Recent content by Garrod Arlette

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...

A simple question seemed to stop Garrod in his glum tracks. A laugh, like the huff of a proud little flame, left him. "That we do," he said in regard to their schedule, his bashful smile grew all the more. "And that we did," he added about their appetite. Her arm looped about his again, and...

Garrod's lone green eye darted toward Darkstride. Widened a margin at the sight of their hackles raised, and the ferocity in her stance. As if a beast in a pack, he could feel the hairs at the back of his neck rise. The corner of his lips turn to snarl, and the chords of his flesh tense with a...

Angry. It almost sounded like hungry to the hunter. Something you know all too well, Oh Bearer Mine. Still, he but listened on. Gave a nod as the young woman pressed her feelings into words. Sorrow. Rage. How oft the two did cross. Threads, twined to the same fate. Till the blade came...

"Right," Garrod's brow twist as he looked over the glass vials, and crossed his arms over his chest as he weighed things set upon the scales of his mind. Lechies had picked her supply so quickly. Knew exactly what she would need, and had it ready and packed before he had even settled and made...

A nod. "Good," he said. Lost in the ash of the incident. The feeling in his right hand still tingled back from whatever blazing numbness overtook it. An obsession, burrowing into the back of his mind. Remove the gauntlet. It seemed to scratch. Remove your arm. He huffed another breath as...

"A casualty of flair," he joked alongside her. "Worse things to pretend to be," he trailed off. Were there worse things than hunter of monsters? A catchpole. He smirked at how easy that had come, and then his eye was caught by a shimmering sigil. Its bright glow painted a full smile across...

A weird grin crept across the hunter's face. "Salt and fish, huh?" he had a little laugh. "Never heard that one before," his canine poked out from his lips. "Garlic, silver, a stake through the heart, water blessed by a god of light," he gave a slow nod as they kept their pace. "Spose salt and...

"Often enough," he confessed with a hint of pride. "Made a bit of a name for myself bringing Mendi his haul back in the day," Took a second bite that got him past the halfway point. He made quick work of the bite before he went on. Minded his manners, if just a little more amidst current...