1. Lucero

    Private Born to Bloom or Meant to Wither [M]

    Good girl. Somewhere, deep down, in her little pit of agony, Lucero knew he was mocking her. But she didn't care because it gave her relief, for the briefest of moments. A whoosh of cool air - it didn't below there, caressing inside her head but there was a comfort to it. Like scratching...
  2. Lucero

    Private Born to Bloom or Meant to Wither [M]

    For that half second, Lucero’s smile is ever wider, her eyes radiant like dawn after a long, cold night. For that half second, she trusted her words had worked, trusted the man to want her help and to accept it. If only for that half second she realized it was too late, she could have pulled her...
  3. Lucero

    Private Born to Bloom or Meant to Wither [M]

    "Oh, okay." Lucero still had a hand on her dagger, watching whatever he was move out of her line of sight, heading elsewhere, seeing the invisible blackness remain within his silhouette. Being dismissed so easily did hurt her pride. Of course he didn't know that she had taken a baby that would...
  4. Lucero

    Private Born to Bloom or Meant to Wither [M]

    Lucero turned her ears towards him immediately. She was quick to bring her hand back, a bone-deep chill of fear as if she had just been submerged beneath a frozen lake. Then, there was calm. He did not attack her although his words were unnerving. Lucero took a shaky step back with her bad...
  5. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    He took hold of her at just the right time. Lucero was long and lanky, as a child her mother and grandmother had fretted over her being too skinny and constantly worrying whenever she had gotten sick. Even as a knight and her following through on the diligent regimen of calisthenics every...
  6. Lucero

    Private Born to Bloom or Meant to Wither [M]

    Oh, yes, thank you, kind sir, that lady was awfully annoying, getting caught and stuck on fallen branch and thicket. Feel free to take her, I must be on my way, there's some more crabapples I haven't got to taste yet.... No, I won't be leaving with you, I have no desire to carry someone of your...
  7. Lucero

    Private Born to Bloom or Meant to Wither [M]

    [Content Warning - Intense violence and gore, mention/description of taboo sexual content.] Far away in North Illica, a small village made up of pygmy goblins was often never visited. They were a hostile sort, preferring to keep to themselves, quick to stab any newcomer that dared come onto...
  8. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    Both hands were pressed against her ears as if they could make any difference in drowning out the scream. Although her eyes were closed, Lucero could see the buzzing of the shroud in the air all around them like small blinking fireflies or drops of water sizzling in a hot pan. She could feel the...
  9. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    Peanut! Why didn't she think of that? She rather liked the snack herself, salty or sweet or both. Lucero nodded sympathetically to Syr Horoth. Not all knights needed to wield magic. There were plenty who fought only with the strength of their body, the goodness of their soul. "Before the...
  10. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    "Me too." Lips were pressed firmly together, entirely resolute in her suggestion. She had a sword on her hip, a heavy reminder that even those following after the Pursuit of Life still had to skill. Lucero didn't think it would come down to her needing to use the blade. Shoyna was surely...
  11. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    When there was no more to be done, Lucero reached over to Horoth, hand holding onto his forearm and squeezing it gently. "Nobody is better than anybody, Syr Horoth," She did her best to smile in his direction. There was another squeeze though she suspected he couldn't feel it from his armor...
  12. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    Something warm and fuzzy radiated from Lucero like a cat uncurling from a long nap in the sun. Syr Horoth's words felt like a fresh coat of pain, sharpening a dull pencil to a point. It helped her keep her cool, let her lean into her own knowledge, her own magic. Her vocation was not only to...
  13. Lucero

    Open Truth Be Told

    Syr Silas was starting to feel like he was in a good mood. A great mood, the sort of mood that he felt when someone remembered his birthday despite hiding the fact that he had one. Or maybe the sort of good mood that came from two drinks, when all ideas started sounding like good ideas and the...
  14. Lucero

    Open Truth Be Told

    After finishing Syr Silas's bowl of soup - it wasn't as delicious, he had taken out most of the chicken - Lucero was starting to feel pretty good. A big, wide smile was plastered on her face. She still wished she had some bread to go with it. Would Syr Silas call her a glutton again if she...
  15. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    Syr Horoth's armor was heavy, it clinked and clanked with his movements. His weight could be felt, each step a small quake that Lucero could feel beneath her boots. Her spine tingled with a chill that started from her neck and ended at her spine. He shouted and a struggle ensued. Lucero turned...
  16. Lucero

    Open Truth Be Told

    Two hands were firmly on the wooden bowl, lifting it up higher and higher. Gulping every mouthful, ignoring the spoon given to her, Lucero forgot about breathing. It was a seasonal soup chicken soup, comforting in how there was a rich layer of familiarity and yet refreshing in the use of herbs...
  17. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    "Sweet basil,"Lucero sucked in a quick breath. By the Mother, Syr Horoth could be quite loud! He startled her more than the creature, but of course she couldn't see the vulture head that stared back at her. It would have unnerved her if she could, the unblinking eyes studying her. The growling...
  18. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    The blind knight tapped on Syr Horoth's hand when the path veered off hard to the left. Horoth's words left Lucero with a melancholy frown, but she was happy to push away the ferns, pausing in her lead to look towards a clump of mushrooms that radiated in her peripheral. When she had lost her...
  19. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    When Lucero glanced towards Syr Horoth she peeked at his soul. Not on purpose, but her use of the shroud was still strong, it thrummed through her veins in uneven waves, tingled at the end of her finger tips, made her stomach feel a bit queasy. So when she glanced over because it was still a...
  20. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    The knight kneeled down, feeling the buzz of the shroud over a splotch of dried blood. Harpy blood smelled like animal blood, gamey and less metallic. With her sight, she began parsing through the information given to her. There had been a lot of blood, not a little, the wound was deep, not...
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