Crazywriter

Sorry for the delay everyone, I’ve been preparing for my brother’s wedding and battling tonsillitis the past week or so.

Jericho and Brendin merely listened to the various other conversations taking place around them.  Brendin winced at some of Nithel’s words; noticing, Jericho placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder.  She tensed when M…[Read more]

Nithel’s eyes were closed, but when he opened them, the burned with a passion older than the stars. “The Lord has given me pain,” he whispered. “Much of it. I was created for it. He saw my pain as worth it, for the good it would work in others.

He didn’t force me to obey what He wished. My brother did not.

I chose to, for I wanted to give m…[Read more]

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The ripping sound caught Alessio’s attention and his eyes darted to the noise. Nithel was…oh ok…Actually he was way too used to that sound, never enough bandages and…
“A change that will rattle Saorsa to its core.” Lupa said with a curling smile. Alessio consc…[Read more]

As she laughed, Nithel didn’t smile at all. His eyes so serious.

Born yesterday. A common thing said to him. He looked at her face, his brows crunching, feeling old again. For just a moment thinking. *thoughts* *is still waiting for the dragon to jump in and silence this*

His gaze didn’t waver, pain in his chest, but resolve and love in his…[Read more]

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Haha that’s okay XD its actually the Bloody Mink, its her street name.

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The dragon made total sense to Mayra. She recognised the darkness in his tone, his words. She understood him.

Then Nithel spoke up softly. “He loves you. He has given you life.” … “And though it can seem like a curse, and with it we may curse o…[Read more]

The dragon growled, gaze fixed on Nithel’s. Nithel held it, not looking away and strong.

“Nothing that means anything to you, human,” the dragon’s tone was without emotion, trying to end the subject. But could easily have been bitter. With a bit of imagination.

Nithel’s eyes softened, though still guarded, chest hurting. But it does mean som…[Read more]

“What has He done to you?” Nithel asked quietly, glancing first from Malvat to the girl – the Blood Mink (this is the right character, right? I keep getting Lupa and your character mixed up, @irishredcelticflowercrown XDD).

Malvat growled and lowered his head back to the turf, not letting his gaze wander away from Nithel’s sincere face. “Nothing…[Read more]

Malvat listened to the mankinds converse with disinterest. Their petty concerns were of no value to him.

Until the empowered girl asked, “Is Dewos real?”

Surprise flitted through Malvat’s body. Who was Dewos? Why would she ask the one who thought in a different language this question? Were they from the same place?

“Dewos,” she repeated, “-the…[Read more]

After Nithel had the patch, about the size of an adult’s hand, torn, he moved toward her on his knees, about to dip it in the water and hand it to her. But as his eyes touched her, she looked like she was going to burst. Questions spilling and jumping inside her more than the water.

She leaned forward, hoping, yet timid. Excited, but wary and…[Read more]

Mayra followed Nithel to the stream and cupped her hands in it, feeling the coolness of it. She drank thirstily, the dryness of her throat slowly recovering.

She heard a ripping sound and turned to see Nithel ripping his shirt. Her mouth fell open as he tore a large piece of it away. What was he-?

She felt the blood drip down her nose and her…[Read more]

After Nithel spoke, he could see questions roiling in her mind. It was fine. Some of the seriousness left him, and his shoulders relaxed. Intrigue of his own coming as he watched her finger a pendent. A charm about the neck, like Alessio had before he gave the leather strap to Nithel. Perhaps they were from the same world? Both with strange…[Read more]

I am Nithel, son of Father. Those words bounced back and forth in Mayra’s head, over and over again. She shook her head, confused. What was he on about? Who was this father of his? And why did he not refer to him by his proper name?

Unless – unless that was his name.

The gears in her brain pushed themselves into motion as she stared at this…[Read more]

“You – should not – care,” Mayra’s voice was tight, her body tensing to where her hands fisted. “Who – are you? Why – do this?”

He breathed in and out, thinking. He didn’t look from her face, face serious, but still not unkind.

I was created for the protection of mankind. I love you; how could I go against my purpose? He straightens, tu…[Read more]

Mayra stared at him silently, her jaw tight. Her eyes were stinging as if she was holding back a wave of tears. This boy was either brave or stupid, to treat her with such courtesy. He wanted her to eat with them, even after everything that had happened. Her chest tightened at the sight of his soft eyes.

“You – should not – care,” Mayra ans…[Read more]

When she paled and took a step back, Nithel straightened, eyes concerned.

“Are you – not afraid? This – makes others – afraid. I hurt – with this.” As the heat flicked over her palms, his chest skipped beats. In all honesty, he was terrified. He had no doubt that it made others afraid, or that she had the ability to hurt with those hands.

But…[Read more]

Nithel glanced up as the girl touches his hands, her touch gentle, hesitant. She shook her head, as if afraid. Not wanting to impose. “You – eat,” She let go of him, and pointed at herself. “Me – fine.”

His brows lifted the smallest bit. He hadn’t expected her to refuse food. He breathed in and out, eyes looking at her face, the blood. His…[Read more]

@rose-colored-fancy,

1500 WORDS?!? CONGRATS!!

*Laughs in writer.* Oh, she totally is. Life really sucks for her right now XD Oh, goodness, I’m both proud and extremely guilty XD I’ve just started on the low point and it’s going to get way worse before it gets better. (My poor babies!)

*wishes I could cackle* *is not in Evil Writer Mode* Saaaa…[Read more]

Malvat burst through the hole after the others, showering dirt and rock down into the collapsing room. The ground beneath him held – miraculously. He attributed it to the overall strangeness of this place.

Raising his head to they sky, Malvat shook the rubble off his gleaming ebony body and sniffed the air. Clear, but somehow scented with…[Read more]