1. Hector

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    Hector braced the scout with a sure hand clasped against his shoulder. "Eyes up, Syr," he gave him a nod. Too much left doing to give into such doubts now. "You did well to return as you did," gave the Dawnling he'd grown up alongside a shake. "Whole and in one piece as you are," let his hand...
  2. Hector

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    A push. void of all the iron there just minutes ago. His eyes still on hers. Quiet as her hand slipped in an odd slump. He let his hand fall from the quickened pulse at her neck, grabbed up her wrist in his broad and calloused hands. No strangers to handling with care, they turned her hand...
  3. Hector

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    A shrug. "Suit yourself," the rope was set aside. Though the pout on her face kept the hint of his smile crooked on his lip. Breath kept steady. Hands that wanted to tremble, went sure with the plunge of taloned point. Through the skin with fingers on one end, pulled through the other with the...
  4. Hector

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    A grip like a vice clamped down on Hector's wrist. His eyes flit to see pale skin press hard into deep bronze. Etain's fingers squeezed enough to hurt. Enough to rattle the tools in their tray, and spill some of the lathered water there against the tended works of steel. Long clean hooks, gut...
  5. Hector

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    "Wish I could tell you otherwise," Hector replied as they trudged through the square. Something like amusement there on his voice. Commiseration. Shroudlash, wore you down in different ways. Mind frayed, with a feeling of unreality. Like he could catch fire at any moment. Become a distant star...
  6. Hector

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    Hector did not flinch away from the knight. Feet come to stop, outside of sword's reach, trail of his marched steps wedged in the mud behind him. Along with all the other mess that was Sumu. His eyes fixed unto hers. Whether he saw the blade held tight in her hand or not, who was to say. "You...
  7. Hector

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    "Not if ye keep running your gums, yer not," Edwynna cut, a finger raised for hush. A smirk curled there as the hand fell, and they went on through the mud. Eyes on the clear prints about where she had seen the slinker. To the youths credit, they had both grown quiet. Awkward as their grip on...
  8. Hector

    Open Betwixt the Stacks

    A glance left, a glance right. A long ear bobbed, a shortened ear twitched. No one in sight. No one he could hear. He blinked, felt his cheeks full with blood. Felt his head hot and abuzz. Stomach tight and giddy with the tension of a nervous laugh. Suppressed it to a pleased little smile. It...
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  9. Hector

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    Hector's brow scrunched, his smile lopsided as he plucked a corner of the cloth from Lou's hands, as if he'd snatched a feather. "No, that's alright," he laughed, and slipped the cloth through balled fingers. A little snap of the fabrics came with a flick of the rist, and his eyes looked down to...
  10. Hector

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    Sweat seemed to struggle out of him. Limbs felt dry, flesh heavy with its desiccated weight. No water to help it spring and bounce. Didn't matter how much he had drank since the armor was peeled off. Mouth sticky. Tongue like a brick. Still he growled at the fear that met him. A thing low in...
  11. Hector

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    "Oh, stuff your motherly fury, ma'am," she said through her teeth. "I'm just as tired with all of this as you, but there is too much to do for me to care about the wee one's feelings, just now, so if you would like to make yourself actually useful you could-" Edwynna's mouth hung agape as she...
  12. Hector

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    Edwynna gawked at it all. Looked to Hector, who but stood there, like the dumbstruck idiot he was. Looked to the villagers, who still moved with their work. Shook her head. "Fuck this," she muttered, almost in agreement. Laughed, and affixed her bow as she walked over to half-cooked half-elf...
  13. Hector

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    Edwynna looked long and hard at the carnage inside. Clicked her teeth with a shake of her head. Never one to worry to much of what could have been. Her eyes found the gleaming hulk of smoke-stained metal and steam. Felt the weight of her kit all the more for a long moment as the lord sworn...
  14. Hector

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    Edwynna marched on toward the village. Peered back and over her shoulder as she huffed shroud-heated air coming into the village. Could smell the coppery tang of the work woven through the air. Almost electric. She shook her head as her nose scrunched like she had smelled old piss. Stopped in...
  15. Hector

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    Tongue like a brick in his mouth. Skin tight about stiff limbs. The sounds of fire betwixt his ears. Like kindling being eaten away by that mass of wavering heat. No sweat to cool off. No spit to drink down. Red and gold, blue and green there behind his eyes. A wash of cool came over. Mud and...
  16. Hector

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    Edwynna reared back from the heat that swirled and shimmered about her Sworn Kin. Armored hands her shielding her as armonium laden paint cracked and pealed away from the sweltering kiss of shroud-lash. A grunt through grit teeth as she saw the mud about him roil and whisper. Pop and bubble...
  17. Hector

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    Fire in his veins, smoke hot in his throat. Hector saw the line in which the archers had ran. One away, into the cold. One toward. Into the heat. Smoke swirled around him as he slunk and he hid. Fire's whispers and hisses, crackles and spits, all chattered in his ears beneath the shade of his...
  18. Hector

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    A bit of warmth fell from Hector's lips, as he turned away a moment. Pulled a handkerchief from a pocket and offered it up to her. "No, certainly not," he said with a hint of laugh. Pressed the forest green bit of cloth into one of her hands with a careful touch. "but they are slow to trust,"...
  19. Hector

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    Eyes traced by flame's light, Hector could feel the fires spread. Distant as they were across the cold earth. Hungry and ravenous for being fed blood. No cold would stop them. No ice, nor melt. A hammer whirred by, a miss caused by misstep. Hector held stance. Jammed boot there at the man's...
  20. Hector

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    A break of branch and twig. Leaves rustle and fall as one knight of Anatheaum broke through what cover hid him. Willosteel blade ripped free from scabbard. Breath hot in helmet, mixed with the rush of cold air sucked in. Armored legs pumped across uneven earth. Bladed hand still held its...
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