1. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    Too slow to soften her descent, but quick enough to help Osytha round up pennies with the tip of her tail. 'The fellah serving you drinks,' the Deva replied, firebug eyes burning as they flit to the jug of water on the counter behind the barkeep, then to the drink he's pouring. 'Sound bloke...
  2. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    What was it with Outholders flashing their glint like they owned the place? Xenovia had asked herself that question time and time again, and yet the answer evaded her still, like some sort of alley cat, all claw and fur. With a white streak dividing its coat, the Deva thought with a smile...
  3. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Jem never said much of anything, but he was good at staring. A soft thump told Xenovia something had dropped into the wagon behind her. Tail tucked, she turned to find pillows and blankets piled haphazardly beneath the window. How they had got there or who'd found them was anyone's guess. Well...
  4. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    It was dark inside Jem's wagon, and bare as a behind during the Summer swelter. 'Where the fuck is your bed, Jem?' Blinking, Xenovia chuckled quietly to herself, exhaustion sitting heavy upon her shoulder's. 'It's alright, there's a roof... Room to stretch my legs.' And at least she wouldn't...
  5. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Xenovia shrugged her shoulders. 'Hazy,' she answered, sweeping her long hair aside, so she could match stares with Elmy. 'I remember walking, running somewhere. Then... nothing. Well. Until Jem found me.' Silver and darkness. Pain and far-too-calm voices. Blood on the grass. A body folding in...
  6. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Fun? Not really. But being alive beat being dead nine times out of ten. 'Now now, Elmy, is that anyway to welcome a friend?' Xen tutted, tipping this way and that, as if drunk. Jem helped steer her towards the nearest flat surface, a half-empty supply wagon. Sharing the bed with hemp sacks and...
  7. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Xen didn't miss much, though Jem might as well have sprung five more fingers for all she understood. 'Dirt's never looked so tempting,' she mumbled to herself as she dismounted, one leg swinging whilst the other tried to free itself from the stirrup. Bronzed, they were, with a taste for toes...
  8. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Xen answered Jem with a noncommittal grunt. Fatigue was the soup of the day, and she had overindulged, what with all the excitement. Even half-addled, she knew she would not remain a-saddle for much longer. Thirty minutes, as she had promised. Fewer. Someone would be there to catch her should...
  9. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Xen wasn't sure if Lena was trying to be funny, or whether it was the awkwardness with which she spoke that made her grin. 'I'll keep that in mind... next time,' the devahni promised, wiggling her pinkie finger. She was still getting accustomed to the hand signals the other Liners used, on the...
  10. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    'Don't intend to.' Of course, that wasn't to say she wouldn't. Gravity had an irresistible pull to it. Sometimes, one's best efforts simply did not suffice. At least if she fell, it would be straight into Lena's arms. There were worse places to end up, surely. 'Right. Yeah.' Even with an...
  11. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    The bounty hunter's horse did not seem to notice its master was gone, and if it did, then it did not mind. 'Soon be home.' Xen promised her newfound friend. Guided by Jem, sometimes guiding, Xen let the blood bay pick his own path through the moonlit gloom. Safer than forcing him to go where he...
  12. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Xen hummed. 'Least the bastards had the sense to hang lanterns from their saddles,' she pointed out, staggering down the road after the horses, like a drunk navigating their way to the outhouse. Odds were good she'd reach her destination, assuming the destination didn't run off on her. She...
  13. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    'I can shift.' Though, will I? Xenovia felt a niggling of doubt worm its way into her skull. Yes, she could shift, and in so doing become her truest self. Fangs, claws, wings and fur. Burning eyes. Lashing tail. The Old Blood running hot through her veins. Whenever she had shifted in the past...
  14. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    A nod, proof she was listening. 'Don't we all.' Rubbing some feeling back into her wrists, Xen hugged herself tightly, unable to make sense of just what had saved her, only that Jem was involved. 'Never seen magic quite like that before,' she muttered, nodding some more when Vyn's name came up...
  15. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Funny fucker, Jem. 'A goodbye... for the likes of him?' Smiler. A nickname laced with irony, but the only one she had ever heard insofar as he was concerned. 'Said goodbye to his conscience a long time ago,' the devahni coughed, spittle clinging to her lips, gut doing somersaults whilst she...
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