Recent content by Alwyn Ryalor

Alwyn’s ears perked up at the familiar voice addressing directly addressing him, having been too tired to pay too much attention to his surroundings before, and, honestly, as he was now, he was running on fumes, both physically, and emotionally. A pair of tired green eyes poked up and recognized...

As Alwyn slowly recovered his strength and mental ability, so, too, did he regain his anxiety. It was slow at first, simply feeling in his paws for a chain or the soft gold of the locket as he regained feeling to them. Finding nothing, they slowly began to feel themselves over his drenched...

Alwyn filed the information about Private Rhoodie away mentally to use later for motivational purposes, but decided, for now, to continue rewarding her for her obedience as she was meeting his standards. He also decided to be real with her for once, speaking from his own experience with...

Alwyn’s concentration was broken for a moment by the one beast whose opinion he deeply cared about, Finnian, call out for his defeat, but that was all that was needed for Swifttail to begin to push him back as the northern fox hardened and came at him with everything that he had learned-and...

“Well now, seems like Private Rhoodie very much does care about her maintaining her fine appearance. Good! I prefer to use ointments as well.” Reaching down, he picked up one of the bottles, and showed it to the disshelved groups of marines, then picked up a comb and a brush. “Private Rhoodie...

“Finn, be a good lad and get Dr. Ah-Mah-Tis some water, would you?” He asked his son, as he surprisingly gently and carefully supported the wildcat so that he remained in the chair. Once he had stabilized him a little bit, he gave him something of a wry, knowing smile. “Easy there, doctor...you...

Alwyn was nervously tapping his right footpaw on the dock and right handpaw on the wooden railing as struggled to not completely lose his composure. All the training from his kithood, all the additional training in Amarone, all the (limited) guidance his parents and granduncle had ever given him...

Alwyn was indeed forced back by Swifttail’s motions, granted, he was not trying particularly hard as he was spending most of his time thinking, observing, and putting up a cocky facade rather than how he would normally fight. Still, he found himself falling back more towards the edge of the ring...

Alwyn moved slowly, enough so that Finnian could easily follow him, but surely towards one of the piers at the docks, open more for recreation than ship arrival, with various families and beasts checking out the little stalls and shacks on it as a bit of a novelty at the end of the day of...

Alwyn could tell he was getting what he wanted out of Swifttail, but it looked like he just barely managed to pull back at the last minute. That was a little interesting, he had a bit more restraint than he anticipated or perhaps some of the training he had received had focused a bit on the...

Alwyn circled Swifttail, moving from side to side, angling his blade from left, to center, then to right again, like one of the great golden eagles of the Mahsterious Sathern Continent stalking any unfortunate beast that happened upon their path. Like Swifttail, his eyes were hard, but they were...

“Yes sir!” Alwyn replied dutifully, then immediately went to assist the wildcat. After Finnian used the bath salts to try to revive the downed “doctor”, he quickly checked to make sure his breathing was okay, then turned him a little bit on his side, facing away from him, for now, as he had been...

Alwyn was broadly satisfied with the weasel’s answer, then turned his eyes to the other recruits who were in all sorts of various dissheveled states. He continued speaking “And it seems like she is not the only one who does not know. Kitsune help us, what do we have here…” he turned to a short...

Alwyn mostly listened, patiently and with interest, as Finnian recounted his stories and brightened up as he wolfed down the dinner before him like a fox thrice his size. Poor thing-he must have been so malnourished until joining the Hide and even then he knew Navy ships were usually not this...

Alwyn, unlike the rest of the crowd, remained silent, watching both his son and Swifttail with sharp green eyes as they engaged in yet another round of combat, making observations of them both. When it was clearly finished, he raised his right paw and the crowd quieted down as he firmly...