Recent content by Sable

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...

Sable did not flinch at the insult, nor at the scream that tore from Yavanna’s throat. She had no space in her mind for anything but the potential death rushing up the stairs in a pack of snarling bodies. Her world narrowed to the jagged frame of the doorway and the killing that needed doing...

Sable barked out a low, humourless laugh. “And let you turn that magic on me the moment you get the chance?” Her grip on her blades tightened, metal glinting as she stepped between Yavanna and the stairs. “You think I survived this long by being naïve?” Boots pounded the stone below. The growl...

Sable was already in motion before the elf had fully found her voice. She evaluated like a soldier, quick and cold. Facing the savages head on was stupid when she couldn't make out how many there were. Either way, she was vastly outnumbered. Up here, she could at least funnel the attackers to a...

Silence. It was a strange silence. A kind she’d never known in Vel Anir, where everything was always loud. Here, there was only the forest breathing. Leaves whispering against one another like soft conversation, and the chirps and calls of forest life. A soft breeze of fresh, clean air brushed...

The sobbing didn’t move her. Not the tears, not the trembling, not the soft collapse of pride cracking under pain. If anything, Sable felt the faintest of satisfactions. A warning finally delivered. A lesson absorbed. She let out a short, annoyed huff, then, without a word of comfort or any...

Sable sucked in a ragged breath as the pressure on her throat eased. The moment her airway opened, she tore the chain from her neck with an impatient snarl, her jaw set so tight her teeth ached. Her eyes dropped to the sobbing elf beneath her. Blood welling bright as wine around the blade still...

Sable’s vision spotted at the edges. The chain dug mercilessly into her throat, crushing her windpipe a little more with every heartbeat. She could feel the bruise blooming already. Fine. She’d been deprived of air more times than she cared to think about. She’d survived worse. But the elf kept...

For anyone weaker, her little stunt might’ve worked. But Sable was not weaker. She was in no panic when the elf’s legs locked around her waist. She grimaced, muscles tightening, the chain scraping at the back of her neck, but her hand went elsewhere, skating over Yavanna's thigh as she reached...

Sable’s brow lifted a fraction at being called an insect. As though she could be insulted by an elf. As though anything that came out of that honeyed, venomous mouth could hurt her. Yavanna’s litany of titles washed over her like rain on armour, pointless and irrelevant “Well fuck,” she...

Sable didn’t look up right away. She let the question linger like smoke, thick and irritating, settling exactly where it wasn’t wanted. Her jaw ticked once, the only sign the elf’s presence grated along already frayed nerves. When she finally lifted her eyes, it was with the cold, level stare...

“I’m sure they will,” Sable said flatly, the words clipped. Her grey eyes met Yavanna’s. “And if it looks like I’ll lose this mission by dying anyway, I’ll be sure to kill you first.” No flourish. No promise, only the quiet efficiency of someone who meant what she said. Then she moved. The...

The driver and the guards were already down, bodies strewn like torn sacks. That was an inconvenience. The dead horse however, was a problem. It was much too far a walk back to civilisation. Too many trees. Too many elves. She was a dreadlord, alone in their territory, capturing one of their...

This elf was testing every shred of Sable’s patience. She’d been about to snap something sharp and cold in reply when the first scream split the air outside. The Dreadlord’s head turned slowly as the carriage rocked beneath the assault. An arrow punctured the panel just beside her temple with a...

Sable’s jaw clenched, a muscle ticking at her temple as Yavanna pressed her hips back against the hard curve of Sable’s thigh. Blood warmed beneath her skin - not lust, she told herself, but anger, pure and hot. Even breathing the same air as the elf made something in her coil with revulsion...