Recent content by Wisteria

The Hand was growing tired of journey, tired of the heat and the sand. So too, was the guide tired of her. She was a pampered princess, and this was grunt work. Still, she lived to serve her Empress, even more so Ashuanar. Wisteria blinked against the searing light as a black shape was etched...

The desert and her sands were not a friend to the fair skinned fox girl, the searing heat and the dryness of the earth making her grumpy and uncomfortable. She was making her way back home to Ragash, her home and her duty lay there. She had done Medja a favor, running intel despite that not...

Wisteria kept her composure, she was trained for this. She did not cower underneath the gaze of anyone. She was here for Ashuanar, and her people. The threat of a blade in her back did not strike fear into the fox girl. Her ears went back as some of Eirene's men encroached upon her space, her...

From where Wisteria stood, she watched the interactions with extreme attention. Not a detail was to be missed. She had an armed guard beside her, normally attending his duties at the palace. She made sure he would not be missed for some time. She was conflicted, she had a job to do, but those...

Wisteria slowly opened her eyes. She was groggy and dizzy, but alive. The healer had used magics and herbs to knit the skin together, but it would take time for the tender flesh to heal. She made to sit up, but was tutted into laying back down. She questioned the woman, though her voice was...

If Ashuanar had asked her to stay, she would have. She could tell he didn't want to be rid of her company, yet duties kept him from indulging. Instead he shared with her important things she would need to know, things of great importance in her new mission. It was one of the most difficult...

Wisteria waited ever so patiently for Rahma to sort himself out. In a way she felt bad, yes she understood, that uncomfortable shiver was still, there. It seemed she was much more personable, and relenting when it came to figuring out the next move. He finally agreed and she grinned wide...

Upon his quiet demand, Wisteria stood gracefully. She tilted the glass to her lips, finishing off what had been left. She set the glass down on a side table and turned to Ashuanar once more. With light steps, she approached him placing a cool hand on his warm chest. He had taken advantage of...

Pondering eyes followed every tiny movement Ashuanar made. She could see each muscle moving as he strode across the room, there was no doubt he knew what he was capable of. "I am familiar with them, yes." She let him finish quietly, feeling she knew exactly where it was going. It confused her...

Her heart beat steady in her chest as he studied her, and she in kind studied him. Oh, he could end her easily, but to be snuffed out for a reason she could not discern? What was the point, he certainly wouldn't prove anything to her if he decided to take her life. It seemed they stared each...

Wisteria remained silent as he tended to her. Speaking would only make things worse in this case anyways. It hurt, and it was distracting. She just wanted to sleep. The man picked her up, and she hung limp. She ached all over, she felt cold but lacked the will to even shiver. Cold in the heat...

Wisteria did not flinch from him, her composure never faltering as the blade moved dangerously close to the flesh of her neck. He gripped her waist, and she looked into the black of his eyes, blinking slowly, the hint of a smile on her lips. If he wished to intimidate her, well he'd have to try...

Wisteria raised an eyebrow at him, the faintest of smiles on her lips. So this was the man behind the title, and yet he wore that title like a protection, as if he was not Vizier, he was nothing. She raised the glass to her lips, her eyes following him as he moved across the room. She continued...

Wisteria eyed him silently as he presented the drink to her. She took it delicately in hand, her eyes continuing to follow him as he made himself comfortable. She took a light sip of the dark drink he had offered, ears pricking forward as he spoke. "I have a feeling you already have an idea of...

Wisteria was slightly amused at the suddenly bashful sword dancer. She certainly wanted to learn more about him and his culture. It seemed something she could learn from and add to her own talents. At his apology, she smiled and began to follow him to the table. Others were quick to garner his...