Profile Voxi-067: Asmira

Asmira shivered as she watched the fog descend upon the forest of Fayewood, blotting out the perpetual darkness in favor of something a little more sinister, reflecting the light of the moon in strange, eerie ways. She had a sudden sense that her light magic would do her no good, not here. She cursed herself for her complacency in allowing night to fall without noticing—by now, all of Kyvalore was aware of what stalked the forests, and despite numerous attempts to subdue Sahmaron, all had f...

"You know," said Sati as she carefully locked the door to her home. "I haven't left Vitrun in a very long time." Asmira paused, ears flattening against her skull in anxiety. "You don't have to come with—" "I didn't say it was a bad thing," Sati interrupted calmly, letting Dusk wrap himself around one of her horns, as was customary. "It was just an observation." Asmira's ears relaxed a little as she gave Sati a sheepish look. "Sorry. Did I thank you yet?" Sati lau...

Dusk looped through the night sky, chasing the ball of light like a moth to a flame as Asmira laughed, light as air. Sati, a dark shadow with her wings wrapped around her, smiled at the joy in Asmira's laugh, something she knew the voxibell had struggled to find for so long—not that anyone could blame her. For someone who had gone through what she had, at such a young age, she was startlingly resilient, even if she didn't believe it herself. Sati didn't know if she would have been able to c...

It has been months since Asmira last saw Modeous, months since she breathed in the stale, almost fetid air of the Letan ruins. Months since she had found—and lost—the creature there, the beast twisted by mana into something that it was not, haunted and strange, a monster not of its own making. She could sense the tangled threads of mana that held it captive, and her heart aches to think of them, even now. She remembers hunting, and being hunted, galvanized by fear as the thing chased her ...