Recent content by Zephyrine

This was the risk of entering wider plains, leaving the weaves of roads and dots of houses to hide their location. Out in the open now, their foe came to face them and was sure to spook the horse. The steed reared onto it's hind legs, surprising Zephyrine and ultimately throwing the two women...

The scarf covering her face hid the blush that crept to her cheeks, flushed after he paid her a quiet compliment. Only he could make her react in such a manner, something they both came to learn whenever she spent time in the infirmary helping heal him slowly after he had battled that kraken...

"Any spear?" Zephyrine raised her brows, as if waiting for Aeyliea to change her mind before the Dreadlord stretched her arm out to the side. She had spent a month in the forges of Vel Castere, learning all she could about the best foundations to quality weapons. Spear heads had been her goal...

There, there was that language barrier between them. Zephyrine could have made an attempt at recreating this spear Aeyliea spoke of, but trying to get a clear description from her would prove difficult. "Your horse can't have gotten far. Can you call for them?" The young Dreadlord could only...

Where had she left her weapons? They were not on her person when the lady — no, Aeyliea — had gone to the inn earlier. "Where is it? Your spears? Your shield?" She asked, brows furrowed deeply with urgency. "Arm yourself if your magic cannot sustain you." Because she knew the other woman was...

"I can do Recreations." Zephyrine's eyes narrowed, unsure of the angle this woman was asking questions. "House falls apart? I can recreate it back to new. A bridge breaks? I can recreate an entirely new one. I can make weapons out of thin air if I wanted to." But what could she do against a...

"Stay low." She commanded as she pulled herself up, with some help, to sit behind the stranger. Zephyrine pulled the reins from her, forcing her weight against the other to ensure she stayed still. She knew how to ride, knew how to manage with an extra person in tow. She dug her heels in and...

Her arrival was of thundering hooves and a whistling wail of wind. It announced her arrival before herself and steed could be seen, but when her imagery came into view, her brilliant red hair was flowing behind her as the wind had undone it from whatever fastening it had been held back with...

When she felt the weight shift, she was sure the beast had lived. Anger and frustration registered in her through the darkness that covered and suffocated her. Then, her chest heaved as her lungs forced her to breathe and the air that filled her stung like a thinly sliced cut. She winced...

Zephyrine was not going to argue with the Stranger, but she did not let go of her doubt that the woman was in no shape to ride. Then they would leave the cart. The horse was sturdy enough to carry the both of them. "Here." Zephyrine kneeled, prepared to help the Stranger up to the horse. She...

Ivan knew how to captivate and keep the attention on him, and the poor creature was fool enough to follow Ivan's tauntings. It gave Zephyrine time to examine the body, to plan where to strike. By the time Ivan brought the creature back around, Zephyrine found the position she wanted to be in...

There was a strange moment that her heart did something. There was a swell in her chest, watching the boy's handsome face crook a small smile as he looked down at her from atop the raging creature. Oh, Kress... It only made her smile, slightly allured to the vision Ivan was. Of course, the...

Zephyrine groaned and came up to take some weight of the young woman, hastening her steps but slowing down the Dreadlord considerably. "It's a black horse." She provided. There was a saddle and gear, probably too much weight to add two people to it. She would need to construct something, like...

Zephyrine admired from afar. Her smile was one born from amusement and anticipation, knowing that now Ivan had made his attack, it was now back on her to attract the beastly thing. Lowering her blades, the points resting on the ground, Caddel backed up and dragged the steel. It grated, and the...

Zeph weighed their options, but a nod of agreement came shortly. Then, it was the matter of deciding who would distract and who would strike. She had thought of telling Ivan he had the role of serving as the distraction, but then her eyes fell on the warhammer. It was not built to be a...