1. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    The dark eyes flicker with light flowing into the edges of the iris - ghostly wisps, tiny starlights that dimly travel along the pattern all the way towards the edge of the pupil. Alive comes a will'o'wisp in the center, and the colors of magic bloom before Walter's gaze. His eyes are tired from...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Dare The Fast and the Fiendish

    "The what now?" A woman whose rather unladylike athletics are barely hidden by the flattering cut of the bronze-detailed blue dress appears in view, clearly having heard everything uttered up to the point, a leisurely intrigue burning in her deep forget-me-not blue eyes. She tucks a lock behind...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    "it will keep, that's what matters," Walter states lightly. Spontaneous emergence of the binding magic is not questioned, and he is happy not to answer, running a hand through his hair, instead. "Don't worry, you will meet the attendant shortly, if anything is amiss for furniture or items, let...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    Watching movement makes Walter's eyes refocus. He notices clothes, their fabric and pattern, hands that carry them, close the wooden doors. Colors, textures, shapes. Scraps of conversation to the pitched hearing some space behind the door. Honoured guest is a term that signals accommodations...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Tindercreek and Tillvale

    The drakehorse's paws drummed soft, heavy thuds into the dirt, steely lips free of the briddle that lay instead networked around the head of the creature. The riders had use of their mounts' jaws. But it hissing breaths slowed as it came to a stop. And, while the bird seemed confident in its...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    He didn't see the reason to invoke greater forces when simple things that were applied correctly would do. The weave deadened by his blade's touch would restore, of course, so would the ligaments cut and muscles sliced apart. Meantime though - and usually it mattered the most mid-combat - it...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    "Completely understandable, I will explain properly in a moment," the baron echoes lightly. Clang-ding-dlang-clack. Clack, the cast iron stand by the fireplace is levelled. Reggie is besides in that moment, breathes 'oh what-' and reaches out to help unburden the antler from an unwanted...
  8. Walter Thornley

    The Unburnt Journal

  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    For a few moments, Walter seems perplexed by the concept of drifting leylines. How extensively does one use them, for the natural currents nestled in the rivers and sitting at the core of mountains, to drift? The answer lies, of course, in the industrious nature of mortals. He yearned to be...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Thunder

    The look spared to Agatha was respectful, followed by a nod, muttered 'pleasureismine's and falling behind obediently. The drakes could carry them as far as necessary, being slower than horses at full tilt, but far more maneuverable and more than matching stamina. Mattered the world off-road...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    Perhaps it is just that featherclouds became a little sparser over the drape of dreary and let a touch more light fall onto the lord's face, but some sort of a light, fond relief registers in his slightly sharpened features. He does not look like a man approaching mid-thirties. Add a decade to...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Tindercreek and Tillvale

    "Leave's leave. Your word's bond, we'll keep we'll keep, skrrik," the bird chirped, switching from a face to a beak, and begun moving. And Momoshiro could feel the Wyrd move, too. A tiny, wispy thread that he could not control wrapped around his pinky finger in the spirit realm, that ended at...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    Eyebrows rose a little. Save for the commonfolk, in a few days' time this gentleman was among the few to honor the formalities. And Walter felt quietly thankful for that. For all the boisterous talk and disregard of common sense... it wasn't but it felt like someone acknowledged what he did...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    Walter stared back, eyes losing their preternatural glow somewhat, though tiny pinpricks of light remained in the pupils. The man dangled in the grip, eyes unfocused, heart pumping blood that was red as it leaked from wounds, but pulsed dark with weave being metabolized into matter within his...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    Something in him could still hold that prey response as he was sized up. Clever fiend was beginning to figure out, even through that arrogance, that something was terribly amiss, something was not going any kind of right for how it should have. It was no longer secure in its knowledge of the...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    Walter's excitement was sincere. That was its main application. It also held true that the excitement did not negate the calculation. There was no way in the world that he could make it closer to the vampire, but vampires seemed, at least some of them, keen on basing magic on their own essence...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    It was a simple stratagem, of course. Poke, see what makes stir. Because stirred beasts were distracted from planning. Bruised egos demanded retaliation that was immediate, and, of course, violent. He was still present in his head, but just barely. This whole exchange would end in blood, of...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    Days after the departure, the weather eased on the rain and gained in the harrowing, damp onslaught of the never-ending breeze. It rocked the tin weathervanes and whistled through the drafty creaks in the walls. All the same, the people seemed to greet this sort of weather with relief - with...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Thunder

    The weather was turning, into cloudy but relatively dry, and by the time the grey began to lighten in getting ready to meet the dawn, the clouds broke, letting the pale rays through the jagged fissure. They shone onto the cold moors, dry clumps of shrubbery and thin moss-grasses shivering under...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    Walter let his cloak hang on his arm, folded into a heavy woolen drape. He had a straight dagger on his belt, looked like a family heirloom or a ritual knife. A glass sphere cased in bronze that to Vagrant's eyes was just that, a bauble. He was not very colorful in presentation, that one. Black...
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