Lupa–who had shrunk her wolf form, slipped through bars, and then returned to normal size again–glared at Alessio through the bars, her yellow wolf eyes narrowed. She bared her teeth and shook her head, disgusted at the idea of keeping such a creature confined.

I’m going to free this creature and let myself out. Follow me if you can. She…[Read more]

I’M GOING TO TRY AND STAY BACK THIS TIME.

Her head felt like it was going to implode and Lupa squeezed her eyes closed, waiting for the feeling, the rushing, the MADNESS to leave her alone.

Things fell still and she sucked in a breath of stale air. Her ears were greeted by a groaning noise of creatures–animals. She opened her eyes and took in…[Read more]

A smile cured at Lupa’s lips.

“A change that will rattle Saorsa to its core. We’ve usurped and now a murderous tyrant terrorizes us. But we are rebels, so we rebel and we make a mess.” A flicker sparking in her eye as she spoke. “We guard a successor as told in the stars. It is our job–the Nyx–to secure his safety. And after we crush Rohana…[Read more]

“A warrior…” Lupa repeated.

It felt so strange for someone to call her that. She was the bottom of the pack, liked by few people, driven by revenge and anger. Not noble, not powerful.

“I am no warrior. Many would say I’m a scoundrel. They encountered me in a squabble with some soldiers in the street. I don’t know what they saw in me…maybe it…[Read more]

Lupa titled her head, thinking about her shapeshifting friends.

“They usually only change to match the appearance of the creature. Mine go from dark brown to gold, Ryuu’s from ice blue to midnight blue, and Nascha’s black to pale brown.” She returned her gaze to Alessio, finally not squinting as much in the sunlight. “There’s nothing terribly…[Read more]

“Favourite weapon…” Lupa thought a moment and then explained. “You have to understand, where I come from, we do not tend to use weapons. We live in a very compact area of the city and weapons have basically disappeared. Instead it has been replaced by a hand-to-hand combat designed for the tight spaces we live in. Some carry knives, but we…[Read more]

“Yes, Lupa.” She was still squinting in the light. “Alessio…?” She asked, her sharp blue eyes studying him.

Lupa glanced around the room, her eyes perfectly adjusted to the darkness. Tyrell’s hardly saw the light of day. They worked at night and disappeared to their windowless, stone hideouts at day to sleep away the planning and bruises of scuffles and chases.

Lupa could see the shadows of everyone moving about her, their voices mixed together.…[Read more]

Lupa glanced around the room, her eyes perfectly adjusted to the darkness. Tyrell’s hardly saw the light of day. They worked at night and disappeared to their windowless, stone hideouts at day to sleep away the planning and bruises of scuffles and chases.

Lupa could see the shadows of everyone moving about her, their voices mixed together.…[Read more]

Thanks @this-is-not-an-alien!

Could someone strike up a conversation with Lupa (I decided to change her name XD. It still means she-wolf but I prefer it over Asena XD XD)? I’m not getting a lot of development done atm.

Oof, I got lost…where we at/doing?

“I vote for Brendin,” The words slipped from her mouth without Asena realizing. They had been snatched off her tongue, manipulated across her lips.

She had not spoken them of her own free will. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at the gathered people, uncertain of what to do. She didn’t want anyone to perish, but to save them, it seemed like a wor…[Read more]

Asena listened to the voice of “Lord Castle” and felt a shiver run down her spine. Suddenly the wall shattered and dragon burst through, a cloud of pale dust showering him as he bounded forward and slewed before them.

“I figured it was time we rejoined.” He spoke and Asena narrowed her eyes at him. Dragons were always dangerous and unp…[Read more]

Asena paused at the unusual comment. “Murder was not on my itinerary today. I was simply ensuring you wouldn’t attempt to attack me by shifting to a more threatening form.”

He gazed blankly back at her.

Asena continued. “I’d shift back, but shifting under stress or fear makes for a more…secure shift. A kind of safe guard of my ability to…[Read more]

Asena recoiled at the sudden movement not far from her and slipped behind a bookshelf. Slowly removing a thick book titled the Art of Eating Cheese, she studied the man through the gap. His dark curly hair accented his eyes while his olive skin was marred with scars. Asena had scars of her own, but ones that were very faint. She spent little t…[Read more]

Asena sat, waiting.

She had been here for a hour, the sandglass slowly marking the time.

“Come on, Soren. Don’t make me nervous.” She drummed her fingers on the tabletop, smoothed by hours and days of maps, books, and sheets of paper being spread upon it and studied.

But at the moment it only held the sandglass, attached at its copper base to…[Read more]