsman, Rysorian’s face wrinkled with a grimace. It was true that the luckless, drunken man smelled atrocious. His smell was thick with the odorous perfume he preferred, exacerbated by alcohol, sex, and now fear. But it was not he that increased the hostility in Rysorian’s...

Although severely focused on the trail of the second man, Rysorian moved with a fluid grace that led him through and around the bodies in his path. He never did more than brush against the sleeves of strangers. Strangers that grew in number and frequency as certain bars closed while other...

Strange happenings turned even more so as shadows enveloped Raea. Even Rysorian’s catlike eyes struggled to see her; he squinted, making out her outline as the utter blackness enshrouded her. Was this a part of her magic? Something about it said no, that this was in no way connected to an...

Seated calmly with hooded eyes, no one would ever know Rysorian’s true feelings. As the marked men were made to leave, his eyes followed them only marginally, sweeping over them before moving on to more interesting sights. Yet he was aware of where they went, and with how much speed, and the...

“Of course not,” Rysorian said to Raea’s refusal to stay behind. He had never considered the chance that she would; women like her, even when their very lives were at risk, demanded to be in the front lines. He could already tell that this woman, his new student of the knife, would learn quicky...