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Aiken Brudenell & Adelyn Ufrey Aiken hadn’t quite been used as a prop before, the way Kilaris had pulled him around. He wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it. Of course, he offered a weak smile for the attention, dutifully retrieving his notes to take down the Minister’s heroic quote. It was...

@Orina Emberkin @Dusk Rainblade @Talinn Ryalor Adelyn seemed unaware of Aiken’s displeasure, or else paid it little heed. As Dusk drew close, she shared a grin with the older vixen, sparing a look over at Aiken as she sipped from her glass. In the end it all timed out well, letting her catch...

@Dusk Rainblade @Talinn Ryalor The stoat stared down at Talinn, at this scheming, duplicitous, petty monster of a beast, his eyes hardening once again as the fox made quibble about his title. It was true that Aiken had slipped up, another falter in etiquette brought on by the conditions of his...

@Dusk Rainblade @Talinn Ryalor Whatever ease Aiken had acquired in his conversation with the minister melted away as her husband and his entourage of bodyguards approached. The beast was in a wheelchair, looking stiff in such a way that Aiken could only guess at the extent of his injuries. But...

@Dusk Rainblade The stoat smiled back at Dusk, unease giving way to a real confidence as the minister spoke with him on the level. Off the record, sure, but more than he figured many others from the Smelt had ever gotten. His tail perked up, feeling suddenly somehow more important in the grand...

The party at the opera house was the sort of thing journalists dreamed of. Everyone who was anyone was there – military officers, government officials, industry magnates and socialites. Aiken hadn’t taken his chances getting himself access. More senior representatives for the Smelt could cut...

Aiken's nose twitched - as much for the words his sister brought close to whisper as the vomitty smell that still clung to her. Still, he kept in close, trying to match the softness of her tone, though he ended up speaking a bit more clearly, more loudly - enough that Caden would certainly be...

Aiken stayed silent, embarrassed as the others offered to pay, but unwilling or unable to find words for himself. For her part, Yfanti sighed. It was clear she hadn't expected the others to offer to pay instead. "Don't fall over yourselves - it's not much, just a few gilders for the laudanum...

Aiken stepped back slightly, giving space to Berchar so he could work on Caden’s injury. He hadn't the stomach for medical work, and the look and sound of pain did little for it. Still nearby when the questions came his way, he did his best to stand tall and look professional. “My job, of...

(Co-post between me and Caden) Aiken still felt awkward. Of course, he thought he probably should. It was his fault Daniil and Caden had gotten into this mess. The stoat winced at the thought – at nothing in particular, it would seem, the pain in his leg having long faded to a sort of subtle...

Aiken got to making himself useful as soon as he could, slipping along the other side of the table to meet Caden and the newcomer, standing a ways back to be directed as the beast saw fit - hopefully being a healer or doctor of some sort, given his appearance in the apothecary with a doctor's...

The Vengeful Blood of our blood, spirit of our spirit Sprang from that soil, for whose sake they bled Against the vested powers, chaos, and alien factions We lead the fight for the freedom and for bread Faction Info: Type:Street Gang Ideology:Vulpine Supremacy / ‘Vulpinism’ Size:~50...

Calaisee Lewyre Age24 (Born Milarkus 9th 1740) SpeciesFox SexFemale BuildTall and strong SKILLS: PhysicalMentalSocial Brawling [Trained] (2)Awareness [Trained] (2)Intimidation [Trained] (2) Knife Fighting [Trained] (2)First Aid [Novice] (1)Mockery and Deception [Trained] (2)...

Aiken didn't know what to think of his sister's responses, her transformation into this other beast. This "Bluddfang" persona. On the surface he tried to smile back to her. On another level he winced, still, wondering how much trouble she was getting herself into. He knew his sister had...

The ferret kept working through Daniil's pain or drug fueled delusions, focused on the task at hand. The only changes in her expression were bouts of frustration, trying to sew his wound closed in the dim light, with slippery, blood-stained paws. She didn't immediately react to the newcomer's...