1. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Oh, King Godsgrave!" Roki chimed, excited. Looked to Lou with squinted glee, and tusky smile. "Cool name," felt like something out of a fairy tale. Come the offer for dinner, and the young man stood a bit straighter. Nod. Suddenly overcome by a wave of something that felt, as sudden shifts so...
  2. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "With me?" The whispered sound of her words swirled there in the air between them. He could almost see them. Nutty brown, and blushing rouge. Fading to cool greens and dreamy blues. Two words. Seemed to carry all the weight of the world along the thin breath they rode upon in that moment so...
  3. Roki

    Open Big City Dreams

    Roki was on board. "Dinner and a show!" he said with a big grin, clapped broad fingers against heavy palms. "That sounds-" Nuh-uh! Nope! His big sister cut in .. ended up with singed fingers, on account of his fiddlin' with the pyrotechnics. "What?" Roki cut back. Laughed nervous. Eyes...
  4. Roki

    Open Big City Dreams

    The Planter, that was the Knight's of Anatheaum base was called in the kingdom's capital of Crown's Hold. The old barracks compound was from a time long past, and housing a fresh crop of knights and squires from the Monastery itself was, something of an honor. Least, that's what Syr Von...
  5. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Rokie laughed nervously. "Umm, well I hope the others like butter..." he said with a scratch at the back of his head. Eyes wide as he struck a finger up into the air "And the curry sounds nice!" almost a deceleration. "Roki?" A blink. He wheeled about and saw her big emerald eyes staring up...
  6. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    Illia's words carried the weight of worlds. Those found about the branches, beneath the soil, betwixt each shrub, and nestled beneath their burrows. The worlds of the Wylds. Myriad and innumerable. And he knew that the pale mare spoke true. How was he, any more trustworthy than those hunters...
  7. Roki

    Open The werewolf beggings his journey

    "Ailuros," Roki repeated. The way in which she had said the name, drawing some of the fire out of him. As if a cool breeze had stolen some of his heat. Not enough to douse it out. But just enough to temper. His smile, stubborn and bright thing that it was, flared up at her cool gaze. "Well...
  8. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Roki was all laughs and easy weather. Nodding along as Mister Roquefort confirmed Roki's analyses. He went on listening, but his eyes couldn't help flit back to Lou. Like eager little birds, hoping to pick up another morsel just there across the sun baked earth. Caught how she looked at him...
  9. Roki

    Open The werewolf beggings his journey

    Roki laughed. Ran a hand through his hair. Just hair. Though its color was a wild blaze of plum. "Hey! Nice to meet you, Artemisios!" he said, loud and boisterous as he so often was. Blink blinked at the lynx faced person, not so far behind the kindly young man. "Um," he looked further down the...
  10. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Sound's plenty special to me," Roki said, all big smile, and bright eyed. Watching with interest as Miss Raclette prepped the food. You could learn so much about a person by the way they enjoyed a meal. Shared food. Prepared the ingredients. For themselves, or for the others who would enjoy...
  11. Roki

    Open The werewolf beggings his journey

    Roki was some ways up the road. Butt planted on the gravel, back hunched over, elbow pressed to thigh as he sat, all purple flame for hair and thinking. "I could have sworn I took the right turn to get back to the Monastery," he said aloud. Pouting his lips, and letting his tusks hang out from...
  12. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Roki's big eyes watched Montbéliarde, scrunched up and spine bent. The sound that poured out of him all sweet whine and chirrup. "Well, I heard you now, I did hear you, but we gotta wait," he said gently to the littlest gentlemen. And the softest cat's fat head already turned to look to the...
  13. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    Roki strolled alongside Illia. Shameless smile there to meet her concern. "There are worse things than death," Roki said simply. Soft as the bend of a branch against a great wind. Not because he did not hear the worry in her voice, but what else could he say? The core of him, the heart of...
  14. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    A little laugh. Like having her cheek there against the tops of his knuckles was as simple as breathing. "A song?" Wasn't till the wisps of her hair spilled across tendon and skin that he felt the cool tickle run through his bones. Down his spine, and flutter there in the pit of his stomach...
  15. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    The way her eyes filled to the brim with tears. Caught the soft light of the day pouring in through the windows, and bouncing off the soft buttery gold of the walls. Like the last bits of sunlight peering over an overcast sky. All set to silver scales, save where the sun's warmth still touched...
  16. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    Roki shook his head. "It's," he felt his heart swell. Chest full with all the things he could say. Why invite trouble? Because the world was already full of so much trouble. And hardly a soul stood to fight against it. Because he was a squire of Anathaeum, raised beneath the boughs of the Vayd...
  17. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "What else is there to put in bread?" Roki's ears twitched. Nose wiggled. The 'Well actually,' creeping up his throat like a frog scooting up a log it wanted to jump out of. What else is there? A WHOLE WORLD OF INGREDIENTS. Walnuts. Pistachios. Butter. If you folded it a million times, it...
  18. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Raclette and Roquefort," Roki repeated. "What lovely names!" he said excitedly. Lou, of course, asked the real question. And Roki made a sound and nod along. "I was wondering that too," he chimed. Come the tale, and it was more straightforward than he had imagined. His mind filled with...
  19. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    The Canker Tide. Sounded like something from their history lectures. The title of a chapter scrawled across one of the manuscripts hidden away in the Stacks. Had his lips tug down at both ends as he watched the way the old man held his beautiful figurines. Bella and Marguerite. Sickened by the...
  20. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    His hands moved fast. Sure to the snare, but hesitant, if only for one moment. "You've nothing to feel shame for, Illia," he assured, all ache and sadness in the tone of his chords. Hands shook with worry. Looked to her from where he worked at the binding. Hands stilling. "You live," and that...
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