Riven Wight

Northwood Academy

@kittyluna45@Kirah

Awesome sauce about the post! If you guys would still be up for a collab including Zay (or, heck, maybe getting a document started to work on as we can, if we can't find a free day in common), let me know!

So, how are you?

The Collector (2) [Closed]

With the girl freed, Faira stepped back, watching for any sign she might attack. Lusso, she had heard Marianne call her.
Pity flashed through Faira’s eyes at the painful-looking marks on Lusso’s skin. When she went to lean against the wall, Faira took a good look at her. She appeared around her age, her crimson gaze a bit unnerving, but not in the same way as Marianne’s single visible one. She subconsciously took a half step to place a bit more distance between her and Marianne.
“I’m Faira,” she answered Lusso’s question, lowering the tip of the sword to the floor. She shouted and cringed away when the bird flew from the fireplace beside her to Lusso. She inhaled at the four eyes on the bird’s face that matched Lusso’s, not just two.
“Well,” Soren said, sauntering over to the girl. Or, rather, the bird. “Aren’t you a pretty bird!” He bent, hinged at the waist with one hand on his back, and reached out to stroke the raven’s inky feathers with the other.
Nikolai followed after him, his lips tight and eyes narrowed in irritation at his twin. He looked over when Scarlet peaked out the door, his face twisting in a disapproving scowl as he readied to fight off the army of bubbly bugs. But none came.
Faira gave a relieved sigh at Scarlet’s declaration, and went to one of the armchairs. She looked it over first, debating on whether or not she wanted to risk sitting in any furniture in this place. With the way the day had been going, its cushions might try to consume her. Instead, she opted for the floor beside it and leaned against the chair’s side, resting her head on the bulge of the arm.

Northwood Academy

Missing you guys!

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

“Oh,” Victoria said to Illyad’s explanation.
She watched him pour the tea, then took the mug with a soft, “Thanks,” directed to both him and Alex. She sat the phone on a drawer chest with multiple small drawers beside her, a line of opaque canisters with wooden spoons situated on its top. She gripped the mug in both hands, letting the heat of the steaming liquid inside warm her palms.
“If I don’t get a chance to get a new one, though,” she began, looking into the liquid’s pleasant shade of light gold, “we’ll need some way of contacting you, won’t we?”
We. It felt odd using that plural now to included supernaturals.

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria stared at Alex for a moment, then blinked before looking to the floor tiles. “You can do that? Track all supernaturals in the area? How?”
All the supernaturals. From dealing with four, to an indefinite number. Fantastic plan. She exhaled slowly, unsure if she liked the idea of knowing where they all were and how many lurked around the town, or loathed it. A large part of her didn't want to know how many of her neighbors and classmates were supernaturals.
But a lot of them are "new age," she reminded herself.
She glanced to Illyad as he offered her tea, her look questioning as he scowled at Alex. She hesitated before answering, the overly suspicious voice ever nagging at the back of her mind warning her against it.
“Sure,” she said slowly. “Thanks.” Remembering the phone in her hand, she took a step closer to Alex and handed it to him. “Do you mind if my aunt calls your number back? She’s going to sort things out on her end, but needs a way to contact me.”

Of Men and Elves (Siaya-Dragalorn x AutumnFrost)

Ryathane paused and glanced to Aeylisia as he noticed her scowl. “Okay, if you don’t like rabbit, then maybe a deer?” he offered lightly, continuing with his work. “Unless you’re a opossum kind of elf she-wolf.” He quickly finished off the shortest of the gashes from the beast’s claws, rethreaded the needle to be sure he would have enough length, and went on to the next.
He spared her another wary glance at the short silence that followed her scowl, before she finally answered him. He faltered in his work once more and looked toward her face at the first part of her explanation, her features lean and beautiful even shrouded in indignation and the shadows of the night. So, the elves did know they were being hunted. At the reminder of the it, Ryathane resisted the urge to glance to the pouch at his waist where one of the wanted posters was crumpled up inside. How many of those things had the king put up, and how far out from the royal city did they spread?
Ryathane’s back stiffened and he squared his jaw as she continued, speaking of the slaying of those “attacking the forest.”
And there, he thought darkly, we have a glimpse into the brutality depicted in the stories. At least it served as a good reminder to not grow careless and drop his guard around Aeylisia, no matter how many of the human-spun rules of her kind she may have broken so far. He made a mental note to head north once he finished his business in the town to validate the elf’s claims. Though, if truth be told, he would not be surprised to find destruction of the woods by human hands. After all, until he met Aeylisia, he had thought the fables of elves to have been little more than a manifestation of man’s own desire to destroy for the sake of bloodlust, expansion, and personal gain.
A rustling in the canopy above made the leaves sway and shadows around the two dance to the quivering tune. Ryathane’s gaze shot upward and he instinctively reached for his bow and an arrow from his quiver, just in case, before he remembered the sorry state of the weapon. He immediately shifted his grip to the hilt of his short sword.
He let out an irritated growled sigh as a couple bats dove from the treetops. They chased each other through the air, then disappeared into the darkness creeping around his proclaimed campsite. At least they would keep the bugs away for a while. He turned his attention back to Aeylisia’s wound and words.
“And that’s the story of how we met,” he said, a slight harsh edge in his voice despite his attempt at exaggerated cheerfulness. “This is the stuff of legends, here. I’m almost done,” he assured her as he neared the end of the second laceration. “Any idea where your ‘intruders’ came from?”

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

No joke there. Everything on that front has been nothing shy of insanity.

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

Sounds quite fancy! You like the politician scene, then, I take it?

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria typed in the number for her aunt, and paused with her thumb over the call button. She took a couple breaths, getting the story she would tell straight and making sure she would sound as normal as possible. The last thing she wanted to do was arouse any kind of suspicion.
As confident as she could be about the matter, she put the call through and brought the phone to her ear.
It rang a few times, and for a moment she thought, to her relief, it would go to voicemail.
“Hello?” her aunt’s light, airy voice came through the speaker, making Victoria’s shoulders slump.
“Hey, Aunt Cass. It’s me.” She gave a small smile, hoping the action would echo in her voice.
“Vic!” Aunt Cass’ exclaimed in her overly cheerful way. “It’s good to hear from you. I tried to call earlier to see how classes went, but I only got your voicemail.”
“Yeah, I sort of lost my phone.” And my wallet. And my purse, she added silently with a scowl. If she lived through the next couple days, rebuilding the collection of various cards in her wallet was going to be a pain.
There was a short pause, and Victoria imagined her aunt raising her well-groomed eyebrows.
“I don’t think you’ve ever lost a phone in your life!”
“I figured Uncle Frank had that covered for all of us.” A genuine small smile pulled at the corner of her lips.
Aunt Cass laughed. “How in the world did you manage to lose it?”
Victoria took a deep breath. “I ended up going out with a couple people I met, and accidentally left it somewhere,” she said carefully, hoping her aunt would not notice the slight raise in pitch in her voice, or the hint of fear and venom she could not repress when she said ‘people.’ “No one turned it into lost-and-found.”
“You’re making friends?” Victoria frowned irritably at the shock and excitement in Aunt Cass’ voice. If she only knew who she had called ‘friends.’ “And on your first day! That’s great, honey! I’ll call Verizon and get things sorted out. Can I call this number back when I have that settled?”
“I’ll have to check with Alex.”
“Just text me if there’s a problem, then.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“No problem. I’ll talk to you later, hon! Love you! Oh, and tell Alex hello for me.”
“You too. Will do. Bye.” With a relieved sigh, Victoria ended the call. She placed the phone on the carpet beside her and bent over, placing her head in her hands.
She was accustomed to telling half-truths and withholding certain bits of information from them, but she always tried to do so as little as possible. And she had the feeling that this would be the first in a long chain of lies she would be telling them, even if the story of her phone was still a redacted truth.
After a moment, she straightened, picked up the phone, and went to the kitchen, where the pleasant herbal scent of tea lingered in the air. Not wanting to interrupt any conversation, she paused in the doorway.

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

“Safe” and “helpful.” Two of Victoria’s favorite words at the moment. She instinctively flinched back when Alex handed her his phone, her heart beating a little quicker. She returned his smile with one between wary and apologetic.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.” She sat cross-legged, took the phone, and opened the dial pad, thankful that her guardians’ numbers were ones she had had the foresight of memorizing. Not that she had many numbers in her phone anymore to even need to memorize. “I shouldn’t be too long.” She gestured to the phone with a flick of her wrist. There isn’t much I can tell them, she added to herself dismally.