Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Four

Cold sunlight filtered into the corridor beyond the bars of the cell Imfay awoke in, heavily ladened with bruises. He shot a malign grimace at the rays he could barely glimpse from the rough, rocky floor of his prison. There was a pang of misery commemorating his failure, competing with the sweetness of that silver […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Three

There was no need to stand in their way. Maxinimus wasn’t just confident that they would fail; he had an absolute certainty. With nearly all but the serfs and servants taken by wayward spirits, there was no doubt the three elk would be caught and strung up before midnight. He didn’t want them to perish, […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Two

Another clang of the finger cymbals looped on Miriam’s paw grated all the more on Imfay’s nerves as he awaited her husband’s judgment. It seemed to him as though Maxinimus were stalling for no good cause. After all, were his lands to become overrun by this scourge, it would be of no benefit to the […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-One

Violently, flashing in and out like a fierce lightning storm peaking through gaps in the bruised and cloudy sky, Sirian’s vision was flickering two very different scenes before her. Though her feet kept moving, lamely struggling down the poorly laid path leading away from the cathedral, she felt another emotion entirely as her mind cast […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Twenty-Eight

The task had perhaps been hopeless from the beginning and the prospects presented to her no better even with the alleged help from an inside party, yet still, Sirian was reluctant to agree to Kovarlin’s terms. He had his points; Shi’Karil would be dead in moments weather or not Sirian showed her muzzle, there was […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Eleven

If the tumult that Sirian had left when entering the tent had been chaotic, what she returned to after her very brief conversation was bedlam, utter anarchy. More bodies and blood were scattered and splattered across the scene, with many more half-picked dry while others were stacked into loose mounds of a sort. Somewhere along […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Ten

A daunting legion stood at the northern end of the camp as Sirian and her wolves penetrated the perimeter. They were a sight that none of them would forget and one that those among the wagons had clear not either. The whole lot of them were bestial, if that so commonplace word could even begin […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Six

Despite the twisting of ill magic happening just before them, Shi’Karil attempted to carry out the still half-finished spell. The cleansing fire still could work, she hoped; after all, it was what drove the depraved spirit out of dead flesh. Sirian tensed as the blood consolidated and began to form a dome in the center […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Two

Sirian stretched longingly towards the sun, the warming golden rays cascading down and soaking into her fur, reawakening more than just her dormant mind. It wasn’t quite so easy to feel nurtured and nourished by the heat with pale, ashen clouds slowly swamping the sky, but little else could be expected in early Winter. In […]

Of Mortals- Chapter One

The sound of wet, ripping canvas echoed across the snowed encased land as the almost ethereal ebony blades tore into and through fur and flesh. There were others that had poured into the campsite like a flood, but the cougar could not call them genuine friends. To have been freed once more on a pact […]