Raphir's golden eyes tore from Elliot to Gareth as the man frantically asked him question after question. A stern, look washed over his sharp features as he thought about how quickly he had been written off just moments before.
"A man in charge who writes off those he places in his army is...
"Then why are you here if not for vengeance. There must be reasoning behind you coming here and risking your life." Elliot said.
"Could hazard a guess." Gareth retorted, eyeing the elf, who in turn gave him a cutting glance.
"Do not mistake my intentions," Raphir drew his gaze back to...
Ryic looked above as the crow circled and cawed in almost a taunting way. He glowered and set his jaw at the irritant when he noticed something strange. A glimmer of colour, only for a moment and when he narrowed his eyes to get a better look it flew away.
Ryic expelled a tired breath and...
"Another one?" Raphir could hear a deep voice inside, weary yet commanding. "Why do all the elves seem to think themselves higher. And privileged enough to see the commander." His pride stung at the loose words the voice spoke. "I'll be right out and have a look at him."
Suddenly a large...
Sunlight filtered through the trees and birds chirped as they fluttered overhead in the early-morning fog. The air was cool and light was still brushing gently over the forest in calm golden streams as Raphir broke the crest of a small hill at the edge of the woods. He breathed in, the crisp...
One of my characters from another rp site.
Character from a story I'm writing.
Doodle.
Painting.
Caution - boobies. Fairy
When I used to work for a clothing company I doodled the sale sign.
Sketchbook doodle.
Photos, painting.
Okay, a bit of a work in progress. Just let me know if anything needs to be adjusted or changed. :]
Name: Raphir Stonefield
Species: Elf
Role: Rebel
Age: 27
Gender: Male
For the king or against: Against.
No one likes to see their race, their way of life or their brothers in...
"Once you've done this, lad, your debt will be erased."
Ryic pulled the cinches tight on the worn out saddle of his peppered grey steed, his eyes dull as he thought of the conversation from the previous days.
"I would have been better off dead, Saol."
"Oh, come now, that's no way to speak...
Screams echoed through the clear night air, over the trees of the Veiled Forest seeming to be projected at the village. The sound sent shivers through the guards, their armor quivering as their bodies trembled in fear. They dared not enter those woods, but would dutifully defend their village...
I just meant if there were currently more super than human, I would level it out, unless it's even, in which I will gladly shut up and start doodling up my characters.
I, admittedly, was being lazy in reading some of the in between posts.