#stcyclive

[obliteranis-blog]

@stcyclive​ - x

The Feywild was a miserable place, and this piece of it just as miserable than the last. Clawing and clinging to life.. or un-life.. wasn’t meant to expose her to these.. pointless trials.

      “I have no time for your games, fey,” hissed the ‘woman’ as she stared around the Archfey. She was beyond fear. Death clung to her like a well-loved shawl, like a desperate lover. “You will see how ‘idle’ my threats truly are if you stand in my way.”

The Feywild was a prime location for what she sought. Though she had managed to cling to life with her necrotic prowess - her slewn body mending itself together back in the murk of her lair - she still lacked the proper method to purge her curse. Her old plan.. well, it would not work, now. If anyone had the knowledge to aid her now, it’d be those that dwelled deep within the Feywild. She had no time to allow this trickster to play with her.

[bloodonthebarrel-blog]

 starter for @stcyclive​ | Kima

     It seems like, despite how Whitestone is very much his hometown, Percy doesn’t really find the time or motivation to go out and about within it very often. When he does now, he isn’t all that sure about where he’s actually going. Perhaps that’s what makes it so easy for him to pause and stop upon noticing a rather small figure hounding what appears to be some troops in training.      “Kima?” Kashaw must be busy, he thinks. Either that of Kima just got bored with the town and decided to do something productive in terrorizing the troops. “Good god, don’t break them before they even see battle.”