Recent content by Zyndyrr K'yoshin

He had done this dance before more than once. Against orcs, humans, or his own kind. That sword in his hand was nothing new to him. It didn’t matter if he was lower on the ladder than this woman before him. Zyndyrr of House K’yoshin was a warrior and a soldier, and his lord father was the...

Prayers. Zyndyrr had long learned to bid them farewell ever since he had left his under-realm for the surface of the earth. They meant little else than words and he felt himself well off without them. After all, how could the Spider Queen see him so far from her thralls? Isn’t she just another...

It was a curious thing. Events developed as they did yet all Zyn had wanted at first was to question those bones and trinkets. From one moment to the next, however, conversation went from ‘What are those instruments?’ to ‘the rhythm of a woman’s body’. Honestly, he should probably have expected...

As their fingers brushed, Zyn thought little and less of the touch. She was a comely creature, in her own way, but she had a way with speech that left a sour taste in his tea. Evidently I have pretty bones at least. He’d remember to share his physique with the next woman with a better tongue...

Goats rue and golden bark. Zyn thought. To him it just sounded like she traded a man’s kiss for a goat’s and a tree’s touch but who was he? Who was she, for that matter? There they were, waging words with each other, never mind staring daggers. Yet he was being less vehement than feeling...

Sorrel seed. Could have come from a corral reef for all Zyn cared and simply helped with bowel movements. However, cooling the blood and bringing heat back was a nice enough contradiction. Sorrow, though, was hollow. Didn't take a man or woman to go through hell to know. Zyn listened, cup in...

A simple question, a simple answer. Zyn was glad that this woman didn’t fiddle with some convoluted explanation. Yet she was no simpleton. The ash cleans, the bones guide. His eyes shifted to the side just then as if to take in the kind of apothecary for the first time. Right. “I’ll stand...

There was something about walking throughout a city in the light of the dawn. For one thing, it was easier on the eyes and the skin. Certain kinds could appreciate that even with the hoods over their heads and the gloves that covered their hands. A drow had just that amid his outfit, keeping...

From drum to fiddle, the tavern of The First Hearth by the Spine was filled with music to bring it to life this night. The musicians needed little help with this in the middle of its lively patrons. Some were drunk enough to dance with or without a band. Others were too busy in their chatter to...

Zelici hadn’t fully dressed. That was her intention. Yet Zyn would have been an idiot to claim he didn’t witness it. Instead, he relished it, the same way one slays a dragon to live and tell with it, and to hell with her dress in the end. Neither one of them resisted what was coming to them...

Her tail curtailed his desire to hide his fire. It wrapped around his calf as it had on the tavern floor beneath their current floor. From that evening to this morning, they had ventured upstairs. They hadn’t danced downstairs, not with hips and fingers swaying to the music, movements in rhythm...

Zyn was motionless. Fuck your condolences. There was no vehemence in his visage. I am violent. He let his hand be taken into her hand, just as her hands had taken his back in that tavern, as this thumb had caressed her fingers. I am a piece of shit, you dumb bitch. No, she could not read his...

Zyn hadn’t slipped at the mention of either parent, but he almost did. His father was a cursed person at best, a forgotten memory at worst, which made sense in a way considering Zyndyrr may one day wish to drive a blade through the heart of his very own father someday. To hell with that image...

That was expected. Just as intended. That she didn’t slap or stab him, as suspected, was a bonus. The blade tickled her skin as blood trickled from it, sucked between her lips. Her hiss was exquisite, but in truth Zyndyrr didn’t do this for the pain. He preferred to hear his enemies screech. He...

The way her fingers moved, how he noticed her near mistake that might have cost her a scrape if not one of her very fingers, was no less that impressive. Amid her movements, Zelici managed to speak eloquently, just as Zyndyrr remembered her tongue from earlier in the tavern. It was accented; a...