1. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    As soon as One Eye laid into the food, Fray picked up speed as well. How rare, to share a meal with someone who could go toe to toe in combat and bite for bite in feasting. She took full advantage of this auspicious arrangement. The Deva listened keenly over the sounds of chewing as Garrod...
  2. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    “Well I don’t ever feel like losing coin, but…” Not ten minutes later, Fray found herself hooting and hollering with the rest of crowd, standing shoulder to shoulder as they tried not to jostle the table in their excitement. All around the flashing knife, necks craned for a better view. Fray’s...
  3. Fray

    Private Roots

    Fray was so fixated on the raging monster of her once-brother that she had no eyes left for Lady Second's transformation. It wasn't until her stretcher suddenly started shifting backwards that she finally tore her gaze away. "Oh hell..." she breathed. The Blighted lady was covered in fresh...
  4. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    I could die happy, Fray thought wistfully to herself as One-Eye rattled off all the perks of being, as he so pointedly emphasized, in a Cazadore den. She only half registered his offer to take care of Fang's repairs. Her mind was lost in a sea of greed, which only intensified as the liquid grace...
  5. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    Fray fought the snort of laughter bubbling up her throat. The waif played her part well. She certainly looked starved enough that even the flimsiest of acting did the trick. But this meek and helpless version of Evyn made for such a stark contrast from the urchin she had barreled over this...
  6. Fray

    Private Roots

    Laying there on the stretcher, with her face mere inches from the forest floor, Fray had never felt so helpless in her short, woe begotten life. She could not fight. Could barely even speak. A giant snake of grief had wrapped itself around her throat, choking her mercilessly. She was too tired...
  7. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    Fray’s gaze narrowed just a fraction as she witnessed Evyn work. Easy enough to believe the lass was sick; Fray herself would have assumed as much from the start, if Evyn hadn’t gotten all the way here without so much as a slight cough. She looked frail, yes, but the hardness in her eyes and the...
  8. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Unholy? Certainly. Polite? Fray wasn't so sure about that, considering her thought process had been more along the lines of "I don't know what exactly is on the other side of that door and I don't want to be the first one through if things get hairy." But One Eye didn't need to know. She was too...
  9. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    Fray pondered the lass’s name. A short and somewhat ambiguous sounding thing, divulging little no matter how you sliced it. And yet, it wasn’t an entirely hopeless one. The Deva had heard her fair share of idiotic namesakes in Crorefell, mainly amongst the lower echelons. Names like Bug, or...
  10. Fray

    Private Roots

    There was a strange, keening sound coming up from the forest floor as Fen's mangled form stumbled out into the open. It wasn't until Lady Second started speaking that Fray realized the sound was, in fact, coming from her own, horrified throat, but by then she was beyond caring. Fen was a...
  11. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Blistering hell. He really did look an absolute wreck. Yet, somehow, Garrod found the strength in him to pick up an oar and help Fray row. She had snorted at being called a machine, bittersweet as that sentiment was, but it became apparent that One-Eye was made of similar ilk. Her first...
  12. Fray

    Private Dreaming of an Absent Word

    She conceded that he had a point. But only in her head, and very reluctantly. Coin made the world go ‘round. Every so often, Fray worked up enough charm to earn the charity of some lonely, wealthy widow. Those were easy days, filled with pampering of unparalleled luxury. Sometimes, she wondered...
  13. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    Fray listened, fighting her instincts to distrust every word coming out of the waif’s mouth. Old habits died hard. This could, at the end of the day, still be some colossal shit show of a trap, but she was short one slippery eel named Ade, and therefore also on options. Ashen tears…that should...
  14. Fray

    Private Roots

    Fray felt the awkward attempt at comfort and peered up at Cinnamon one last time. The Deva did not know who to feel more sorry for, the servant or herself. But there they were, two strays of thrice fucked origins, left to face the ill begotten nature of Blight however they could. Even for a...
  15. Fray

    Open Twice a Sinner, Half a Saint

    A single, dark eyebrow raised at the odd duckling’s words. She voiced what was no doubt on all three of their minds. Fray was not expecting that; she thought maybe Sol was slow and her mind adrift in some other plane, given how disinterested she’d seemed up until then. In response, the old man...
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