1. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    The wound wasn't bleeding, but old and peculiar. The oldest, faded layer had the terse ridges of a vicious ambush attack, where the attacker was shaken off, and their fangs dragged and ripped through the skin before exiting. But the newer, perhaps years old, perhaps less - were much more precise...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "No, I haven't," Walter chuckled. "You're the first. I am still pondering what moves I could take. Don't worry, dear friend, I'm not a boy who liked to toy with swords, anymore, I've wielded blades to kill in those seventeen years. Not as easy to teach me a lesson as some might have liked." He...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Dare Blur

    Oddly enough, a literal treat to anything but the improper was all he'd meant. Truly keeping his coinpurse more wide open than his private wants. Tiptoeing because, while word-weaving and double-speak bypassed him, sometimes - he was not daft. He knew exactly where he was, and that he did not...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Dare Blur

    The affable cat wasn't going on a lark with him because she enjoyed the stench of sweat and booze, for certain. But he wasn't giving her what she might have been after, either. No flirt, no gossip, not even an adventurous trip to see the unfortunately endowed gentleman. She must have been...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    He picked up a spring apple, tough and green skin, firm flesh with a perfect balance of sourness to it. Sunk his teeth into it, eyes closing to let his senses narrow to just the taste, the scent, the feel, for a moment. A sigh, jaws working as he chewed, reality fading back in. Her question, of...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Tides of Woe

    The patch of soft skin under Geist's jaw inflated slightly as the beast warbled low, a tension about the agile body as he prowled - then, obeying the subtle command of the rider, turned, long tail trailing after the movement as directions aligned. Walter's focus remained on the rider, however...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    Geist raised the long, heavy-jawed head from the bushes. The drake was lounging unsaddled in the grass, not too far off from the hunting camp, happy to scratch the keratinous crest at the top of its head. The paws, folded in the air, would not quite make biscuits - but splayed out with claws out...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    He laughed, and shook his head. "I am ahead of you in years, that should be frightening," The rest of the way, what few dozen steps remained, was made in silence of a focus restored. Ah, it was nothing like he didn't remember. And so, he stood for a moment, simply taking in the colors, the...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    He'd talk as they walked, allowing her to take his arm as she pleased. It took a bit of care to match their steps, being taller and all. "There's also some signs of a hid population of egg-laying creatures I've been keen to explore," he confessed, "But I would need a good few people to pull that...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    His eyelashes lowered, gaze turning from her and to the floor. Perhaps, with regret for asking. But perhaps, now that he'd dared her to think of it, she would think, and grow. Or - avoid the notion like the plague. If you want out of your shell, you will need to break it, dear friend. And while...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Tides of Woe

    Rain pelted his cloak and cowl, dripped in silver strands off the trimmed edge and streamed down the slick-furred legs of the grey drake he was sat on for the past hour. A reptilian, horse-like thing with paws for hooves and a narrow, triangle head - hissed and crooned, shifted weight...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "Time..." Didn't stop his father from making certain that his and Laetitia's wedding was all but set from fourteen, Walter thought. Didn't allow for tomfoolery. Travelling the world was fine, a foreign wife? Goodness no, who wanted to get embroiled in the affairs of a foreign state? Thoughts of...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    Walter inclined his head with a half-chuckle and a little understanding 'uh-uh'. Indeed, one couldn't capture what has already been taken. And if so... "He is a good father - your reticence meets his caution. Another would try to rush his daughter out the door, so she may be secure by the time...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    Perhaps, for the entirely wrong reasons, and with an entirely wrong attitude to the pain that ran deep through the years and caused so much trouble with every other love that came and went - he did not wish to burden a barely glimpsed sunshine promising a friendship, maybe warmth, with any more...
  15. Walter Thornley

    The Unburnt Journal

    Summer; 350 E.O.D. Had to leave before dawn after the daytime fiasco. Stalked to the beach. Went to those cliffs, sober as a glass shard. He was a sweet boy, he didn't deserve this. How did he end up all the way there, in the fissure? Erased the remnants of my weave from the rocks. The Ocean...
  16. Walter Thornley

    The Unburnt Journal

    To follow is a condensed version of my own notes and theories, collected from memory, later research, and all the journals I have burned. Much came to light since I've last mused on the topics such as the nature of the Weave, the source of Shroud and many others connected. Do gods exist? Does...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "Would have been terrible, but together, yes. At least to console against harder hearts and sharper tongues, hm?" He wanted to dance with her. But when her moves have been precise and graceful, the turn of a swan's head, hands raised and lowered like a languid flourish of a butterfly at rest -...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    There she went, twirling like a bloom being carried in the wind, and he smiled, watching her. Something still remained of that girl he knew, something that wasn't art for her acquaintances to see - and feel at ease for recognizing her in it. Back at the estate, later years before departure, he...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Dare Blur

    "Bleeding? I wonder, actually." He wondered how much got ruined during the 'episodes'. It certainly hurt a lot. A few times he'd blacked out. A few times he'd found himself elsewhere as he stumbled in half-agonized stupor. He had to be careful about these things, but - how careful, exactly...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Collegial Curiosities

    Late Summer, 350 E.O.D. Venerable Professor Castille, Your last letter found me well, and I hope dearly that by the time the response reaches you, the tribulation by gremlinhand is successfully resolved. I am enjoying the rainy season in Bremen, presently, and while the embankments of the...
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