1. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Brinda couldn't help but stare, wide eyed with wonder as Anira went to her work. Careful, precise. How her fingers just seemed to know what to do. What to reach for and find what she could feel. The laughter that came out of her, made Brinda forget any haze of upset dredged up by the One Eye...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    Garrod laughed at the turn of phrase. "With or without tongue, Beast to my Beloved?" too pleased by the cheek. Made a nice distraction from the foamy gore that coated him like a fresh layer of paint. Kept his mind off of the leaking pulp that had once been one of their own. Nose blind to the...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Clicked his teeth. Grinned. "How'd you like to make a quick five Gold Dizia?" he called out to the purple haired Cazadore. Grit his teeth at the thought. "Give you a job," he said through his rough drawn breath. Pulled a bundle of eight moon moth silk out from his pack. unfolded it to show...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Furious forks of lightning settled about her eyes. Spread across the swells of her cheeks, as her brow softened. Tears didn't fall. Her eyes were glossy. Brow furrowed to scowl. She pulled in a breath. Head still shaking as she fixed her eyes of river weed and sun dashed wakes onto the bard...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    "The more the better," he said flatly. "No telling if we'll get the right prize on our first pull," Saw how Brinda looked at the lute, and its strings. How it carried the sweet sounds of story, and legend with just the slightest brush of the bard's fingers. "The songs," he said, derisive. "Glory...
  6. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Brinda stared blankly at the bard and all her theatricality. Seemed every bit as young as she was then. Flustered by the sudden lock of attention. Shirked back, just a touch. Not used to being so front and center. The white streak that tore across the kid's auburn mane a constant reminder of...
  7. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    A moan escaped the kids throat. Head lolling like a ragdoll's in their rescuer's arms. She was small and spindly. All gangle and long limbed, in that way of adolescents. Malnourished, and underweight. Couldn't have been older than thirteen name days, but the bony little thing was stubborn. Her...
  8. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Thoughts drifting as the moments between breath slugged by. Heart pumped. Slow for the burn of the green fire, and the ash it left in his veins. Eye narrow. Bleary. Pull of lungs loud there betwixt the bone of his ears. Fray rushed in. His hand tightened about the knife. Right hand twitched to...
  9. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Heard the voice before he heard the footsteps. Shit. Fuck. Grit his teeth. Clawed fingers of his white hand curled into a tight fist as breath and rage turned to throat rumbling grunt. "Don't fucking touch me," he hissed. Fire like ophidian currents squirming through his veins. Belephus...
  10. Garrod Arlette

    Open Twice a Sinner, Half a Saint

    Garrod stared flatly at Fray. Smirked when she covered up her own peeper to point at him. Shook his head. Nod. Arched a brow as miss red eyes turned on him quick. Green eye looked down to the floor. Watch the shadow. What a strange thing to say. Looked back to her. All one eyed, and...
  11. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Could hear the crack through the shift of bones. You really should, be more considerate of my needs, Oh Bearer Mine How they snapped back into place as muscles fueled by fiend fire laxed and wound back up. Flexed against shattered pipes. Reworked hives of marrow. All I do for you. All I...
  12. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    "How are you faring?" A wicked bounce of laughter. Red coated his pale tresses, hung like curtains just above his brow. Blood was all sticky sheen across his face. Flecks of bone shard stuck in spots where it had spiked. "Peachy keen," he set his eye to the darkness still ahead of them. Was...
  13. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Garrod's lips fell lopsided as his eye watched the guards pull the bard away. "I don't like this," Ilan laughed. "You hardly like anything," flipped the coin up in the air with a flick of the thumb. Caught it again. "Don't like what?" A younger voice asked. Mousy brown hair still damp from...
  14. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    A snap of bone white fingers. The little mote of green fire bubbled. Sparked. Blew out. Like a little star going micro nova. A ring of eldritch force blasted out. Sliced into stone, all shroudwarped sawblade buzzing through the timeless earth. Garrod's eye wide. Grin wider as the death trap...
  15. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Remains [M]

    A jerked step forward. Bristled hairs and folded back ears enough movement to have him twitch back. Eye wide and feral on the mule. Snarl twitching at his lip. White hand all claw and twitch. "Lost too much blood," Eye narrowed to knife point. "I can fucking see that," the words ground...
  16. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Remains [M]

    Head over the shoulder. Eye watching her grow smaller and smaller up the trail as the scent of burning flesh still tickled his nose. Growled. Looked down at the kid. Sweat drenched. Ragged breath. His own skin felt feverish. His eye pounded with each beat of his heart. Too much time. Too...
  17. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Remains [M]

    Eye wide enough to split open tracked her hobbling off. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. What ever were you thinking, Oh Bearer Mine. It laughed. You know how you get. All drunk on my power. The kid moaned. Green eye back to her. Hoarse and ragged as her blood spurted in weak pumps through the tourniquet...
  18. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Remains [M]

    Garrod sheathed his knife. Lone green eye watched how the blood moved. Trails and pathways across a timeless shell. Like rivers through mountains on the moons. Like sacrificial sigils carved against his skin. Across cold stone floor. Sympathetic suffering. All that blood that had spilled from...
  19. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Remains [M]

    Like petals and leaves scattered by the autumn breeze, motes of red danced about wide eyed Garrod. His lone green eye swollen with all the horror that had just ripped itself into the world. The girl's scream raked across the black of his mind. Daniyah's voice, still rattling through his bones...
  20. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Remains [M]

    A cackle, mad and excited. Spine broken backwards as the sword was heaved back up, blade ran with black blood streaked with silver stars set to fall across the patterned slab. White clawed hand gripped its ragged grasp across the sword's hilt. The girl's face, contorted into a wicked smile...
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