1. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    Duscan was really good at keeping his thoughts to himself — when silence was the right answer — but he always had a problem with his face. No, not the bloody ashen tears staining his eyes and cheeks, but his expression always gave away whenever he was passing judgement. "I am not being...
  2. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    Duscan regarded the well presented man with a lingering look, his expression laced with subtlety and heavily confused features. "Uh... sure. It'll get you four, actually." The bastard didn't quite understand what he had said, but he understood the value of trinkets and things. Finally able to...
  3. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    It was proven difficult to close up the bar in time for him to freshen up — a perfectly logical reason for doing so was still escaping him — when Old Bozzy had been woken up and suddenly got a second wind of energy. Dusc had to be grateful somewhere, for the old man seemed to sobered enough to...
  4. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "Fucking do I take fucking what?" The old man behind the bar turned around, not even looking at the male that approached the bar with the question. Old Bozzy had been drunkenly going off at some satyr, who huffed and began to argue back. It was a scene Duscan saw plenty of day in and day out...
  5. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    The flyer was slid back into his grasp, rolled up and being flattened and folded without much else thought put into it. Dusc tucked it into his pocket, the light clinking from his pockets reminding him of the few gold pieces he had earned earlier that day. Earned in the respect that he had been...
  6. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    Duscan was grinning. A lot. He was both entertained and amused by the bard, but as she liberated the flyer from where it indeed had been all week, he did see how wonderfully captivating the page had been. How did he not see it? Dusc could look back on the past week, but the days blurred into...
  7. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    Duscan eyed her, unknowing if she had just flirted with him or threatened him and his shirt. He should be a little more wary, shouldn't he? But now, the bard held his interest. He watched her. How stupid was he to think she was just a bard when where ever she went, a captivating performance...
  8. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    "Oh, I like her!" Old Bozzy chuckled, shaking a finger at the bard as if she were a cheeky shit. "Get her a drink, bastard!" "I really got to stop telling people to call me that." Duscan muttered under his breath. "Stop your mumbling and do your job!" Boz piped up, slapping his hand onto the...
  9. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    “Was that a sad song, bastard?” “Shit. How did you get another drink?” Duscan lifted himself onto his side of the bar and leaned forward, hands quickly wrapping around the pint Old Bozzy liberated from an unsuspecting patron. “Give me that!” “No.” The old man slapped Duscan’s wrist, and in...
  10. Duscan

    Duscan the Bastard

    "Are those scars, sir?" "Worse. They're stains." . . . Duscan the Bastard, although no one really knows if there is a difference between if he was a bastard son or a fucking bastard. After buying his freedom from his indenture to an odious woman, Dusc set about seeing the world he had...
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