Recent content by Alwyn Ryalor

Alwyn cursed under his breath as Finnian hesitated, or, perhaps was already so delirious from the smoke as to not comprehend what he wanted him to do. The fire was rising, and there was not much time to act. Just like the situation with Caden and Daniil, he had to quickly pick between a bunch of...

Alwyn was about to loose his cool with the arrogant, simpleton Maitre’d potentially ruining his chances with the stunning beautiful and sweet country vixen, even standing up and positioning himself between her and the stoat protectively, before the Vice Minister arrived and properly dealt with...

Alwyn was waiting for Finnian to reply when suddenly he felt a sensation in his tail and the crashing of glass. Instinctively, he shoved the young foxkit protectively behind him, then spun around, poleaxe and voice at the ready to dispense orders, death, and justice. So brazen an attack at such...

Alwyn bit back a retort and instead caught himself sighing despite his efforts to remain stoic as his mother made another one of her remarks. He even actually checked his gown, despite knowing it was properly tied, such was the effect that his mother had on him. Grumbling slightly under his...

Alwyn remained quiet and submissive, trying to give Lorcan some sort of credibility as an officer. This was perhaps the most crucial stage of the plan, getting their equipment back, although getting out without causing any casualties...or...rather, deaths, would be tricky as well. He was not a...

Alwyn and his squad turned the corner to the street at breakneck speed, only to be greeted by a disaster in the making. As he feared, even with only a few minutes passing since the rocket was fired, the building was already engulfed in flames. Worse, he heard the shout of there being a kit up in...

Alwyn was in a typhoon of emotions as he led his squad of twelve beasts, in full uniform, polished plate, red plumes and cloaks, towards the Opera House-he even included Daniil for extra measure, though he was still more of a trainee than a proper Guardsman. He had been ever since rescuing...

Alwyn barely kept his composure under control as put both names together by the golden-furred todd. It could not be. The Falun Furotazzi, the notorious co-leader of the Harbor’s most powerful crime family, along with his sister. And, as only members of the Ryalor inner circle and perhaps Falun...

Alwyn let himself relax a little as Dusk comforted him by instinct, remembering the happier days that their family had once had. She was actually being comforting for once, and, seemingly, without any of her comments. For a few moments, he was genuinely content and happy, until the “but” moment...

Alwyn was, for the most part, since the Hide had returned from Urk, a mess. Not so much because of his eventual new posting on it to train up the new marines, nor his meeting with the cute foxkit Finnian, nor even the very gruff and short greeting between him and his father, but from what had...

Alwyn tensed up, more than he had during the entire time at the bar or in combat on the streets, when he heard that knock on his door. Every son in the world knew by heart how their mother rapped on their doors, and even through the decades of training since he was a kit, it could still rattle...

Alwyn nodded, as much to reassure himself that the plan would work as he did to signal approval to Lorcan, as the other todd answered correctly. Closing the door of the cell behind them and then locking it, he handed the precious keys to Lorcan, then snapped the manacle shut around his own paws...

Alwyn merely nodded back to his cousin, glad that he and Caden were able to choose this path, this time. Daniil had been shielded from the more nefarious acts of the family due to the trauma in his kithood, or, perhaps, he had avoided confronting them, so consumed was he by his own internal...

Alwyn nodded gratefully at Caden, any frustration he might have had from earlier going away as relief washed over him. He valued his relationship with his cousin. Picking up Veltra, and swinging her over his uninjured shoulder, he suppressed a wince from his own wound-it hurt like hell, but, he...

Alwyn knew that Caden was right, of course, the proper thing to do would be to smother the old todd, and, honestly, he deserved it. Who knows how many poor beasts he and his comrades had killed, dumped in the sewers of the Slups, over the years? ‘Gates, he probably had helped to orchestrate or...