Recent content by Aran Mateu Jan Vidal

The Jan Vidal family stood in stunned silence for a moment as the Colonel made a very gracious yet quite abrupt exit. Mr. Jan Vidal looked to his son quizzically, switching back to their native tongue. "What was that about? Did we offend him?" "I don't know, father," Aran Mateu admitted. "Maybe...

Mr. Jan Vidal chuckled sympathetically at the elder's recollection as, having found a fabric to match the damaged section of the Colonel's coat, he began pinning and folding it around the damage, measuring out the fabric needed. "Making beautiful tings is de highest job afteř wařřioř in Miklař...

Mr. Jan Vidal chuckled at the question. It seemed to be a common mannerism to him, almost his default; there was a joviality to the man not to be found in his more serious son. "Yes yes şir!" he confirmed enthusiastically. "De Vulpine Impeřium is veřy good to us. De beasts ğere are true...

"It is ouř ğouř... ouř ğoř... ouř ğon-eř," Md. Jan Vidal overpronounced at last as she navigated a set of phonemes not in her native tongue, blushing a little at her fumble. Trying to save some face, she busted away to the kitchen in the back of the shop while her husband carefully placed the...

Aran Mateu looked up sharply, his suspicions confirmed outright. De do bem MAUL. He wondered if this fox knew the fear his kind inspired in the Miklarians. He wondered if the Colonel had participated in it. Aran Mateu nonetheless pushed open the door to his parents' shop. It was beautifully...

Aran Mateu looked up at the Colonel, those dark eyes of his growing wide. He was quiet for a moment before he stated, "If I may, şir. I..." He hesitated before stating, "It is not like most beasts to know the difference between an Alkamarian and Miklarian. Most I meet have never heard of our...

Aran Mateu hesitated, caught by his question. His mind flashed to his mother and father, his lho and mar, and the home they had built there. They loved him dearly, they made sure he was fed and clothed, allowed him to wear his Miklarian styles and kept them in good repair, even when it caused...

Aran Mateu glanced at the Colonel as they walked down the road, heading for his family's shop. He could see it near the end of this row, brightly painted in vibrant yellow. That was a Miklarian color; the yellow star-thistle, which grew so prolifically over the Oldein Mountains, was held close...

Aran could see the struggle in the Colonel as he grappled with that question. It was not an easy one by any stretch. The answer, in the end, did not surprise him. It was clear that this man's allegiances had transferred, at least in part, to his new country, and his sense of duty demanded...

Aran Mateu listened quietly to the Colonel's reasoning, weighing it carefully. He supposed he should feel grateful that the Imperium had taken him and his parents in after the Miklarian Dons and Thanes had betrayed their own movement for political expediency. Given the history between the...

Aran Mateu moved around the alley, gathering up his family's fallen possessions. He listened as the old fox mused, suspicion growing in his mind that he was right. This fox was certainly a veteran of one of the wars, though he hadn't spoken any Alkamarian or Miklarian yet. That didn't preclude...

Aran Mateu's eyes widened as the Colonel tore his jacket, using it to bandage the marten's wound. Well, now he had very little in the way of choice. He'd have to repair the jacket, to make up for the damage done. His parents would surely lose their minds, though, when they'd found out he'd...

The foxes hardly seemed to need told twice. Two of them ran, while the rest at least got their compatriots off the ground and helped them to hobble away, all clutching their injuries. As soon as they were gone, Aran Mateu dared to breathe and regretted it as pain lanced up his side. He looked...

The foxes were beginning to realize that they were outclassed, a thought that terrified them just enough that they foolhardily drove themselves harder. They seemed convinced that their superior numbers would win out if they could only get a lucky blow. As one rolled on the ground clutching at...

Cal and her gang seemed to shrink together, grouping up for protection. "Cal, why's 'e comin' after us?" one whined. "Yeah," another agreed. "'E's a soldier, en't 'e? 'Ey're supposed t' kill kharries." "I am not Alkamari!" Aran Mateu shouted, baring his teeth at them as he shifted his stance...