Category: Bogowl

What now indeed. Calia was angry, frustrated, defeated… he would not listen! He blamed her for everything, and she could not seem to break through his own barriers to get him to see her. To realize she was actually trying. They both wanted to escape, to die, but it wasn’t what they both really wanted…

Morning arrived in its usual, unbothered fashion—golden light creeping through the curtains as if it hadn’t interrupted anyone’s dreams or business. Nova took to it with quiet purpose, gently coaxing her guest—who had thus far behaved with the saintly restraint of a statue—to take advantage of the tub and wash up proper. She hadn’t expected…

No one in the world could be surly and sour around Nova, that was for sure. The woman had such a comforting peace about her, it likely was the better idea for Calia just go and leave it to Nova to be sure Arc stayed in bed and ate something proper. It wouldn’t take more…

The morning light filtered in through the wide-set windows of the tavern, catching dust motes that drifted lazily through the air like tired dancers. The scent of old embers, dried herbs, and spiced mead still lingered faintly, clinging to the worn wooden beams overhead. It was a quiet time—the hush that came after a night…

Come morning there was still no Archimedes and it was starting to irk her just a little. Unsure if it was time for her to be worried or to be pissed off. Did she even have a right to be pissed off! Regardless, she bid goodbye to the man at the bar on her way…

One couldn’t have expected to have found a dark crowned human slumped on the forest floor, her breathing steady but unconscious. The near afternoon light filtered through the towering trees, casting dappled shadows across the young woman’s form. With the crashing sound of ocean waves not too terrible far away, it took one look around…

As morning began to break, he’d open that Arcanum Hollow once more. Pulling out a few things that made travel light and useful for meal prep. His hands, deft and practiced, pulled out a few basic tools—a knife, a small pan. The wildness of the forest was ever present, and he had been taught how…

Said demon had travelled a good portion away. Managing to find himself a stable looking root lifted from one of the grand giants and plunked down there. The redwood roots formed a strange cocoon around him, half sheltering him from the world, half exposing him to the ancient forest that stretched for miles. Arc’s eyes…

Upon the next day, Calia was up at the crack of dawn, taking full advantage of the palace household having spent last evening staying up late drinking and making merry to get done what she needed without running into anyone. Making a quick run to the village to pick up the few items she’d commissioned…

Thank all the gods that the next few days came and went without disaster, mayhem, or further strife. Archimedes seemed to need his time and Calia let him have it. Not without luring him into a new game of catch this magic ball at completely random moments when she did spot him, but it was as far…

“Calia… Princess Calia.” The soft gentle words called up and the mountain princess grunted with the intent to roll and curl herself up in her blankets. Only that roll had her nearly tipping out of her cozy nook, and an empty bottle slipping out of her hands to land down below on the soft ground…

As for the mountain princess whose name seemed to be on the lips of half the kingdom, she was naught but a dead body sprawled in a field. Alright, not dead, though she was imagining herself as so. She’d walked a good distance away from the palace, taking a winding path that led away from…

By the time morning had properly come, he had evaded invading Calia’s space. Staying out and away worked fine. It gave him a chance to meander around the immense palace anyways. Liable to be so practiced at navigating it that he could become a tour guide should the whole demon on a pet leash didn’t…

And so she did. Stayed in that tree until Nysia had come blustering through, for a moment getting distracted by blooming waterfalls of blue blossoms, until she was shouting at Calia to come down to get dressed for dinner. Ignoring Calia’s complaints of GO AWAY and wonderfully done mimic of Arc’s FUCK OFF, until she…

Surprisingly, Calia was fine to leave him to his own thoughts. Not too fussed about needing to fill silence with endless back and forth conversation. Even if she had finally come to the realization that she did prefer having company compared to always being by herself. Traveling with Rhelic had given her a chance to…

Alone at her leisure to do as she pleased. Truly that was one of the better gifts he could have given her. Even if she wasn’t entirely alone, and was still all too aware of the demon basking in the sunlight nearby where no one was going to notice or care about a single gleaming…

As confident as the queen was about the methods of their dungeon and keeping corralled that of a obvious injured demon, Calia had been in fact wise to the reality that the beast would hardly stay there! Only long enough that one’s form could have been dumped and to listen to the conversation flipping back…

Managing to arrange hair back into a state that wasn’t bordering on crazed wildling having just recently run through the woods with not a care in mind, summoning mother back to the Queen’s court was both easy and unnerving. Although she hadn’t come alone. Something he had wished she would have. To spare Liriel or…

Calia was full on into her brooding as Nysia led her through halls, chattering away about all the different paintings and pieces of arts they crossed. Of what each room was for, whether they were guest suites, cozy dens, a library, and other things she really wasn’t listening too. Trying to figure out what it…

Smoothing lapels down as eyes flickered to that of the drow woman, her hands busying themselves with adjusting the bridle that had been placed upon the black horses features. Nervously glancing around considering the fact that Rhelic had expressed this morning that they and Calia had gone out to mingle amongst the masses. Save that…

Once the prince had made it clear after dinner that he was intending to retire as there were still things he had to manage in the form of duties, they were given the verbal allowance to freely pass through the home. To the outside even in which she was personally a fan of. Removing the…

They rose early. Long before the means of the breaking of sun over the horizon. The forest still bathed in a pale twilight of mist and towering timbers cradling them amongst its hold. Offering a frail sense of security while the means of tasks had been promptly doled out to each separate accompaniment of soles.…

Thankfully they made good progress till the river. Where she had expressed there had been a troupe stationed there and they’d skirt around for a low spot in the current to cross. But nothing could have prepared them properly for the sight that greeted. Especially when said sight was giving them a hello in the…

With her journey to begin again – this time with company – once Calia had finished a quick breakfast she made sure to wash up well. Braiding up ebony hair in it’s usual circlet to keep it out of her way, and donning some fresh clothes for travel. Leaving the metal pieces of her armor…

The elven state at least didn’t appear to be beset by that of anything in the name of demonic influence. Granted, most of its existence seemed to be generally calm. Nothing too wild or obviously out of whack that would have warranted a stronger reaction of uncertainty or preemptive need to protect and watch! A…

In the dark, in a swirl of strong heated and throbbing discomfort, time meant little. At least it had for a long while. Till he was prickling at ears to the sound of something approaching. Pulling himself out of whatever sweat slogged delirium was happily making his body its playground, to listen. Eventually forcing his will…

There was a benefit to being rather old and having enough experience in the means of bestiary knowledge to know when it was best to keep moving on and when it was wise to fight. In that of personal case, there was no reason to fight. At least not currently. Nothing thus far in the…

Calia rode on at a good healthy speed, following the trail of the escaping villagers, inwardly glad that they’d listened about riding for as long and hard as they could. The more distance they got from the capitol the better as Calia doubted Derrick would’ve left demons sporadically dropped all over the kingdom. Because there…

There was no real telling for him to know exactly where he was. Only that there was a small little village that seemed to have a few standing houses and a healthy dose of caution considering they had heard what had befell that of their capital. Leaving prickling ears to be rather alert to the commentary, though…

The fire had burned brightly for a long majority of the night. As expected from a bar soaked with drink and horse dung from the stables attached. By the time the break of light properly sought over the horizon, it was barely a structure of crispy timbers. Smoulder with low crackling of flame licking deep…

I should be dead. What an odd first thought to pop into one’s mind upon waking. Princess Calia’s second thought wasn’t any better. Why am I not dead? Not having the courage yet to open her eyes, Calia listened to the eerie silence. For eerie it truly was, as when was a castle and capital village…