Recent content by Vaxyr

Vaxyr leaned back, bemused by her reaction. He had missed the chance to mess with mortals by brokering deals and stacking the odds in his favour. He should have been delighted, but her lack of fear in seeing him for what he was concerned him. She thought she was going to win this. She was...

"Afraid of me?" he asked, with a shake of his head. "It is because they are tiny half wits." He pointed a claw in her direction and, for the first time, he offered a genuine smile. "A wager!" he declared. "You may hold a conversation with the wisps for as long as you want. If I am...

Vaxyr kept looking away. He drew his cup to his lips, forcing her to look at his profile as he took a sip. She hadn't thanked him. She had been in a state of distress, nearly killed by a vampire. Not only had she fashioned a stake, but she had worked out how she had ended up in the situation...

Vaxyr sat in silence, attempting to stare the mortal down. She was on edge; he could hear her pulse racing. He did not win the battle of wills. Her pulse slowed and she held his gaze. Vaxyr could have used a word of power now she had offered thanks and given him that advantage. He could...

Vaxyr remained quite still. The wisp in the room made a small sound and vanished. It need not have. "I..." Vaxyr leaned across the table, setting his hand down on it firmly. "I have torn out the tongues of mortal, bound their souls to torture demons, split their minds in two... All for...

He regarded the human carefully. Vaxyr even leaned forwards across the table to take a closer look. "Curious. You worry about more vampires with your scent than about being trapped here." He didn't extend his wings and yet the shadows seemed to grow behind him. "I used to be feared by...

Once again he found her calm demeanour irritating. He had been respected and feared. Then he had crossed too many lines and fear had become loathing and jealousy. And those had turned into plots against him. "I do not wish to speak of that," he said plainly. In reflection, that probably...

"You seem surprisingly calm given the events of the last day," Vaxyr observed. It was slightly frustrating. All this time and a mortal brought him tea. No begging. No quaking in fear. "No. I live in exile," he offered freely. One of the wisps would have told her anyway. "This is acceptable...

He enjoyed her shock, but that was ruined by the seemingly cheerful attitude that followed. She even stepped past him and into his room! Vaxyr turned on the spot. He frowned down at the mortal. This, too, did not seem to send her scurrying away. "Mmm," he went, stepping back into the room. He...

Footfalls came from beyond the door. They were not heavy. She had seen the size of the goblin fae, but he padded lightly. The door slowly opened inwards. There was plenty of light for her to see Vaxyr up close. His midriff was at her eye level and she would have to crane her neck to look up...

I'm not going this time! Went Daedro. Follow me, whispered one of the other wisps right into her mind. She was guided back out of the kitchen, up the stairs and then taken in the opposite direction from her room. There was nothing special about the door. Another plain wooden door. She...

Why else would we have it? Everything here is for him. Except when he let's Randle stay and eat Yes Randle the red cap. The only one he can tolerate. But how much sugar? I don't watch him make tea! There was a little flurry of flickering flames before they all looked at Lunabelle...

The three flames stopped dancing. They became the smooth blue of consistent magical fire. They watched her curiously. Food Yes Follow They were clearly able to walk, but when they wanted to move quickly their light seemed to snuff out before being reignited out of the air elsewhere. One...

He will make a fuss And won't talk about it Vaxyr will be fine Shush, only he should give his false name Be quiet or I'll give her your true name! She's just a human, what would she... The voices inside her head would mingle into noise as the three little wisps danced around each other...

It was fortunate that the wisps didn't have quite the same command of magic and respect for old laws that Vaxyr did. Not that they would use terms like 'please' and 'thank you' around a fae lord. They still recoiled at the sudden request for their names. To be asked so openly for a name was...