Maya HazenriName: Maya Hazenri
Quote: "Writers write because more often then not the world they create is much friendlier then the world they live in."
Appearance: Maya is tall and willowy, standing at a lofty height of 6'4" with long limbs and ample curves. Her hair falls in a black curtain to her thighs when it is all the way down, but she usually holds it back with a silver clasp just below her shoulder blades that is in the shape of a Celtic knot. She allows a few of the longer strands to fall into her dark green eyes, which are also shadowed by her side swept bangs. Her clothing if often thought of as eccentric among locals and travelers both, and she seems to have a new one almost everyday. She has fallen into the habit of wearing long robes with wide, flowing sleeves more recently.
Personality: Maya always seems to have energy, almost as if she has a store of it hidden somewhere. She is rarely seen standing in one place at a time, unless she is watching someone perform so
2. LoveWanna see who you are,
Every inch, every scar.
I loved her. That much was certain. Nothing could dispute how much I yearned to have her. Her grace, her beauty, her kindness. I yearned to possess her. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone, yet I was forced to watch her from a distance, of sorts. We had been friends for two years, forced together in class to escape from the insanity that were the other students. Art class was wild and unpredictable, and only our table was an island of calm. Our bond grew from that necessary friendship, but never really evolved into love. Well, not for her. I however, was trapped.
From your head to your toes,
I would be there.
From your bed to your clothes,
I'm in the air.
At that point, my secret was still new. I had only just discovered it. It was like a bruise, painful to the touch, and yet the urge to touch it was impossible to resist. I dove into it and explored the new paths that it opened for me. With its realization, a weight was li
The Vandaas VIChapter Six: Femme
Naturally, Colette followed. She was under Fionnbharra's complete control. Iriel ran until she hit a dead end, her mind spinning. She tried to find a way, any way, to counteract the hold that the King had on Colette's mind. But all she could grasp was the undeniable fact that there was no way to do it. The spell was one of her own, and she knew it like the back of her hand. The thought of trying to use Rhiannon's power came fleetingly into her mind, but she knew that would be too dangerous. She didn't know yet how to use them, and there was always the possibility that it wouldn't even work.
In front of her was a high cliff that spilled over into a field of flat rocks, and everything else in the surrounding area was dense forest, save for the road that she had followed to get here. And Colette blocked that exit. Her eyes were still dull, and practically dead to the world, but they locked onto Iriel. Her target.
Why the King had turned on her was a mystery. But the fac
The Vandaas VChapter Five: Betrayal and Rebirth
Again. It happened again. Iriel almost couldn't believe her eyes.
But she knew better than to disbelieve. Too much had been shoved on her in the hundred years she had been living. Too much pain. Too much sorrow. So many sacrifices she couldn't begin to name them all. Her life was one long river of suffering and battles, with only a few small islands of happiness. Colette was the last one. And now even she was gone.
Besides, Tsuna was already dead. She had to be, trapped underground with the Gwyllgi. What did it matter to her that Tsuna's entire town was in ruins?
Iriel picked her way over the rubble of the fallen houses and crushed bodies, trying not to look around. Her vision was locked onto the one building left standing in the town. The Beasts Cavern. The once beautiful sign was slashed, marked with an x and left to hang from one dull chain. Dark stains marked the front wall, ashes from fires that must have burned here and blood from the villagers
The Vandaas IVChapter Four: King Fionnbharra
Calyuun, the town where Tsuna lived, was located far to the west, in the country of Zandu. Shivanu, where Iriel and her Agrazi were headed, was the Northern Country, where snow and ice was the constant season. They travelled swiftly, not wanting to waste time where they could be fighting back against the tide that had so recently turned on them. The weather grew gradually colder, and the group had to stop to acquire warmer clothing, easier now that their numbers had dwindled to four.
It was four days travel by foot to reach Shivanu, and an additional three days the reach the village of Rhiain that Tsuna has spoken of. Even for Iriel and the Agrazi, whose bodies could withstand extreme temperatures, travel in this frigid land was hard. The wind was constant, blowing shard of ice against their bodies, some sharp enough to slice through clothing and skin alike. Even their masks were getting chipped and cut, but they didn't dare to take them off for fear of t