1. Cydonia

    Private Forced Divide

    Cyd was left standing in the wreckage, long fingers rubbing sharp sting out of where the knife scratched her. Maybe, maybe if she squared her shoulders enough and pretended that was part of the plan, she could avoid Rimebol's gaze. Nope, there they were - yellow eyes needled down to slits. A...
  2. Cydonia

    Private Forced Divide

    Well, what a pair of swindlers they made! Maybe Faramund had missed his calling - he could have gone door to door selling copper pots instead of killing people for a living. The man picked up her lie and stuck it fast in Kilhara's mind. Keep going...! Cyd laughed on cue with the mercenary's...
  3. Cydonia

    Private Above the Sea, Beneath the Sky

    The belly of the boat was admittedly much worse than being topside. On top of the ocean sway, it also creaked, and reeked strongly of pine tar and salt. Swinging lamps suspended from the ceiling lit their way down the steep steps (which were more ladder than stair) and through the narrow hallway...
  4. Cydonia

    Private Forced Divide

    Of course Sverod didn't give up his prized possession, the Aembra's Kiss. Instead he pulled out a nice brandy and poured three glasses. One for herself, and the others for the two hulking men who were now invading her personal space at the bar. Cyd swirled her glass and watched the tears roll...
  5. Cydonia

    Private Above the Sea, Beneath the Sky

    "Er, well," Cyd stuttered, her usual glowing confidence dimmed by the innocent comments made by the pair. "That depends on if you're one to think someone can be neat and... messy at the same time?" It wasn't that her cousin was dirty. His house was clean, and he knew where every item was at any...
  6. Cydonia

    Private Forced Divide

    This Kilhara fellow wasn't too kind on the eyes, and he seemed the sort who'd never been wrong about anything in his life. Cyd was of half a mind to let the boys handle him. And then Rimebol went and prodded the brute further, and that made up Cyd's whole mind. If he needed her help, he could...
  7. Cydonia

    Private Above the Sea, Beneath the Sky

    "I meant, why me? I could suffer through this for a unicorn but for a doctor I never heard of?" Cyd liked to answer questions, and sometimes she did so before fully listening to the question. This was the case as she picked herself up off the floor of the deck. "You're accompanying Syr Silas as...
  8. Cydonia

    Private Forced Divide

    It was a mess of steel and fist, thrust and swing. One ruffian lost a boot as Hector upended him. Another sloshed beer out of the mug he still grasped, as he stumbled toward Rimebol with sword drawn in the other. The broad-shouldered felonin still had a cat's grace to him as he side-stepped...
  9. Cydonia

    Private Forced Divide

    All that sneaking around, moving in unison, silencing the hinges on the door, making sure the breeze stilled along with the noise, fox-walking on the balls of her feet until they were close enough for ambush. Cyd had to look at someone's willy, and for what? Only for Rimebol to change his damn...
  10. Cydonia

    Private Above the Sea, Beneath the Sky

    Ah, the salty breeze was so crisp, and the play of it along with the warm sun against Cydonia's skin tickled her to the perfect temperature. If only she could tan like the rest of her kin. All she'd have to show from the trip was a few more freckles across her shoulders. The ship's sailors had...
  11. Cydonia

    Private Forced Divide

    After you. Surely, Faramund meant that she take lead in a metaphorical sense, seeing as Cyd was always support. She'd have teased him about it, but they'd already disagreed in front of the saplings enough as it was. So she only drew her own sword and motioned Rimebol to move forward. Stuck...
  12. Cydonia

    Private Forced Divide

    Faramund's report was hardly heartening. The whole waiting outside in the shadows thing had seemed excessive to Cydonia until she saw him stepping in return, blade already half-drawn, frown stuck further down his jaw than usual. Innis, crouched next to Cyd, held a fretful expression under the...
  13. Cydonia

    Prompt Love is Blind: Shut Up and Dance

    Skin prickled as voices grew hotter around Cydonia - mostly Petra's voice, a dragon's wrath possessing the woman, sharpening her teeth and narrowing golden eyes to fervid slits. If Cyd had been on surer footing she might have been able to do something about it sooner. But as she stood, she could...
  14. Cydonia

    Prompt Love is Blind: Shut Up and Dance

    What did she need? The question traveled through her on slow rotation. A thousand possible answers presented themselves, and none of them fit. She tried on several emotions in a near instant, cycling through them like dresses for a party. Anger didn't fit, it was too raw and red and she only...
  15. Cydonia

    Prompt Love is Blind: Shut Up and Dance

    The dance was a slow one. The meandering rhythm allowed for every breath of conversation to be felt, every bump of bodies to be noticed. The touches between them were quiet enough that they could be accidental. A step slid too far that led to a press of hips. A squeeze of fingers as balances...
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