#chains of fire

Eris chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. "That was not smart, pet." Azriel smirked, undeterred. "You really like to hear yourself talk, don't you?" "Now, now," Eris said, "is this a proper way for a pet to talk to their master?" Azriel leaned in, his lips dangerously close to Eris' face. "The proper way," he whispered, "would be to splatter you in that ring for everyone to see." Eris tightened his grip on the chain around Azriel's neck, cutting off his air supply. "You flatter yourself, pet, if you believe a bastard like you can win against a man like me." Azriel felt the metal around his neck digging into his skin, but he refused to show any sign of weakness. "Go play," Eris hissed, shoving him into the opening of the ring.

Magic always comes at a cost. When you don’t pay it, no magic. It’s as simple as that.

I’ll try and do two of these images a day (technically the day after) as the month goes along. None of these will interfere with my WotD challenge.

Yes! I finished my first short story of Aedrane: History and Tales. This isn’t quite the end but I thought it’d be nice to end with this image. Tomorrow (well, today since I’m queuing this to post the next day), I’ll start the next one :)

Why are emotions so hard!!!

Blood magic and bargaining with the earth. What could possibly go wrong?

It’s Camp NaNoWriMo and these were the first sentences I wrote. Chains of Fire is my first short story of this month and I just finish the first scene (out of three). It;s from Guillem’s pov and he’s not in the best place... obviously.