Sadistic! Vanyel
By Redwing
Vanyel Askevron plonked himself down on a space in the middle of the makeshift bench. He grinned sadistically as all the off-duty Valdemaran Guard scuttled away from him. He chewed his so-called bread with distaste. Honestly, he thought, you'd think Valdemar could stand to let their magnificent Herald-Mage have a good meal whilst saving their ungrateful hides. Looking out the corner of his eye, he saw some of the braver Guardsmen looking at him from behind the trees.
He smiled wickedly. With a small mental flick the small roasting fire doubled in on itself, only to expand to nearly three times the size and burn a sickly green.
The area was now quite deserted of bystanders. Van smirked and ate the rest of his dinner in peace. As he swallowed the last mouthful of broth, he carelessly incinerated the bowl. Besides, the bin was too far away.
Strutting back to his tent, he pulled of his Whites and ran a trained eye over the tunic and breeches. He frowned in annoyance when he saw a small bloodstain on the shoulder of the tunic. Undoubtedly, it was his own blood. Damn Karsites, he growled mentally. Then... Oh well. I'll kill more tomorrow.
By Redwing
Vanyel Askevron plonked himself down on a space in the middle of the makeshift bench. He grinned sadistically as all the off-duty Valdemaran Guard scuttled away from him. He chewed his so-called bread with distaste. Honestly, he thought, you'd think Valdemar could stand to let their magnificent Herald-Mage have a good meal whilst saving their ungrateful hides. Looking out the corner of his eye, he saw some of the braver Guardsmen looking at him from behind the trees.
He smiled wickedly. With a small mental flick the small roasting fire doubled in on itself, only to expand to nearly three times the size and burn a sickly green.
The area was now quite deserted of bystanders. Van smirked and ate the rest of his dinner in peace. As he swallowed the last mouthful of broth, he carelessly incinerated the bowl. Besides, the bin was too far away.
Strutting back to his tent, he pulled of his Whites and ran a trained eye over the tunic and breeches. He frowned in annoyance when he saw a small bloodstain on the shoulder of the tunic. Undoubtedly, it was his own blood. Damn Karsites, he growled mentally. Then... Oh well. I'll kill more tomorrow.