Demoness/Huntress

The sound of feet shuffling through dry dirt filled the air as a young girl close to entering her teens walked along a dusty brown road with another older woman. Both female had dresses on. They were simplistic, but for where they were from one could tell these dresses were a bit more formal, though they were never compare to the vibrancy and grandness of some of the nobles who lived in the city. They were after all country folk. Even so there was reason to come into the thriving town, though th… Continue

Dull was one word to describe it, Pipers new life style. It was a much needed change but after so much excitement things felt a bit stagnant. The thirst for fear had worn off almost entirely now, it was not something that crossed her mind as often. It was certainly a relief to not experience the craving any longer, it made things easier. Though going through the withdraws wasn't a breeze, and the demoness had suffered quietly on the inside, distancing herself from potential pray as much as possi… Continue

"I'm certain that somebody will find you" came a soft mocking voice laced with a distinct darkness. The source came from a demoness; her long dark hair cascaded around her face, covering half of it. The contrast only made her green huntress eye stand out all the more as it carefully looked down on its prey.

A young woman lay sprawled partially on the ground, though her back was propped up a bit on a rocky wall. She wore what use to be a modest yet elegant violet gown, trimmed with black lace. I… Continue

It was all so interesting, the way things had gone down recently. So much change had taken place since the searing of the Outpost. The Sacred Tree was gone, the wards were down, and now Tarrund had declared itself a free city. Even the magic school in the wilds seemed to have changed, it felt different, and the large menacing green rune blocking the entrance from all demon kin was lost. The Bishop must have made his move finally and took up the reigns as the arch mage.

The demoness continued to… Continue

The small room was fairly still and quiet, save for the soft gurgling of water from a modest basin fountain in the corner of the space. Onyx emeralds glanced up to the stream of gently churning water, then back to the low storage dresser before her.

Tiny trinkets were spread out atop its surface, and she knelt down slowly to look at them. Some objects were familiar, some not so much. Slender digits picked up random tidbits and sifted past others. There was some jewelry that felt as though it sh… Continue