nat-grim

“Can you read it?” The little girl placed on a face of pure concentration as she studied the letters. She frowned as she calculated what each letter sound was, and attempting to remember what they were. “Vi… oh.. lay… ters… will… be… puh… un… ished.” Aile carefully informed him, her tone fluctuating at the harder syllables. Over-1 raised an eyebrow. They're leeching information off each other, Over-1 found himself marveling in thought, I knew it was happening, but seeing the results first hand is… off putting.   “Are you a violator?” he then said to her, j

There was silence in the darkening sky, broken only by the sound of the wind rushing past, and the dull, rhythmic sound of wingbeats. A faint groan, and Kirche stirred, copper eyes slowly flickering open.  As her senses returned to her, the Germanian mage became aware of her surroundings. She lay half sitting, half lying, against a rough, scaled surface, the ripple of powerful muscles beneath quickly confirming it as the source of the wingbeats. Grunting, she slowly pushed herself upright, looking around blearily as the scenery resolved itself into something recognizable. “Silpheed?” A low 'kyuui!' was the only response, the b