Phovos

“Attention, Decaylings!” Retvik, Litvir and Arkadin all straightened themselves out as they entered Itaviir’s rather luxurious office, having been led in by the two other Decay Lords, Galyn and Vikalos. “What is going on?” Litvir immediately asked, more curious than anything else about this sudden activity from the much larger, much slower beings. His curiosity … Read more

“I am sorry, Arkay.” “Why are you apologising?” This was not the first time that one of Arkadin’s responses had caught Retvik off guard. But this moment was different. Retvik had been almost certain that Arkadin was (somewhat rightly) angry at him, and for Arkadin to throw his apology back at him didn’t make much … Read more

“They let you out already?” Litvir didn’t mean to sound so surprised, but considering what he had seen just the other day, he did genuinely think that he wouldn’t be seeing Arkadin for a while. Arkadin had just entered the room, looking like… well, not like nothing had happened, but he wasn’t covered in blood. … Read more

“You didn’t do anything to help me.” Kairos gently closed the door behind him as he brought in a tray of chocolates and roses. He didn’t want to get into an argument, but it was clear that Seimeni, still covered in bandages, wanted a fight. “You didn’t listen to my warnings. But I don’t want … Read more

“Sorry…” “What for?” There was still blood caked across Arkadin’s claws. Not his own blood, that of the being he had attacked not too long ago. As it had dried, the blood had turned silvery in colour, almost metallic in texture. After what Arkadin had done, he’d expected to wake up in a cage, chained … Read more

Out of the three Decaylings, Seimeni never thought the small, yellow one would be the one to try and brutally kill her. And not just with standard Decayling abilities either. Arkadin was attacking Seimeni with tooth and claw, violently attempting to rip out Seimeni’s throat. At first, both Decayling and Decay Lord had simply observed. … Read more

Seimeni expected the door to slam shut behind her. When it quietly closed, clicking into place, Seimeni grew suspicious. She knew that the Decay Lord in the room with her were angry, but it was that strange, calm anger that made her worried. “Sit down.” Seimeni did as she was asked. She knew Vikalos was … Read more

The Thantir Two was rather quiet. Quieter than normal. The three captains of the ship had demanded that everyone remain calm for an undetermined about of time, while they did some sensitive work. Whatever work that was, no one was sure, but the three Decaylings on board didn’t mind too much, as this gave them … Read more

“Hey…” The little voice echoed underneath the door. Retvik sat up, noticing the flickering of beings standing outside. The gap between door and floor was miniscule, but enough light poured in from outside for him to be able to guess who was out there, even before they knocked. Wanting to be interrupted on his own … Read more

“Why does it feel like everyone is tails deep in someone else?” Litvir rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head. While his initial impressions of being a (somewhat highly ranked) Decayling had been mostly good so far, now he was in a much smaller group, his own strange, godly abilities seemed to have become … Read more

“Welcome aboard the Thantir Two.” Itaviir looked somewhat proud of himself, standing in the centre of the main hub room in front of his crew. By his side were his vice-captains, Vikalos and Galyn. Before him were Decay Lady Seimeni, Time Drake Kairos and three Decaylings: Arkadin, Retvik and Litvir. All of them seemed quite … Read more

“What do you mean, no?” Itaviir was dumbfounded. Out of all the Decay Lords he expected to not accept his invitation, Saahro, the Murdragon, was one of the last beings he thought would say no. “Well, uh, I mean no.” “You want to go back to Deathven?” “Yeah.” “You do not want to go adventuring … Read more