1. Garrod Arlette

    Open Anything For A Kill

    Oh, but you are a funny fucker... Garrod couldn't help but wear his grin the wider. "Don't go and think your holy man act's got me fooled, Tusk," he gibed. ... Be a real shame, the day y'finally bite the blade. A chuff from the One Eye. "Wouldn't be the first time I'd caught steel twixt...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Open Roads no one remembers

    A rough hand grabbed up the bard. Black gloved, clumsy and stiff. It snatched hard. "It's bloody happening, Lark! Now get up!" he drew her to her feet. Pulled her steps toward the action. "Less you want to loose more than just that pretty skin of yours," he grinned, wicked. Omari let out a...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Open Anything For A Kill

    Clatter open the door, and in come the gut twisting stench of a kill starting to turn sweet as it soured. The heavy boots of a Cazador, too tired to keep quiet after the hunt. Smaller footsteps there behind those that knocked with kit laden weight. "Oh, if it ain't the One Eye, and his Bold...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Garrod barked a laugh. "Pickle juice huh?" nod with approval. "That'll keep you good and brined," "Brined?!" Brinda barked out. "I'm not one of your crabs, One Eye!" Ilan laughed as their horses clopped along. "Some crab legs wouldn't be so bad right about now," he sounded wanting. Garrod...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Green eye snapped to the crack in the door, traced the skin of shoulder, tumble of hair, and bright red strawberry before landing on the bard's studying blues. "You..." He scowled and seethed as she went on, churning in her own butter. "never specified which part of the morning..." "It's...
  6. Garrod Arlette

    Open Roads no one remembers

    Garrod stared down Momoshiro with his lone eye. Measuring and measuring. Squint with something like amusement as his lip curled up. "Hear you got some mighty fine crab out that way," he said grabbing up a pop-corned carapace. Cracked it into two pieces. Caught the juices that spilled out of one...
  7. Garrod Arlette

    Open Roads no one remembers

    "Glory? You all sound very certain... Like this ends with us walking into something grand... It doesn't." Garrod grinned at that. "What fare, must we all pay, for but the grandeur of another morning's ray, Lady Lark," Then her eyes hit him. The smile. Saccharine as all the world's poisons...
  8. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    “Cazadores first,” Bathed in the golden glow of a proper Den's Promise, Garrod grinned. Didn't help him hide it none that he could hear the wolf rising in Fray's voice. "My," he croaked. Stirred himself up with a rattle and clatter of ichor stained plate. "Polite on top of all the unholy...
  9. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Brinda could not help but burst into a fit of laughter. Face scrunched up, coupe of wine cradled and cribbed against her as she clutched it with her lone arm. "Man, that really got the old grouch's goat, didn't it?!" She snort. Ilan but raised a brow at the youth. "Everyone has their strings to...
  10. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    "Daggers," Garrod huffed. "Yeah, we'll get you some daggers," he grinned. Green eye agleam as he followed the Cazadore. His reddened teeth showed wide and sharp. Looked jagged through the dark red trails that smeared them. The fire of his fiend still churned through him as the narrowed path...
  11. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    It all shook. His bones. Muscles. The sinew that kept him all together. The nerves that screamed raw at the edge of each finger's tip and spread of toe's pad. The whole world he could still see through his single eye. Shook. Trembled. Roared. Whilst the bloody furnace at his core cooked all...
  12. Garrod Arlette

    Open Roads no one remembers

    Garrod kept easy as a serpent laying in wait. Single eye watching the stranger as signs all too familiar to the hunter flicked across the white of the other man's eyes. Their Pupils darting. The pulls of his lungs shortening. If he was a demon wearing mortal skin. He hid it well. And you...
  13. Garrod Arlette

    Open Roads no one remembers

    His smirk only deepened as Anira put on her mummery. Poor princess was thirsty though, and he wouldn't get in the way of that being slaked. Sharptoothed as his want to poke and prod was. Just chuffed, and took back the waterskin. Nearly empty. Wiped down the mouth of it, and took a drink...
  14. Garrod Arlette

    Open Twice a Sinner, Half a Saint

    Garrod stabbed his fork through a fat potato. Still smiling from the grin Fray had shot his way. "I'll be the bait," he said easy. Picked the tato up, and waved the morsel at the farmer. "Though I'll need that recipe written down, on top of all the treasure we'll be looting," Chomped down the...
  15. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Golden robed and umber skinned, Ilan grinned as the flaxen feathered Lark lounged about his lap. "Darling, you don't need to explain a thing," he went along, taking up a cup of wine and giving the golden colored drink a whirl. Took a long and luxuriant sip. Brinda stared at the bard, wide eyed...
  16. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    A laugh cracked from his lips at the obscenity and bravado. "Fucking brilliant," he croaked as he smoldered and creaked. Grunt, groaned on choked breath. Felt a whole ruined ship, unmoored by a wave of muscle and bone that cracked against his splintered hull. Carried him up, and out against the...
  17. Garrod Arlette

    Open Roads no one remembers

    Omari laughed at the bard's interjection. "Djinn do as they please!" the man of midnight skin and teeth as white as pearls said bright and cool as the water sure beneath the palm. Garrod grunt, and sheathed his curved sword. Wheeled his horse about, and tracked back toward the green promise of...
  18. Garrod Arlette

    Private Brought Low, Killed Hungry

    Brinda scoffed. "Lack the cojones?!" she growled, riled up. "Bigger ones than you, Gante," she said, all wicked grin. Garrod stared at her, one eye narrowed beneath cocked brow. Slid its gaze onto the seasoned mass of salt. "We'll make sure we are the ones that do the killing, Gante," Angled...
  19. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Breath stolen from his lips. His single eye wide upon her as her fingers slowly traced the lines of him, and the cold came in to remind his skin just how warm the tip of her touch really was. How hot the press of her skin against his still felt. Sticky, and cooling with each breath that passed...
  20. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Stop letting it play with you as food, Fiend Bearer! The jaws snapped about the tines of the white gauntlet. Teeth sank into the flesh of forearm. Cracked against bones of the elbow. Humerus and ulna. Bolts of lightning through the bones. Knife hand shanked down through the skull. Knife blade...
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