Frozen words cut through the wind before allowing the woman to cross the threshold into the tomb of knowledge. Her words caused the man to...
The pinkette's interest in the darkest of magical arts poked through the thin veil of awkward silence they had held for the briefest of moments....
Frosted air swirled around the faint glow of the man's fingers. The small wisps of frigid wind dancing back and forth as the magic pulsated from...
The hair beneath his bangs but above his eyes furrowed. The quizzical look he achieved producing an air of arrogance surrounding it. The chilled...
Stars darted the barren night sky. A simple slew of sparkles casting the faintest glows upon those silly enough to walk in the darkness of night....
Fingers parted a few ink colored hairs from his face as Oikawa listened to the Yladian. He admitted to having not heard of the Elysid Court, let...
"Zelrius it is," mused the raven-haired mage. With a slight nod, Oikawa turned to leave. "Until next time," was heard from him as he took off....
Oikawa noticed as the male, Caiden he had presumed, remained silent for this exchange. A flare in his crimson gaze flickered at the notion....
Oikawa grinned at Zaveid's comment. "Perhaps not, but spells are always a fall back not that I truly ever use them myself." The two seemed to be...
Malevolent energy swirled within the open palm of the noirette as he turned to face the voice calling out in innocence. The bow slung so crudely...
The noirette wasn't too keen on asking others for help when regarding trivial aspects for such simple tasks. In fact, it seemed he already had the...
It seems I'll be sent on my way. Though he couldn't blame the grape munching woman for her decision. The noirette had not only turned her down...
Pieces of cobbled stone skittered about as Oikawa shifted his weight to the other foot. His mind attempted to conjure a visual to match what...
Hands struggled to contain the vile contortions the infected man produced. Grunts of agony muffled beneath their crude attempts of holding him...
Oikawa's mind raced. His glance only barely scratching the visual chaos going on around him. Over his shoulder, he spotted Ayame holding up her...
"Zelrius....Slayer of Snefrid," echoed the noirette. "I can't say I'm familiar with the beast though I imagine I want be too familiar with...
He returned his own nod. "Nothing worth attaining is free. A notion I've known for a long time. However, What I can't pay for in...flesh...I may...
Oikawa is down
"Hmm?" The string of questions caught the noirette's attention. With a quick turn of his heel, Oikawa faced a man topped with blond hair and...
What the noirette hadn't originally noticed was that the ginger man was also that of another race. Yladian was it? The elven-like race? Intrigue...
