Metroid-Tamer

Why was it that every time Vasille visited his estate that Victor wasn’t readily available? Having to track him down every time was annoying let alone exhausting. As the Lord of this territory, Victor should be more aware of his own estate and its going ons. For a necromancer Lord and vampire, he wasn’t the easiest man to work with. If he wasn’t a valuable resource then she wouldn’t even bother with him. Here she was again finding him asleep in his chair in his library. An open scroll was draped over his lap and a few books were scattered at his feet. Across the room from him, at his desk, one could see letters he had not yet finished and stopped halfway through. The quill was dry and laying on the table with the ink bottle next to it closed shut. The candles had even been extinguished rather than burnt to the bottom of the wick. He must have grown too tired to finish his work… again. Some small trinkets were there too, but Vasille could guess they were more than trinkets given

Fire Hair Twili “Fire Hair” Twili are twili who exhibit an unnatural kind of hair. Though it mimics fire in how it moves and flares, it is not actually fire-like beyond this. That said, the hair you see is pure energy generated from their bodies and magic. The energy itself is cool to the touch and cannot set fire to their surroundings as it is a manifestation of magic energy. While they aren’t different from other twili aside from looks, these fire hair twili are gifted magic users and have a naturally higher magic pool than other twili. Hair Specifics Like mentioned, the hair of a fire hair twili is pure magic energy and manifests the way it does. This means that, in essence, all fire hair twili are actually bald physically. The energy of the hair can change depending upon multiple factors, but it should never fully extinguish unless upon death. It is in constant motion all their lives shortly after birth to their death, so patterns and shape will always be changing. The only

After what felt like an eternity silence finally settled in. There was no more crying or fussing from the new infant now that she was asleep. It took too long to get the child to calm down, but with her being only two days old it was to be expected. The process of calming the child left her mother exhausted and with little energy herself. More than that, however, the silence was letting the mother's thoughts run a little too much. This wasn't supposed to happen. Having a child was not planned nor desired and yet here she was with one in her arms. Their peoples' time in the galaxy was over and Eshala knew that. Having a child - a Prothean child - seemed more than pointless now. Sure, the Reapers were gone and war was no longer a worry, but the Reapers had already done their damage and there was no coming back from it. This child was one of a kind and would likely only suffer from being of a dead race as she aged. Was it right to even have this child? Eshala couldn't decide what to do.