Engaged in a fiery dance, their bodies were linked and seperated by the flashing blades. At times they nearly touched, taut skin only a hair's breadth away, but then momentum would whirl them apart, and they would withdraw for a second, only to join again. Their sinuous forms wove together like twisting ropes of windblown smoke.

With her jaws and talons, Saphira tore through an Urgal.

You would be amazed how many magicians have died after being bitten by mad rabbits. It's far more common than you might think. -Angela the Herbalist

Death is part of who we are. It guides us. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

You've seen things through my eyes.

There are decades in the making of the one man of renown; Multitudes that go unnoticed who must wreathe for him a crown.

The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't.