TW for talk of murder, near death

Rifa: Greek/Italian(haven’t decided) and with Brazilian

Theo: Indian

Marnie: Thai and British

Quill: Afro-Pakistani

Emberleigh: Polish

Ivan: Russian and Mongolian(still in works)

Gavran: Japanese and Dutch

Maura: Japanese and Filipina

Lucas: African American

Language guide under cut

”but their lore isn’t even complete yet-“ shhhhhhhhhhhh 🤫

Rifa

Here on an athletics scholarship for Track(cross country + long jump) and rock climbing

Majoring in criminal justice

Roommates with Maura only because she doesn’t make Rifa pay rent, but in exchange she is forced to go to every party imaginable

Used to be on track for Olympic rock climbing, but an injury made her cripple her arm almost to the point of needing a prosthetic. She is going through intense physical therapy and is really depressed because she can never climb again

Both Horizon and she were adopted and they are each other’s emergency contact

Rifa: Jokes on you I’m going to hate myself regardless

Nestled in the center of Siryn’s slums lies Fleetfoot Docking company, a place where desires turn real-for a price. Three individuals turn to the owner, looking for boons that could change their life.

Rifa- A heartless mercenary killing every necromancer in her path

Marnie- A shy young girl wanting nothing more than to be reunited with her family

Emberliegh- An optimistic woman desperate for answers over the destruction of her village

Rifa was frozen. The light was harsh above her, and she put her hand over her eyes to prove that it was real.

There he was in the center of the room the bastard she thought. He stood over them as if they weren’t even there. She couldn’t even force her face to look down, she didn’t want to move. But she had to. She looked down at them crumpled underneath him, dead. Their white hair slowly being dyed by their blood coming out of the gash in their side.

It was her fault. Everything she had or hadn’t said to them, had or hadn’t done, and every look of distaste came rushing back to her. She never truly hated them, by her standards she might have loved them.

And now she had killed them.

Rifa forced herself to move, forced herself to look at him. She had never hated anyone so much. The hall was silent except for the clop of her hooves against the stone. He smirked at her as she picked up the sword at his side.

And

She

Lunged

She used her body weight in addition to the sword to force him on his back.

And

It

Went

Clean

Through

She didn’t stop stabbing until the blood covered her face, cursing him with each strike. Once she assured herself that he was dead, she got off of him and turned to her friend.

One look could tell her that there would be no coming back for them, and she broke. Sobs wrecked her body as she cradled them close, hoping that if their spirit was still around, they would know all she left unsaid.

Rifa buried them nearby, the grave simple but full of care. Flower crowns decorated the site and the inscription was written in the language of the fae- something they would only understand. She whispered a promise to them before turning on her heel into the desert.

Rifa hating Theo:

Rifa hates necromancers and Theo’s a necromancer

He’s cocky and a know-it-all

He’s taller than her

He treats her like a project

He is the reason she’s stuck in Cael’s Keep

He is preventing her for completing the deal with her benefactor

Theo hating Rifa:

Hate may be a strong word but she is a very big annoyance to him

She is determined to not be grateful that he saved her life

She’s killed a dozen of his colleagues

She refuses to try and better herself

She seems bent on not following his advice

She interrupts his work constantly

She calls him Theo