Not many dared enter the woods the way Lancer did. The quiet in them was unnatural, as if any and all animals had fled from them. Only the plants, eternal, placid warriors, thrived in the place.

The trees were as familiar as home, allowing him to make his way to a certain clearing, where he knew he would find the respite his conflictuous heart ( Read more... )

For the longest time, it was completely unclear what he was supposed to do. Nothing to go by but a cryptic message and a crucifix, which now rested painfully against his chest. Blessed. A pain he bore gladly if only to remind him that he need not submit.

And so he lived. And killed.

Humans, he killed to survive. Eventually had found, he could not ( Read more... )

It had been too easy to escape the building. But not all else. There would be no escaping what he was now, the monster, the animal, the killer, it was as part of him as his organs ( Read more... )

The young man in his arms was a dead weight when he entered the coven, blood loss the cause of the near death stillness.

There were only three young turnlings and one older mentor in the main room. The woman was teaching the youngsters about the weak spots of the human body and how best to hit them for incapacitation. All stopped to stare at him ( Read more... )

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"[...]it’s a slippery slope when we allow others to control what we think and write.  Fiction is fantasy.  It’s not real.  It unfolds in our imagination.  I’ve always believed fiction writers and readers ( Read more... )

The pain was blinding him on the right side, in blotches from the ‘holy water’ that had been thrown by a fortunately clumsy hunter. The pain was strong enough that he had to take a moment to compose himself, leaning heavily against the brick wall of some building, the shadows concealing him.

Newbies... they were always unpredictable. Either ( Read more... )

The great cat approached stealthily behind him, but he paid it no mind, used to the other. The beast laid down silently beside him, the only sound it made a soft puff and the jingle of charms alien to Lurin ( Read more... )

The locals of Rut’theran Village were staring at her. No wonder. She made an imposing figure, sitting atop a rather dumb but fearsome looking Storm Drake, the beast perched calmly on the only building in the small island, claws digging into the wood ( Read more... )

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So, as some might be aware, I'm currently without my laptop, aka main computer, aka gaming 'rig', aka life. I'm actually using a Toshiba that is mainly my mother's laptop for when she needs to take it to school for her stuff (she's a teacher). This was by no means a gaming pc when it was bought (3-4 years ago, don't know exactly) and it's much less ( Read more... )