Alalia watched as Darkheart moved off, and hoped that she would be left alone to sit quietly until she stopped hurting. She wasn't used to being in pain, as she was usually the one who was inflicting it, and she found that she did not care for it at all. The dull throb in her head was especially bad ...

Alalia’s knees buckled as she was lowered, and she fell into a sitting position. Leaning back against the stone wall, she watched with vague interest as Morsereg pulled against the door. She knew that he was a vampire, but the idea of someone pulling an iron door open with his bare hands seemed ...

Alalia arched her back and gave a hiss of pain as she was slammed into the rough stone wall. At first, she was unsure what had happened. A moment ago, she had been trying to clear and obstacle, and now she was pinned against rock. Looking up, she could see the contours of Darkheart's armored form ...

Alalia trotted after Jerem, showing no interest in the change in architecture. When the gravekeeper disappeared into the crevice, she slipped around Darkheart and followed him, moving with the boneless grace of a feline through the narrow passage. The moss and mildew left streaks on her shirt, and ...

Alalia sat once Darkheart relieved her of the book, reaching for her boots. She had no interest in what the pages contained; truthfully, she had no idea why she had fetched the thing in the first place. The adrenaline from her acrobatics had momentarily pushed aside the fog that had obscured her ...

Alalia stopped when she was told, recognizing a command even in her dazed state. The thrum of ancient magic continued to pound through her, a throb that seemed to shake her very bones. From what seemed like a great distance, she heard Darkheart’s instructions and slowly nodded agreement, although if ...

Alalia barely heard Morsereg's whispered command, but her legs obeyed, her strides legthening to try to close the growing gap. However, her eyes were glazed over and unblinking as she stared unseeing into the darkness. Her normally coiled muscles slackened and relaxed, and her torch slipped from her ...

Alalia looked on with distaste as Darkheart sifted through the decayed corpses. She was no stranger to death, in truth, she thrived on it, but her lust for carnage was in the act of death, the moment when her claws were slick with warm blood and she watched the light leave her victim’s fear-widened ...

Alalia bared her teeth at Morsereg, but did what he said. The change in the gravedigger was surprising, and decidedly unnatural. His sudden eagerness to get into the crypt completely contradicted his earlier fear, and he should not have been able to attack the stone wall in so vicious and unyielding ...

Alalia hissed when Darkheart gave Morsereg permission to kill her. She hated the vampire and wanted to kill him, but she wanted to confrontation to occur on her terms. With the situation as it was, she would be the one to die.

Fortunately, the offer was declined, and the cat-girl's arrogance ...

Alalia bared her teeth at Darkheart as he passed, but said nothing and made no move to attack. Looking to Morsereg, she slowly unbuckled her scabbard, rapier inside it. At no point did she lower her odd green gaze from his eyes, despite the fact that it slowed her task a bit. Once she had removed it ...

Alalia watched Morsereg pull the old man to his feet, holding him up by his hair. As she watched the exchange she continued to clean the blood from her claws, not only because she craved the metallic taste on her tongue, but also because her feline instincts wanted her hands clean. As the vampire ...

Alalia felt a surge of primal excitement as she knocked the man down to the ground, his skin offering no resistance to her claws. She could smell his blood in the air, feel it on her hands, warm from a still beating heart. Well, she could quickly remedy that, couldn’t she? Holding the man’s upper ...

Alalia turned her gaze to Morsereg when he spoke, baring her fanged teeth to show her displeasure at his statement. However, the quick movement to her side, followed by Darkheart’s command distracted her from the vampire. Setting the bottle down at the guard’s feet, she took off after the old man ...

“You would know that better than most, wouldn’t you, Darkheart?” a familiar voice purred. The guard’s cape landed in the dirt at his feet with a soft thump , coming from the direction of a tall grave marker. Alalia was perched on top of it, her shadowed silhouette resembling a crouching gargoyle ...