1. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    The girl, wrapped in her woolen cocoon, groaned as she was shift onto Leo's shoulder. The pain in her stumped arm, dulled by the Spellbreaker's weaving, flared up with the jostle of her weight. A small child for her age. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall. Weighed only about as...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    Thumped to the ground. Dazed. The Takers, too drawn to the bleeding shroudlight that steamed off the force of nature Tusk had become to try and feed on Garrod. Their songs too consumed by the raging whirlwind of boulderous force that blew over them. Like an avalanche come loose amidst a...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    El viento robo el aliento de sus pulmones. Breath pulled out from the cave of his mouth there along with all the trails of blue candle flame smoke. His green eye glazed over as the black smudge sunk against the bone of his skull. All sizzle and spice as it smoked. "You are his child, hijo del...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    There behind the candle seller hung a great mask. Carved from the heart of a copal sagrado. Its serpentine maw hung ajar and bared its welcoming fangs that curled like unfurling scrolls. Its painted scales glittered with the light of so many candles. Like earthbound stars, twinkling in the...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    A smile, neath the blue hat, and its proud feather stirring. "Ay que suerte la mia," he said soft as a breeze over a calm river's bank. All humm of libélula wings against the air that was their breath. He clutched the cap, just to keep from falling over."Un brujo," gave the cap a tilt, its point...
  6. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Garrod laughed, dark and bitter as a man too used to such truths. "Yeah, any time, Leo," Watched how she carried the girl. Realized he didn't even know the kids name. Just knew she was a thief. A buzzard who had stolen the wrong piece of kit, from the wrong pair of Cazadores. Felt himself get...
  7. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    What little bit of the needle had sunk in had been enough. The paper tag, so scrawled with ritualistic inks, too clean for any Taker to do the work. The spell simply took time. And whilst Tusk, valiant, brave, and true, fought the good fight. Felled Taker after Taker, the dead man's ink...
  8. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Garrod laughed against the dirt. "So many things, Spellbreaker" breath ragged. "I'm the Fiend Bearer, remember?!" He said with a cough cough and a wheeze. "That's not just," he grunt, growled as he pushed himself just enough to roll onto his side. All panting. "A bad poeticism," Worked out of...
  9. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    A pinch of salt sprinkled over the offering. A squeeze of lime. He tossed the spent green fruit over his shoulder, and one of the tchichis lept up and snagged it. Little claws skittered and skirt withe clitters and clacks as it landed. "Vamos, pues," he said as he got up from the little mural...
  10. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Garrod chuffed. Putting the last bit of tomate down in the round. Half the fruit the heart, eight neat slices its drunken rays. "A man of great appetites," he said with a soft smile picked up a green jalapeno. Sliced it through the middle, and set it like two slivered moons at each side of the...
  11. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    "At least once, on the walk over," he said with a wobbly smile. Drifted on the drink laden dream, so full of scents and sounds he had long forgotten. Out on las rondillas of the Malcazadores. "Another when I saw you there, con la Doña," tapped the side of his temple with wet sprigs of...
  12. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    The Red Devil spoke in the way all devils did. Truth swirled with the lies. Like all those little stars he had set into the drink. As was in all good poetry, art, and life. Just enough to keep you going. Just enough for another game. Another drink. So you could see another day. Ask another...
  13. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Garrod took the cup. Head already tilting and whirling the more as he stared at all the stars turning there in the glass. Something in him twist. Hard and jagged. He drank from the cup. A quick shot turned gulp gulp. Tilt the cup up. Felt it all wash down. Spill over his lips. It tasted like...
  14. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    A click of the teeth like striking a sparker ring. The whole room moving and melting. Like the yawning maw of a jaguar. Wider and wider, with tongue twisting. Just so it could shut down and crunch through the bone all the better. The dice pulsed. And beat. Their steady rhythm, run down through...
  15. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Ah, no juegas, came the voice all warm rumble in his ear. Got closer. Pulled a grin out of the green eyed Cazadore. Puro filo real. What is life if not one long throw of the dice? "Un baile," Garrod flung out. All knife to the mark. I'm just curious what kind of man refuses a little luck...
  16. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    A tip of the cup , all salute, to the possible ghost. "Carnal," a hint of sadness in it. His eye looked at her, and saw it again. How tired she was. How done. Looked down at the drink. Ice cubes went click. Bad luck to leave a drink untended after a toast. Let out a push of breath. All lost to...
  17. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Jostled and pulled all laughter and squinted eyes. "Vamos, Cazadore!" Eye wide. Drink in hand. Head shaking no no no.until the young beauty bid him stop. Ruffled her skirts under the flutter of petals. Swirl and spin. Spin and whip. Twist of the hips, shimmy and kick. A hop skip step. His...
  18. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    The steps felt easy as sinking into quick sand. All mud on a rushing riverbank. Splayed and spread underneath. Wrapped warm about whatever it enveloped. Breath long and pushed out cold. All warm swirl come the draw. Jaw weak. A hand moved up and down over his brow bones and scrape down the side...
  19. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Taunts. Shouts. Threats. These were the things Garrod had learned to ignore from his old master. Artorias Sinns, the devil neath the blue heron cap. As a younger man, it had helped him keep his focus. Pulse daringly trained to stay low after so many jibes and beatings. Lose your cool before a...
  20. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Up the way and toward the house Garrod went. Each step darker. Greyer. Colder with the blues and purples of a drowned and breathless man. The flowers' glow dimmed, and the candles burning about the altars scattered across the streets flickered and wavered against the howl of wind. Guttered out...
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