Recent content by Sable Pembroke

"'Sam'...simple enough," he echoed, keeping pace behind her. She was eager to go, and Sable would not be caught dead being a burden to her now. Her requested decorum was easy enough to recall, and the change in name probably wouldn't be too difficult to manage. They really hadn't gone on many...

It took no more than half an hour for all the paperwork to be properly drafted, signed, and filed. Before Sable could question what was happening he'd been given a slapdash "bath" (cold water hastily poured over him, soap applied, more water, then quickly toweled off), and fresh clothes of...

That was it? Gone already? Was that really all she needed to know? All she wanted to know? That couldn't be right, not after all this time. Maybe she'd made her mind up about Sable long before she got here. There was just something that was nagging at him now, like the name of a book on the tip...

Sable's brow furrowed. "If the officer is there to give orders, the officer can save the parent. I'm done killing children because my 'superiors' ordered me to."

She was...testing him? Right. Lord Pirian had just said it was an evaluation. Sable's eyes followed Ralene upwards as she stood, and he breathed and thought for a moment. His head felt more clear now than it had in months. He'd heard this sort of hypothetical before, back at the Academy. He...

Signs of life. Sable stirred, lifting his head to look from behind loose locks of unkempt hair. That voice. He knew that voice. He knew those words. Sable's eyes met Samantha's. "Ralene...?" He stared at her, confused, searching his memory for an answer. "Lieutenant Samantha Black." That was...

How long had it been now? Six months? Longer? Sable wasn't sure. He'd never cared to track the passing of time as he sat within his cell, days rolling by like leaves scattered in the wind. The fortress city of Vel Salvus was an austere one, far from the usual aesthetic that House Pirian tried to...

Rushing, like the sound of a raging river, surrounded Sable. He was being pulled backwards through the chasms of his own memory. The seals had been undone. The efforts of his own subconscious, of his benefactors, of his captor, to keep him blind...all of them had now failed. Isabelle's shade...

Darkness surrounded Sable on every side as he drifted through an endless void. He was out cold for now, yes, but his mind continued to race even within the prison of his subconscious. Within the swirling smoke of black, two hollow, white pinpricks opened in the distance, then drew near. Like...

With the story complete, Sable looked up to look upon the being he was reading to. He was surprised to see the form of what looked like a little girl, stark white hair and jet black skin, with vacant circles for eyes staring back at him. What was it that Sable had asked Chasmine to look out for...

Read to it? Yes...yes that seemed the correct thing to do. There was the strangest feeling of nostalgia within Sable's chest as Chasmine made the suggestion, a call that he could not resist. Such a strange sensation, and a stranger request; what reason did he really have to comply? If nothing...

Every stop had been removed, it seemed, as Kristen unleashed her arsenal of dark-divine spells upon Sable to greater and greater efficacy. A saner Pembroke would have found the time to be proud at how far she'd come in the short time she'd been at the Academy. Wit and strength in concert...

The last of his reason gone, Sable was reduced to a charging bull. Things were entirely in Kristen's hands now. And what capable hands they'd become. Sable rushed headlong into Kristen's trap, roaring and flailing as yet more of her infernal chains ensnared his body. Just as before, though...

Huh. Sable let out a huff of an exasperated laugh. "I won't claim to get it, but it sounds like you've got some determination about you. That maybe you're getting stronger. That's something, at least." Silver-white circles surrounded by inky black peaked from the gaps between two of the books...

Some small fire still burned within Chasmine's soul, it seemed. Embers stoked on by a determination he did not know she had. Even so, it seemed she also maintained that same haze that clouded her mind for as long as Sable had known her. That, or she was being intentionally obtuse about...