Recent content by Ahriman

Well, there went that idea. Ahriman stared blankly at the man and his husband for a few moments, until her ear twitched once and she turned away. Daeva made a very helpful suggestion to simply kill the man. There couldn't be an election if there was a terrible accident, now could there be...

And there it was. It seemed it didn't even have to be a revelation of weakness, it just had to be something perceived as one. The pureblood picked up on it immediately. Ahriman had nothing to say. Instead, she idly studied the bodies on the floor, taking more interest in the color and cut of...

Every respect and courtesy she afforded them? Ahirman glanced over at Zira with unexpressive, apathetic eyes and gave her a nod. Sure, whatever. Even if she wanted to, it wasn't like she could argue it anyway. Iymril and Chasdrym left, and Zira posed her suggestion and her question. "Yeah...

Jedis and Mandalorians — it seemed that all three acolytes were successful in attuning to the temple's memories, and that they'd all managed to latch onto different experiences. Useful, Ahriman supposed. The tiefling and the pureblood seemed to get locations out of their visions, but they were...

It would not be only two Sephi on this mission, but three. Ahriman had been assigned to assist Champion Iymril in rigging some sort of election. It seemed, when she was given the assignment, that this was something like a last-minute change of plan. Whether the previous acolyte assigned to...

Bloodstained, yellowed teeth bared out from under black gums and a wrinkled maw as Daeva's mocking smirk pulled back into a snarl. His eyes, empty of anything, still managed to bleed malice as he passed by Iymril toward Kyssiara. He passed by her side, then turned his gaze upon the Sephi. « Did...

Sometimes someone was adjusted to neither the cold nor the heat — Ahriman was one of those someones. Her ears were cold, and she was far from pleased dealing with cold weather. That being said, it wasn't that bad. She'd just come a bit underdressed (meaning she'd forgotten earmuffs, or a hood)...

Ahriman quickly turned her eyes toward Nash at the comment. "Everyone thinks what?" Her face remained still but the tone of her voice said it all; she seemed surprised at that. The Twi'lek went on to mention the 'talking to herself' part, and Ahriman's ears slammed firmly into the side of her...

The woman watched as Nasir finished off the golem by bisecting the construct's 'skull' with one clean slash. She visibly relaxed when the thing crumpled over and scattered across the floor; the head must've been its weak spot because whatever magic was holding it together ceased to do so. A...

Ahriman vaulted through the window and was immediately spooked by Nash's loud exclamation. Her ears flattened to her skull and she flinched, moving to block her face as the aerosol can was pointed toward her. Fortunately, she didn't end up a walking air freshener. "Sure." Happy to be...

"Ahriman," she answered, repeating her name just after Hikari finally revealed her own. Her voice had a weird tone; when she spoke there was some sort of underlying static or distortion that scratched Ahriman's brain in the wrong sort of way. Though to most people it would just sound filtered...

While Ahriman focused on the statue, wondering if it could be brought down on top of the golem, there were three sounds announced themselves to her ears. The first was a loud thud, quick and emphasized like a slap. The second was also loud, solid, without echo, and was followed by the...

Ahriman dug her long gloved fingers into the thick fabric of her coat and pulled it tighter across her chest, hoping to save another small bit of warmth from escaping through the seams. She had on several layers, plus a fur-lined hood that kept her sensitive ears safe from the cruel bite of the...

As the heel of her boot pressed down onto the stone button, Ahriman was well aware that there was a good chance she could be activating something not-so-nice. Yet, she almost didn't care because the look on Nasir's face was worth whatever trouble would follow. She almost smiled — the left side...

One second Ahriman was slumped into the hard plastic chair, her ears twitching at random intervals while she spaced out, half aware of her surroundings. The next she was doubled over, one hand braced on the armrest while the other clawed her hair back away from her face. She vomited onto the...