Recent content by Victoria O'Connor

Victoria nodded gravely at Caspian's words, feeling her cold heart torn between keeping Fallon conscious and here with her, versus sending her back to sleep but speeding her recovery. She took the vial and carried Fallon in silence, holding her tighter than necessary. Her body felt so weak. It...

Victoria withdrew her hand and wrinkled her nose at the gore that covered it. The surprisingly fresh corpse slunk beneath the shallow waters, and Victoria swished her hand about the ripples to wash it. As quickly as she had entered the battle, it had ceased. She could have waited a bit longer...

Victoria didn’t need to look at the healer’s hands to know which areas were painful to Fallon. As much as she tried to comfort herself in Fallon’s consciousness, her blood still smelled wrong with the silver in it. Her heart was still too faint, too irregular. She boiled with fever and sweat out...

Victoria felt Fallon's body battling beneath her, but it was alive. She didn't care about the blistering heat coming off her wife's skin; to her it was a soothing, warm reminder of vitality. While it pained her to see Fallon struggling so hard, she would take a struggle over death. She had not...

Just after the last member of their party descended into the tomb, and the old fisherman was left alone in his boat, a second craft appeared out of the far-off mists. Following invisibly, it carried another seeker who preferred her privacy. The boat was small, just large enough for Lady...

The curses slung in her direction were not surprising, and not undeserved, so she thought. They had every right to hate her, for she had indeed brought danger to their home. This cave was ancient, its power older still. Somehow she could feel that age in the oppressive aura around her, like...

Victoria looked at Fallon, watched in fresh panic as she had another burst of life before falling still again. It was hell to hear Fallon's heartbeat struggling and raging, to smell the poison in her blood. She wanted to reach inside and pull Fallon's mind back to the surface... but she could...

Victoria sat silently as scathing words were slung at her. The insults did not worry her nearly so much as the claws behind them, and those had been stayed for now. Her pride had been stripped away long before entering the cave. The wolves could say what they wanted, so long as Fallon breathed...

Victoria felt the wolves’ judgement upon her as heavy as a jaw around her neck. She clung to Fallon’s limp body as a lifeline, cradling her head against her shoulder as they walked. Though her breaths were frighteningly shallow Victoria still felt them across her cheek. The slow, steady warmth...

Victoria had all but forgotten the battle. The garou had won... for now. The vampires that had not been subdued slunk back into the shadows, wolf teeth nipping at their heels. The broken bodies of the others would begin to stir soon, at least one seeking out its own head in the freezing winds...

The last thing Victoria saw before she went down was Fallon's war-wolf form turning towards her. She was unconscious before her knees even buckled, the crude club splintering against her skull with a sickening crunch. Darkness swallowed her. The undead organism was difficult to understand...

Victoria listened to the silence more loudly than anyone. She had no blood rushing through her ears, no breath in her throat, no movement in her body to speak of in that instant. There was no wind in the trees, no flakes falling to the ground. She heard the quiet as none of them could -...

Victoria’s gloved hand stretched impotently after Fallon’s leap, no more able to stop her than a leaf could stop a river. Her cloak whipped around in the wolf’s wake, threatening to expose her face to the muted sun. She felt the Garou’s roars in her chest, felt the heat coming off them like...

Perhaps this had been a mistake. Maybe it was pure foolishness that made Victoria think the Garou could possibly accept her, or even understand her. Maybe it was selfishness, a need to erase the guilt she felt for separating Fallon from her pack. She wondered now if Fallon should have come...

Victoria braced as they crossed the cave threshold. No sunlight struck her skin directly, but she could detect its heat through her thick cloak. The thick cloud cover had diminished the snow glare, and she thanked whatever gods or demons were still looking over her for this small mercy. She...