1. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    Old Eudes hasn’t seen over one score summers as a soldier by also being a fool. By getting lax. His ears are already pricking with Conill’s fevered rebuke, and when his eyes seek out their target they find but slack rope, absence, and a sort of… nothing there which doesn’t quite match the...
  2. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    “No, I did. I guess it just got lost in t’owd dialect there.” Osytha ties her horse to one of the spare hitching posts, and begins to unfasten some ties lashing the erstwhile reeve in place. “I don’t know about ‘deserve’, mind you. That’s not my place to say. And I could have lived without the...
  3. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    The horses scream. Rent awake by a chorus of terror from horse, and hound, from shrieking flocks and coughing fox as they speed away. Osytha shoots upward, hand snatching her baldric without a thought, her eyes wide and ears thumping with chaos. Trying to make sense everything all at once, but...
  4. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Hoofbeats — dulled, rhythmic; waxing and waning. They pound through the sand, growing loud and near before arcing away in a recurring cycle. But, gradually, that pattern’s epicentre closes in on Krava’quiloor. The sun is warm, shining bright off turf-cropped chalk cliffs and pebble-strewn sand...
  5. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    The second Osytha’s words leave her lips, that butcher is on her — cargo rumbling behind, stalking up until he’s blotted out the moons, and she’s staring wide-eyed into a face which cuts through Khurun’s bands above. She fights her hands away from going to the handles of her daggers; no room to...
  6. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    It’s another moment’s work to keep Forbs under her thumb when he sees the motion from Rois, and the unknown little thing flit their way through the air. Osytha soothes his raging horsey mind back down with hushed words and careful hand, before she steps forward, crouches, and retrieves the note...
  7. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    When Rois mentions her ‘fine, trained war steed’, Osytha can’t help but spare an affectionate look into Forbítter’s beautiful dark eye. Her young man here is indeed a terribly fine specimen of a courser; a little too fine at times, as it happens. But, no. Gazing upon him now, nuzzling and...
  8. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    Perhaps Innis also misses the resurging tension which flexes through Osytha’s hands. Tendons riled taut by the younger Dusk Knight’s bleak prediction, lulled back down under Akke’s chiding rebuke. No. Now is not the time. “Ah’m s-sorry,” she judders, as his arms sweep her up. Godsdamnit— and...
  9. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    “That armor of yours does not belie what you are underneath; it would not save you from being tossed flat on your back. I wonder if it would defend your dignity, or whether you’d turn as easy as a bath wench without it…?” “Funny. Owd mate ’ere also reckoned ’e could try that on.” Osytha narrows...
  10. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    —uuuckfuckfuck— She can feel her heart squeeze in alarm as the animals go into a frenzy around her; Guffy shrieking his little dog barks from between her ankles, his hackles all the way up, and the urgent fight she feels from Forbítter through the reins as he fills her ear with maddened snorts...
  11. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    It simply could not be done. Not with the dead weight of a sled, so deep into the night, through this pitch-drowned maze of an unfamiliar forest. Something rustles softly away from Osytha through a patch of lady-fern. A young summer fox, judging by that bushy hint of tail she spies the moment...
  12. Osytha

    Open Welcome to Barrow Falls

    Oh. Fuck. … seems a fair enough train of thought when an army of the misshapen comes rushing towards one from out the night. Osytha can feel the charge by the way it rumbles up her shoes, leaves the ground humming beneath her feet. Guffy lowers himself even more, ears held down flat. She can...
  13. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home [M]

    If Momo is concerned he’s being a nuisance to the knight, the look he receives when she glances over is enough to tell him otherwise. “Et’s nay bother,” Osytha assures, and in fact, seems more pleased than anything else by his interest. She only frowns when her attention turns back to the...
  14. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    “Ah…” Doesn’t need to look up to recognise Syr Innis by her voice, by the burn-scarred hand draping another blanket over Lilia. Fuck. Syr Innis with a front-row seat, hearing the words strangle in Osytha’s throat, seeing the tears and snot running down her face. Watching a Knight two years her...
  15. Osytha

    Open (Himbo)dy and Soul

    Amongst the many eyes which turn to Syr Monroe, at least one pair lack the surprise of their fellows… which is not to say they’re any less impressed by the sight of that maiden shot landing true. These eyes were in White Port on that night of ill moons; saw just how much target practice Cathmore...
  16. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    That pale face stares back. Blue eyes round and full, mouth slack; stupefied. Osytha’s ears ring with nothing but his words. Not ‘you’ve done well’; perfect progressive, a thing yet unfinished. You did good, kid. Simple past tense. Something which has reached its end. But they’re not done, not...
  17. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    It smells like… not all that much, dried little treats as they are. Still, a whiff of jerky, sweet potato, and, pompion meets Hector’s nose. “For’n those days we find ourselves amidst Astenvale again?” Back at the monastery… now there’s a thought; one that Osytha hasn’t entertained for a little...
  18. Osytha

    Private Preparing Providence

    How long since they had set out to rendezvous with Silja and the survivors she’d helped rally together? They’d wanted to move as soon as the thaw set in; squeeze out every second they could to stay ahead both of the next winter and those covetous barons’ forces. Most of the refugees were serfs...
  19. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home [M]

    “See? I kenned you was a fast learner.” Osytha slips her hand about his and guides the exorcist into position. “Now, take them reins in your left ’and, along wi’ a bit of ’er mane. Right ’un on t’cantle — that bit there, aye. Left leg bent just so, an’ I’ll hold et as you push off wi’ your...
  20. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    HUSH, O BABE While the red bee hums The silent twilight’s fall. Syrs Helena, Innis, Faramund, & Osytha Summer of 352 EOD A continuation of Now Hands That Build Quite possibly no other knight has ridden so far, nor so hard, in search of a flower. Hurt-sickle. Also goes by basket flower...
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