Remembering Rosalina

Danté winces as a twig snaps beneath his foot; he stops moving and listens. Nothing. Just the wind in the trees. This part of the forest is bright; most of the trees being young and therefore unable to create the shadowed canopy found further in. He peers carefully around before beginning once again – this... Continue Reading →

That Efrit bastard

The scent of perfume clashes with the stench of ale as Danté opens the door to the bordello’s bedroom. “Right this way madam.” Danté’s Efrit accent is a little slurred. His companion, a lithe human named Clara, smiles, “You was gonna show me more of them tricks, weren’cha.” “My dear, I will. But I need... Continue Reading →

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