suntory market

Ethir's iron jewelry was particularly painful today. She wondered briefly if her keeper, Orion, had done so on purpose, but she could do nothing about it. While it hurt, it left no marks on her perfect skin. She walked back to her tent as dusk fell, absentmindedly scratching at her neck. She...

Somewhere, in the Spine, miles away from the Crobhear Portal Stone. Tracking fae was never easy. Glamours did more than just disguise them, it could erase scent or sound at it’s peak. There were always tell-tale signs but fae, the little insects that they were, could exhibit sudden and rare...

Xanthe never dreamed when she was put under the hunter’s spells. Whenever she would wake up, which was whenever the hunters wanted her to, she always felt a sense of longing. It would have been nice if she could have dreamed while being asleep. Suntory Market couldn’t even let the captured fae...

A symphony of howls and barks resounded all around the Falwood. A dozen or more hounds were chasing after one prey, their parted jaws easily picking up their prey’s scent as they bounded through the verdant green of the forest. Bloodhounds and elkhounds and retrievers were leading the hunt...