TheAlphaBunny

Lilin sat in the parlour of his townhome before the crackling flames of the small hearth, his chin in his hand, the gears in his head turning against his will. ...

"Vermin," Lilin spoke after a long, dreadful pause. "Where exactly is this 'Witch' of whom you spoke? I see nothing but water and sand and you. " "She was here, ...

Lilin moved about his jaw, looking up at the man in the tree and digesting his counter with distaste. He didn't enjoy making deals, compromising in any way, but the ...

Lilin, more than most, more than the men he commanded, more than the King himself, knew the way Cela Fretamori worked. He could see past the glamor of the Capital, ...

As Lilin strode through the twin gilded doors that led into the throne room, the silence assaulted him. Elsewhere in the entry halls of the palace, the noise had been ...

The ten foot tall iron gates of the sprawling palace complex opened to Lilin like the arms of a lover. Two white suited sentries with blank faces flickering beneath the ...

Lilin frowned without any attempt at hiding his displeasure. He couldn't believe this woman was so persistent in inviting him to dine with her, and on what inclination? He remembered ...

Lilin dipped his head, hiding the faintest twitch of a cold smile at her choice of words. Women could be so prudish. "Magic users you say?" he muttered, looking up ...

It was cold, too cold to be out on the streets of the capital despite the faint warmth of the street vendors' ovens and the shuffle of bundled bodies. The ...

Name: Lilin Lohsael Gender: male Age: appears mid twenties Description of Appearance and Picture: approx. 6 feet tall, slender build. Has long brown hair he keeps up in a slick ...

The Hunt Has Begun It is winter in the country of Cela Fretamori, a land as fantastic as it is brutal. This frigid time of year, the warring factions of ...

Before my opponent could reply, the owner of the bar announced its closing, prematurely ending our fun. I chuckled and rubbed the back of my head. "Well, my friend. It ...

I barked a laugh. "You're kidding right?" I scoffed as I hobbled to my feet, lowering my injured hand. I bent over to retrieve my discarded weapon, a sly grin ...

I shot a glance at the owner as he approached, wondering vaguely if I'd be taking on another opponent, but then my current rival growled, "Get out of our way." ...

"Go on," my opponent insisted, gesturing to me with his wielded blade. "Make the first move." A soft smile curled my lips as I looked him over: tall, hardened, tired, ...