EmilyRemixed

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]

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]

The boy was offering her fruit. He looked at her hesitantly, then looked away. She wondered what he made of her. She had hurt his friend after all. Yet he was still offering her food. What was left of it anyway.

She stared at him carefully, then pushed his hands away, shaking her head. “You – eat,” she answered. Then she pointed at herself. “Me -…[Read more]

Nithel stares a bit at them, then glances to the food, intending to hand it out.

He goes first to Brendin, offering him a loaf of mushed bread. If the man doesn’t take it, Nithel will lay it on the ground before him. His manor is like that of a servant, when facing Brendin.

He then moves to Jericho, manor more relaxed, but still formal as he…[Read more]

Oh my goodness gosh darned snickerdoodles! I’ve completely missed your post @millennium this entire time!! *also me; has been hovering around in utter anticipation for an update and didn’t even noticed your update XDXDXD!*

“Any questions?” She finished which was probably not the best way to word that because any questions was an invitat…[Read more]

The blood flow from Brendin’s nose halted at a touch from Jericho.

“Let’s just all take a moment…to calm down…and divide our rations, and save our strength for the next disaster.” 

“Yes, that would seem wise,” Jericho said, somewhat wryly.  She sat down on the grass and watched quietly as Alessio and the wolf-girl – Lupa? – began conversing.…[Read more]

“Hello?” Alessio nearly jumped back to avoid stumbling into her, instinctively glancing up.
“I’m sorry,” He said reflexively, backing out of her personal space. The pain in his head was beginning to subside but the images it conjured were still sharply clear and…Alessio shook off the thought, and the questions that could wait. What had she said he…[Read more]

@rebekah12,

Thwapling told me what’s happening, so I thought I’d come over here and tag some RP peeps. 😉

@this-is-not-an-alien @rose-colored-fancy @irishcelticredflowercrown @rusted-knight @kylie-wingfeather @arindown @skylarynn @kimlikesart @millennium

*goes through everyone’s names ok Emily’s @millennium and @skylarynn was here for a while so Peter is…@CRAZYWRITER I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Oh uh HI @ANNE_THE_NOOB14!!! *bowls over with hug*

Before he could think straight Alessio felt himself yanked forward, dizzy with the noise, images, memories, present all jumbled. There was something he…couldn’t rememb–He nearly lost his balance shoved through the hole and darted up disoriented, prepared to fend off a blow.
But everything was bright and…he blinked back the hot sudden light,…[Read more]

Nithel grabbed the bag with one hand, clutching underneath one of Alessio’s arms with the other. Dragging him toward where everyone else was going. More dust. It was like the castle was coughing, or growling at them in rage…

Nithel shoved Alessio through the hole, and barreled out behind him. The light was so bright Nithel was almost blinded.…[Read more]

Nithel came beside Alessio, and began to work at the wall. Then he watched Alessio, struggling… “Alessio,” He whispered, rather loudly, because the ceiling’s noise was loud. “It is not about the power, but your feelings. Do you want the flame to come? Why. Is it because you love us, and want to be saved? Is it because you are angry at this…[Read more]