Recent content by Zephyrine

Zephyrine need not tell him she rarely cried. If she lost, it would only fuel her to exercise her frustrations. Losing to Ivan, however, she knew she would strive to beat him the next time. She also knew he would be one that would like to witness such a thing. The tracks he found in the earth...

She had been raised a Dreadlord ever since she had been taken from her family at a young age. To see their enemy come to realisation they were outmatched struck something deep within her. Power and pride, it straightened her back and allowed her to lift her chin slightly to peer down at the...

"Ah, I see now." She mused aloud, inspecting the gear he passed to her. Zephyrine made work of attaching it to her person, waiting for him to do the same. "Gruff was saying he could hear a herd of boar running around a few days ago." She piped up, watching Ivan. "Between you and I, we could...

Even if Ivan gave the men orders, Zephyrine never listened to them at first. She always waited for him, assuming the role as his Second. She watched him, even as he stared after the men taking their leave. He did not tell her to take a break either, and so she remained still as his body turned...

He was merely charging at her, and Zephyrine held her breath. It was too easy, but she was not one to let a fight linger on longer than it needed to. She ducked down to avoid the swing of a fist, tucked herself enough to catch the full brunt of his charge at her, but Zephyrine used his...

She rarely saw Ivan train, then again, no one in her class ever knew Zephyrine existed before she ended up joining in a few classes when she had been kept away in isolation to ensure she was trained to be a weapon. Defense was her specialty, and her magic could lend a better hand at offense...

She came unarmed, but the men had grown to know that did not mean she was truly unarmed. She was a Dreadlord, and that itself meant she had skills she was been honing since she was young. Longer than they have been learning to fight. Zephyrine wore a small smile, unable to keep the amusement...

Her eyes dropped to the bottle and stared at it for a few moments. Her head tilted to one side in thought, but when her gaze lifted to meet his, they held a wicked gleam. "Oh, I know, Skender. I have always been making my own choices since we met." Her hand wrapped around the offered bottle...

"My pleasure." Zephyrine snapped her gaze towards the intended target. The priestess still tried to helplessly remove her boot from the spikes Zephyrine had created to break her spell focus. She had been cruel in her artistry. The spikes curved, and not all in the same direction. The priestess...

Her gaze cut from Mortivore to Kristen, before facing their foes once more. She needed to strike. Zephyrine had followed the gaze Mortivore held with the hidden priestess, could see with her own eyes how differently they stood against the rest of the Cortosi. A game of dangerous attention...

Again, Zephyrine wielded silence. She kept a hold on her magic, felt it latch onto all the materials she and the others laid across the hillside. If the Cortosi made a move, Zeph was not going to risk a second in retaliating. In truth, she was not as gifted with speech the way Urn or Pirian...

How could she voice to him that she would love nothing more than to be at his side? The adventure he promised, the wars and battles to be waged, all of it that which tired her out with the Anirian Guard... Zephyrine would suffer through it all again if it meant working at his side. She casted...

Zephyrine stared. Not a muscle moved to speak, to entertain the Cortosi. She wasn't trained to talk. Not here face before their foes. She watched them. Her eyes darted from one to the other and began to count just how many were present. A good few were in amongst her traps along the incline...

She cut a look to Kristen. "Getting more intel is not a bad idea. It may even give us those few seconds we need to ensure the tides turn to our favour." Zephyrine looked down the hill, narrowed her eyes to keep their small presences perceptible in her vision. "The moment they mean to do us...

Zephyrine's tawny gaze was fixed on him. He spoke words that resonated within her, and the way he spoke so openly and candidly... she knew it wasn't just the moonshine that helped loosen his lips. She could not stop watching him, that they sat here in this scene of vulnerability with one...