1. Valborast Valchek

    Private Balms of Poison to the Blameful

    At the first words, Valborast settled his shoulders into the brooding angles of conspirators. Shifting left and right, mulling over the correctness of what was being spoken. Seeing eyes dart to scabbard lined with silver to bind and seal what thrummed with his doppler ego. That did serve egos...
  2. Valborast Valchek

    Private Balms of Poison to the Blameful

    "Ode to the owners of nights, these shades of red mine," Valborast intoned from elevation of tree limb. His sickle gleamed out in curling away and returned to nestle within his swashes of crimson. He remained stiff upon the tree branch, still, column of his colour. Eyes fixed as if wronged by...
  3. Valborast Valchek

    Open A Festival of Lights

    Valborast's nails did tap against the glass, one two three. He looked to the steam rising from the warming drink, swirled his own as if mirroring the movement of Hector who did ask. "Just try and as best you can you strike where you can this time, long rule games another," Valborast did say, a...
  4. Valborast Valchek

    Open A Festival of Lights

    Single path of bootprints pressed clear in snow, pointed and parallel in track and trace, no return from the dartboard in the white, tread as if the man had filtrated into the frosting wind at pocked corkboard. Or had passed on and through it, as if the path did not care for being halted by a...
  5. Valborast Valchek

    Private Familiar With The Beasts

    Much as piercing spears of light did rescind their punctures and lapse darkness in lieu of those plunging illuminations, life here had withdrawn a mindful presence to make verdancy abound and flourish. Signs of that old reign in the hallmarks of the absence, compelled to writhe in the undoing...
  6. Valborast Valchek

    Private Balms of Poison to the Blameful

    Invading strike sank deep and rumble in grizzly throat shot back, the sound wide arcing as head did turn and bray at forest full of camouflages with ears that knew hiding and stalking. Fish full, arrow lodged, the bear rose to full height to gain vantage to see the striker as it made it's...
  7. Valborast Valchek

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    Valborast did stay silent, allowing the silence mark that he had indeed listened. No quick word to summarise, no quick wit to seal it with his remark upon. Even the cigarette within his finger remained still, the embers did simmer with it's dancing ribbon. Pitter patter that showed hint of...
  8. Valborast Valchek

    Private Familiar With The Beasts

    Grins of sharpness gleaming from the vacillating gloom were all too familiar to Valborast. He came from a home where no sky did yawn with cloud and light of moon, star or sun, just a canopy of stone. Endless swathes of ridging shadows made home to things unknown that saw and lurked and seethed...
  9. Valborast Valchek

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    "I'd assume no less," Valborast said, reaching for bottle underhanded, allowing it to slide into his palm and wrist as one might slip an implement of stabbing into lurking wielding. A sound of the slosh of red suppressed with a twist of the sleeve, concealing bottle below his draperies. Sleeves...
  10. Valborast Valchek

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    A flash of a bite into a cork, a canine centre in Val's eye with a talon clutched in peripheral did quick replace what past associations he had with that combination. Quickly flowing into salute of his own, a small dip of the head, eyes closed, opening again to the grey outside. Nonchalant...
  11. Valborast Valchek

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    A nodding, as if all was in accord in the planning already, all laid out to a future terrible time. His hands now free of cigarettes did make a movement as if trying to shirk attention, as if Petra had noticed some sleight of hand mid trick. He gave out detail, giving playful begrudging to his...
  12. Valborast Valchek

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    Valborast listened keenly, yet gave no sign he was except his eyebrows. They did not frown and pinch in rapid reaction as was his habit. His eyes to the rain, to the boot that did snap at the puddle, then back to rain, hiding the glance within the pace of time. His frame still as the cold...
  13. Valborast Valchek

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    No pass of the cigarette accepted or acknowledged. Valborast's fingers were within his own cigarette, cherry smouldering, eyes out to the rain, smoke avoiding the cold of the falling droplets. The smoke was hers to gesture and breathe with, Valborast wouldn't deny prop or hazing after mentioning...
  14. Valborast Valchek

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    "I am no-one's lovely assistant," Valborast said, giving no outburst or look aside from the eyes and brow flashing a simple begged question. 'Really now?' He dismissed the offer of the cigarette back, not in disgust, but almost as a prelude, as if to say, don't worry, give me a moment. "He...
  15. Valborast Valchek

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    Valborast turned the coin of a name over in his voice as if it were a trick of the fingers. "Tolen, Tolen? Tolen," he said, flashing a Petra a glance, as if thankful for an enemy's name, as if trying to recollect a grudge correctly. He slipped the cigarette within his lips, gave a sneer which...
  16. Valborast Valchek

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    Valborast spoke as if he were a scorned acupuncturist and each plosive were his needles: “The peacock has been firmly plucked on this one.” Valborast used his shoulders to communicate how much he wished to shrug this experience away from him, communicating his immediate reaction for the...
  17. Valborast Valchek

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Valborast's eyes were but a flash of appreciation for the conspiracy indulged, lest more betray the lies being woven between himself and Wilbur given creedance by Matvi's well placed garnishing of words. Instead, gentle mutterings between Valborast and Wilbur as thank yous were smothered for the...
  18. Valborast Valchek

    Open Pick Your Poison

    The door did spill forth it's theatre goers, a babble of praise chortled into the air from the brightly coloured and well feathered hats that were slow to be removed. Praise concerning plays on words and words in plays that did set Valborast's eyes to shut in wincing at their inaccurate recital...
  19. Valborast Valchek

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Xenovia's words were irksome to Valborast, interpreted as a snub. The port was cradled, the surface now afforded chance to gain turbulence as it was allowed to find imbalance in the glass. Tens of darts of possible retorts did fly in his mind. All too sharp and piercing, all too fierce for such...
  20. Valborast Valchek

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Valborast admired the control of the pour, well practiced and considered, as if such treatment of the ruby red might provide satisfaction all it's own. And to the Dusker's eyes, it did much to slake some need for mindfulness around them. Valborast let the libation settle a moment as the senses...
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