M. A. Mehan
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"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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Red Sails
Oda landed silently on the wooden deck. She flicked her hood back and grinned at her companions, who landed beside her in varying degrees of grace. Blank rode the wind like a goddess, lavender hair flowing and boots impacting the deck with magical ease. Ides stumbled heavily behind her, but kept his feet. Oda turned to see Rue getting hauled over the rail like a fish, clinging to Guy’s metal arm. The half-elf looked worried… and soaked. Oda skipped a few steps back, not wanting to get seawater in her fur.
By M. A. Mehan 9 months ago in Chapters
Sneak Thieves
At the top of the ornate temple stairs, thick-carpeted hallways branched off in opposite directions, and Ides veered right. He hadn’t seen anyone turn that way in a while, but his attention had been diverted for a decent length of time. Treading with intentionality, he followed the hallway as it unrolled before him in the dim yellow torchlight. Up ahead and closer to the wall, he caught sight of pawprints in the carpet. It was Oda, and as silent as she was, the prints appeared as if by magic. But if she was leaving marks on the carpet… He glanced over his shoulder. Deep imprints followed his progress. Great. He had seen no other leonins thus far in Gullwing, his prints would be hard to miss. But that was a problem for later. They were coming to a set of towering double doors.
By M. A. Mehan 10 months ago in Chapters
Scatterbrained
With a pop, Oda appeared in the middle of a big room packed full of people. She was wearing the ring she’d pilfered from Sheverash, and judging by the lack of reaction from those around her, she’d guessed correctly that it was enchanted with invisibility.
By M. A. Mehan 11 months ago in Chapters
Revolutionary Love
My Love, How bittersweet it is to pick up the pen. I rejoice that we have this small thread to keep us together, but it is a very thin thread indeed. I miss you dearly, and wish you were here for the wonderful news. Our son is walking! He, on his unsteady little feet, held my hand and we walked down the lane to watch the regiments pass. Are you not the proudest papa? My heart is full to bursting as I watch him grow. His sisters too are well and are always moving, it is a fight for them to sit still. If they were to run to the farthest snow drifts of the north to the hottest islands of the south and back again, they would still have the breath to beg me for sweets after supper. At the very least they sleep throughout the night again. The steady gunfire over the past months has kept them up. But even restless nights have not slowed the pace of their chatter.
By M. A. Mehan 11 months ago in History
