Recent content by Garrod Arlette

Garrod felt his lips crook at their corner. A polite dip of the head to Master Alek's. "Happy to," he asured, and turned his green gaze unto Allos, his smile just a touch wider, as the father shared a bit of wisdom with his son. "Clever clever, might last for ever," he said the old cant Sinns...

For one who enjoyed slow music, Sam had a lot to say. Garrod cleared his throat, and rolled his shoulder. His true hand pressed against the shoulder of his false arm. The plates of the demon arm clicked and clacked. Parts opened, and fins flared, ever just. As if the limb was breathing...

"No... i suppose it wouldn't" he said with a soft smile. Garrod's lone eye looked down at the book, looked back up at Sam. "Garrod," he said simply, and offered the tome back. "Garrod Arlette," Thought Sam's words over once more with a quirked brow. "Why?" he grinned. "Have you not heard?"...

It was peculiar. Just how much this little being had fit unto the page. Detail after detail woven and tied together. Flying. Synchrony. Symmetry. All rather fascinating really. Almost overwhelming to the the Yaegir. At least when he tried to take it all in at once. With the world about him...

Garrod's calm and friendly air remained as he watched the private crowd before him take in the tale so far. A sheepish smile at the young master's disappointment, but he was glad to see his father had the good sense to dissuade such romantic ideas. While the adventurer's life had its share of...

All of this. Attention. Their interest in him and the things he had to say. A story, yes. He had told those before. Seen the way they turn the ear, and catch a glimmer in the eyes. How they might stir a person. To act. To hide. To fight. Sinns had told him stories. Bitter as medicine. Had...

"Will do," Garrod gestured with a tilt of his head and a raise of the coupe in his hand. It had not been lost on him that he held the delicate glass in his changed hand. Gloved and long sleeved as it was. Half of him expected to hear the whispers. The voice of his passenger. Who had been so...

It was a warm thing to watch. The boy, Caymus, and Lechies, tit for tatting. Warm enough to crest a smile across his lips, and squint his eye with kindling joy. "Would seem I'm the only fool who'd heed the healer," Garrod said as an aside. Whence Apricot approached, and announced the...

In the creature's clutches, Garrod felt the pull of mortality in his chest. The string of his fate, taught before the thing's fangs. Down they went. With a cold shiver and a gasp. Sunk straight into his flesh. Hypodermic points plunged easy and deep, and the yaegir felt his spine run with ice...

"At your back," Garrod assured, his eye wide as it watched the swirl of the mists, the play of light against the silver strands as the last rays of sunlight bled into dusk. He could hear the sound of paws scrabbling at the earth. Felt his hands come tight around the long handle of his weapon...

The sound of her laugh caught cool in his ear. Like a cool southern breeze, come sweep across the shores of his mind. It made him smile all the more. "It grows on you," he said, his voice lifted with a lanternlight warmth. Her eyes caught his and held on to his gaze. "Wouldn't want to ruin...

Well, this was new. He found himself thinking. The two of them, just, getting to be. Sharing food and thought and. Oh. His cheeks reddened as she weighed the question. Her laugh re-curled his smile, and he nod before he took another bite of the custard filled cake. "Limits," he echoed. Nod...

"Garrod," the Yaegir said, round as old embers, well kept. His green eye stayed fixed upon the flicker of the flame that burned between them. Watched it's tongue wave and shift. Each peek a path traced in the wind. A log of kindling gave to the fire. A split in the fibers of the limb turned...

A sharp clawed hand was trapped betwixt the wolf's ivory teeth. Vampiric blood gushed out from the fresh-made wound. A smile spread across the woman's face. Her red eyes glowed bright beneath the cowl of her cloak as the fibers of her ruined appendage knit themselves back together. Her left...

Garrod couldn't help but smile. Passed down the last bite of the confection, and wiped away at the crumbs and sticky sweetness that coated bits of his lips and the sides of his mouth. "Guilty," he said, and worked some of the sugar stuck to the tip his thumb with a kiss of his lips. A warm laugh...