To take to learning a craft as powerful as the one that creates life is such a wonderful thing.

Yalin swayed a locket in between his fingers in motions like grass blessed by the morning dew, and sea buckthorns sprouted one by one from their little stems. He rested the same locket upon his altar before midnight, and the next day, a small peony blossomed through the cracks in the wood beneath it, ...

‘Has Karina been fed?’

Hamae nods at the mention of the others’ horse, freakishly similar to him in more ways than one; long white hair, piercing red eyes, loud and agonisingly lazy on the road. Hamae thinks Kayaras would sulk alone for months if they were ever separated. To find such a horse is incredibly rare bad luck alone, considering a horses nature is to run, and even more so since she is ...

There was another laboured breath, unsure now, before he leaned back to his seat. His arms clutched tightly to his stomach in painful discomfort and the action took another shaky groan with it.

Without much will to do anything else, Hamae remained still where he was, chest rising up and down unnaturally shallow and caught between the occasional gasps that sounded oddly quiet.

Moonlight rested i...

Hark, the light

It will bring its body in plight

Take the forgings of misery,

Of guilt,

And of madness with its flight

Coos in her ears,

‘With the love of years,

Wed but still full of fears,

What he, the tyrant hears,

Silent to you,

Hidden with the corrupted’

So that she, the demons lady

Will be driven like a restless maiden

She talks,

Talks when dark it is outside

And to no post, she is tied

No...

Striding in a little less elegance than he usually would uphold, (though his lengthy robes made him no less so) Hamae reached a small stream of water and came to no quick halt, rising off of one foot to come over it.

‘Had I known you were in such good shape, my lord, id have invited you to sparr with me much sooner.’

Kayaras followed from behind at a similar pace, but didn’t struggle in the sli...

He’d been lying before, by truthfully, and shamelessly, his heart had waivered and knelt to ignore every single law he’d known since birth at the cost of kayaras’ reciprocate feelings. When this began, he did not know. All he knew at that point was a fatal disease within his head that would not cease its torture until something was done about it.

Any normal outsider would call this love, or some...

Seran, beloved leader and graceful daughter of the satian empire, one inspired by the wonders of the common folks love and admiration toward a great emperor, hoping one day, she would be empress, too. the goal was so very close; in reach, within sight. The final act before her reign would be her fathers, lying upon his bed and slowly drifting off into endless rest with his hands on his stomach.

T...

oh, marea

how many stars were you to count until you could lie peacefully underneath your grave? could i have possibly saved your grace and watched over you from above, rather than carve myself onto your stone and stain it of my wail for as long as it holds me together? if i span my wings over you, rotting underneath the ground; i could have saved you from all meteors and strikes of lightning, but...

kayaras was the warmest shade of pink, welcoming tint of peony and dawn which so heartlessly spread itself across every feature.

dusk was not too far away, and it was winter.

night would reach the balcony rails on which he rested his head and though it did not have arms, it rooted and nestled between his pores until the sun was to rise again.

still for a long while, he leant his face back gently ...

particular notices, stamped and plastered all over the walls of satia like a hungry man’s den silently weeping for more. this one wasn’t alive anymore, however, despite all of the phantoms roaming it’s hollow roofing. they create wind- rotten, musky wind. it’s no wonder the archaeologists of this day don’t dare step foot near these tall ruins.

perhaps it’s just kayaras’ wondrous imagination, or ...