Recent content by Sable

The scream cut through the grove, Sable narrowed her eyes as the sound shredded through her mind. How many screams had she heard, and none had hurt more than this one did. Redtop... Sable blinked hard, black spots swarming her vision. Redtop. Tall stalk. Rust coloured crown. Bitter.. She had...

The poison made everything louder. The pain in her shoulder. The pounding in her skull. The elf’s voice. Especially the elf’s voice. Sable’s grip did not loosen when Yavanna whimpered. If anything, her fingers tightened reflexively, knuckles whitening as heat pulsed through her veins like...

The elf was enjoying this. That realisation scraped at what little restraint she had left. She muttered a quiet curse under her breath. As she spoke of a 'reward' and called her that name, Sable's head snapped up, venom in her glare as it pinned Yavanna in place. Her jaw clenched hard enough to...

Sable felt the stare like grit under her skin. She didn’t look at the elf at first. She focused on breathing in slow, measured pulls, forcing the air to move the way she told it to, thinning it, cooling it, trying to keep the poison from racing her heart into uselessness. It helped. Barely...

Sable hissed like a cornered animal. It wasn’t worth the breath. Not when every swallow tasted like metal and heat kept rolling through her in sickening waves. “Shut up,” she spat, voice hoarse and thin with strain. Then she turned away from the elf entirely. She barely made it out of the...

For a heartbeat longer she held her there, eyes locked on Yavanna’s face, jaw clenched so tight her teeth ground. Asleep. The fury in Sable’s expression cracked, not gone, but fractured, something ugly and unsettled bleeding through it. Her grip eased, just a fraction, enough that the...

The rustle of leaves snapped her back to reality. Sable’s eyes flew open and her body went rigid, the heat of the elf pressed too close, her mouth far too near skin it had no business being near. For half a heartbeat she didn’t move, just breathed, hard and uneven before awareness slammed in...

Her hips rolled subtly against Yavanna’s. The hollow was silent around them, broken only by ragged breaths and the faint rustle of leaves outside, while Sable remained lost in a dream that blurred desire and exhaustion into one unrelenting current. Her hand roamed, up over ribs and breast...

Slowly, inevitably, exhaustion won. Sable’s grip tightened without conscious thought. Whatever poison still threaded through her blood left her fever-warm, heat radiating off her in waves. She shifted, seeking relief, and pressed her flushed cheek against the cool skin of the elf’s uninjured...

The sound of it that relentless chattering of teeth scraped against what little patience she had left. Sable’s jaw tightened, her vision swimming as exhaustion clawed harder, heavier, demanding she give in. Her shoulder burned like it had been packed with coals. Every heartbeat thudded through...

Sable snorted, the sound humourless. “Oh, I’m certain it was,” she shot back, lips pulling into a tight, mirthless smile that never touched her eyes. “Lucky for you, I’m tolerant to most poisons.” The heat in her shoulder was no longer sharp, it had spread, a deep, throbbing burn that pulsed...

Sable didn’t slow when Yavanna stumbled. She felt it through the grip on the elf’s arm, the uneven weight, the way her steps began to falter, but slowing meant dying, and Sable had no room left in her for mercy that endangered her survival. Her body screamed at her to stop. An arrow still...

The world was still settling when Sable felt the pat against her thigh. Her eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched so tight it ached, every muscle in her body locked as she held the cocoon of air around them rigid and unyielding. Stone and wood and beastmen thundered down, but none of it touched...

Just as Sable’s vision began to tunnel, black crowding in at the edges, air slammed back into her lungs. She hit the floor hard, choking on the sudden rush of it. Her gaze snapped up in time to see Yavanna fly across the chamber and crumple against the wall. “Shit.” Rage cut clean through the...

The beastmen were relentless. Blood slicked the floor around her boots, bodies piled up at the door, and Sable was forced back. Every time she cut one down, two more surged forward, snarling, flanking, pressing her back step by grinding step. Her knives flashed silver arcs through the smoke...