Recent content by Avashka

Anthiel was a creature of war. Too inhuman to blend into society by any means, it was dispatched to Geneva less as a diplomat, spy, or similar agent, and more as 'assurance' in the event that things went wrong. Things usually go wrong, so something so capable as it would be well-placed...

Anthiel had disappeared during the battle at the gulag, having pressed forward in a bid to stave off the majority of clone forces from its wounded comrades and the fleeing Rena and Kin. Since then, visual contact had been lost. However, Anthiel remained. It was an hour after the others...

The screech of talons on concrete, gunfire panging off metal, and the wet sound of flesh tearing heralded Anthiel's rush toward Hadrian and Kishima's location, carving a crimson path on the way. Anthiel ran, nearly vertically, down the wall to take position next to Kishima and Hadrian...

Anthiel was in a strange spot. Being a large target, Anthiel was sure it would be easily picked out in the mayhem caused of the attack. But its white carapace blended well with the snow, a blinding glint amongst a thousand blinding glints. The attack was well underway when Anthiel skidded...

Anthiel was silent for some time as the initial stages of the plan were discussed before speaking up. "We are specialized into a close-combat role. Would it be fair to assume that we will be in the vanguard?" Anthiel paused a moment, before continuing, "We are also presently unarmed. Most...

Verkhoyanks, Russia. The lively bar atmosphere remained unmarred by the presence of the fearsome porcelain statue, like some mythic angel or demon, standing tall in the corner opposite the bar. By its posing, as if holding up the roof, one would think it some kind of decorative statuary. The...

Anthem--Anthiel?--had little need for sleep and few effects. It turned and trod off, heading for its designated quarters, where it would remain statuelike until called to service.

The Anthem-thing swiveled slightly to regard Kishima, eyes a faint luminous blue through the narrow openings in its mask. Or was it its face? "We are Anthiel." It left it as that, as nearby a bit of a tussle seemed to be forming. It regarded the little showdown between Phaedra and...

Anthem was stock-still and silent since the knighting ceremony, even as his--its--companions began socializing. That was not something Anthem was well-suited to anymore. Nonetheless, it could try. It rose, eerily graceful, to its betaloned feet and folded its useless wings behind its back...

The Anthem creature, still kneeling, was seemingly unmoved by Silas' display, but that may have simply been its artificial stiffness in spite of such a finely shaped form. "I swear, by the Light," it said, in sibilant voice, pitch shifting between Anthem's tenor and Selenda'an's own sultry...

The eerie porcelain creature that was Anthem and Seleda'an advanced at Silas' beckoning, intricate talons clicking on the stone flooor before it folded its body down to kneel on a slender knee. The skeletal white wings, useless but perhaps as weapons, unfurled briefly before sliding silently...

And that's right about when Anthem entered. The towering porcelain creature entered the great hall with eerie grace. So neatly melded with Seleda'an, it was difficult to say which addressed the group. "We are here as summoned." Its voice was melodic, with both Anthem's smooth, musical...

Anthem was a weapon. He had little doubts of this. The Guardians who took him in treated him less as an Initiate and more as the weapon he was Remade to be. After all, what good was an Initiate with no magical power? A foot soldier, a pawn. Proof against some of the arcane horrors of the...

I feel a need to write some kind of prologue thing for Anthem but I'll be damned if I have any idea what it should be.