Recent content by Vasha Drurcius

Vasha grimaced, unable to move and as such unable to try and scoot away as Silas got closer, looking a little wary. If he was observant, the Dreadlord apprentice would notice there was a little more than just tied up muscle that might be complicating things. A hint of an odd glow could be seen...

Vasha jumped, not having heard Silas's original mumble as he sat up, but snapping to attention as he said her name. The practically open-mouthed confusion and concern coming from him sent her head spiraling. "...Aren't I supposed to be asking you that?" Vasha quipped back, blinking and tilting...

She keeps moving until the first hill dips down- providing a much needed temporary shelter from unwanted eyes. The breeze fills her lungs with much needed fresh air, and for a minute, the half-drake simply warbles contentedly with the sense of freedom and relief that they are outside and things...

"Righ'." Vasha could feel something more than just the usual itch of scales on skin and ache of muscle over bone. This was the burn of the runes carved into her. If it came to it, she wasn't going to go down without a fight. Her gaze flicked to Zinnia, waiting until her move- wanting to grab...

In the span of a blink, Vasha paused, noticing a chill in the air. Head snapping around, tongue flickering, the girl realized too little, too late that a thick mist had rolled in. Where were the others? Voices echoed in the trees, indistinct and muffled. Her scales started to itch, and prickled...

He'd get a minute- because now that they were free, Vasha was already moving. A bit rattled from all the vibrations, she thanked Kress that her sense of pain was dulled; it seemed to help prevent any potential nausea from this source too at least. Scooping her classmate up much the same way he...

An anchor? Unusual- but definetly something she could do. Nodding once after casting a glance back to the doorway, Vasha decided to throw caution to the wind and took her shoes off- her body already beginning to change shape. Bones cracked as she bulked up, her legs in particular strengthening...

Vasha watched Silas square up to the stranger with an increasing sense of dread. Her gaze remained locked on him as he moved between her and the armored man, and a subtle ache began to build in her bones- her skin itching as it started to harden and form scales. A fight was inevitable at this...

"Maybe." Vasha replied, unsure herself. They hadn't really thought too much about what /they/ would do in detail, and that left a prickly feeling in her gut. His suggestion for the retrieval team seemed an excellent idea though and the pale girl nodded, then gave a reluctant grin. "Any itheas...

With Delilah and that noxious smoke finally not around, Vasha let out a sneeze, grunting a bit before finding relief from the stench. Fresh scent and a clear nose... now she had one of the two at least. Tailing after Zaire a bit to be nearby if he found something, the cloaked girl scanned their...

Yes. Yes he was- it was throwing Vasha off a bit actually. They'd gotten along in the past, but that was for mutual benefit. Why was he suddenly going through so much effort to help her- even going so far as to recruit Vicky? Hell- why was she liking it? Why hadn't her first instinct been...

"Having his scenth is all I nee'. I thon' care if ith is a corpse we are thracking. Fin'ing where the Tholl Maker brough' him is the goal. An' if we neeth tho waith for another kithnapping to happen..." Vasha shrugged. "Fresh scenth is betther than olth scenth." she commented as they looked...

Vasha didn't comment on the first statement, remaining a bit quiet now outside of a small nod to Zinnia as she got up. And with that, the pale girl guided Zinnia back toward the dorms. Careful to keep an eye out in case they were tailed by the troublemakers, but otherwise not seeing much else of...

"You're kin'er than they theserve..." a small, pained smile touched Vasha's lips and for a moment sat quietly. Even despite all the pain that was inflicted on her, Zinnia considered this place her family? Her home? Vasha bit her tongue hard as she looked to the others. Remembered a better time...

Vasha froze up as Silas glanced her way, her ears burning. "L-look- I jus'- Ith thakes a lo' of energy no!?" she sputtered to try and defend herself, then clammed up as he continued and her expression gradually began to shift from mortified alarm to curiosity. And then back to alarm. Kress damn...