1. Vilen Blackhart

    Dare Drinking the Wrong Juice

    A chuckle crackled out of Vilen as his new friend confessed to usually being distracted during parties. Not because Duscan had said anything particularly funny, but because Vilen was finding it difficult to imagine how one bluffed their way through a simple asking game. He was beginning to...
  2. Vilen Blackhart

    Dare Drinking the Wrong Juice

    Vilen had no qualms about getting off his high stool and following the man to a quieter seat. Except that when his feet hit the floor he veered too far to the left, the lute banging against the corner of something with a hollow twang. Tail swished far to the right to balance a head that was...
  3. Vilen Blackhart

    Dare Drinking the Wrong Juice

    That lanky mongrel Gus wouldn't stop laughing, turning red with the gasps of air he bellowed through. Vilen didn't recognize everyone else at the bar who guffawed along with the joke, he hadn't been in town that long. But he got the gist of the prank that had been played on the youngest of them...
  4. Vilen Blackhart

    Dare Drinking the Wrong Juice

    Vilen had been singing and playing in the corner of the bar since midday - lute in hand, and voice just gravely enough that no one really bothered him with song suggestions. Just then, he was taking a little break, pretending to tune his instrument for a long time with little twists and twangs...
  5. Vilen Blackhart

    Open Before the embers die

    Vilen's precious totem was being dragged through the dirt, and by what? An over-grown pigeon! Tail twisted itself in knots behind him, as he narrowed his eyes at the creature. Not even the adorably unsteady cantor of the child's story, or the grownups who soothed her with practiced hand, could...
  6. Vilen Blackhart

    Open Before the embers die

    What luck, that they had stumbled across the wagon-fires of the Elum, and not some other nastier sort. After a full day of food and news and trade, the only ordeal was being ambushed by the aunties. The older deva women poked Vilen's cheeks and said things like, 'doesn't she look just like...
  7. Vilen Blackhart

    Open Parthelion

    Two rolls. Red eyes tracked the woman's weathered hands as the golden-topped treasures were set down on the counter. Then came the stew in murky yellow slosh against the sides of the wood bowl. No meat. Vilen could tell from the smell of the bowl clattered before him, even spiced strongly as it...
  8. Vilen Blackhart

    Open Parthelion

    The young sister hurried past him, and Vilen feared that he may have committed some unseen sin against the girl. The feeling didn't go away as he slipped through the held door. Hopping on the last step to keep his tail from being clipped, as the the wind saw it closed quick behind the two of...
  9. Vilen Blackhart

    Vilen Blackhart

    Some sort of vagrant.
  10. Vilen Blackhart

    Open Parthelion

    Curse that old man, to not give Vilen a name before sending him on this tiresome errand. He was quick enough to recover, clasping his hands together and bobbing his head in a slight bow. "Expecting me, I am not sure of that," he responded with a meek smile — slight enough not to show the...
  11. Vilen Blackhart

    Open Parthelion

    The sun was high and cold that day. All brilliance and no warmth. Birds unseen sang their high fwee-thwee's in the air. Something low and ground-rooting responded back with a deep-throated call. The mountain meadow was neither in bloom nor in dearth, still and green before the fall of the first...
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