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Aran Mateu blinked at the noises around him, the shouts from his fellow soldiers and the jeers from the crowd all mingling together, to the point where he couldn't tell who wanted him alive and who wanted him dead. Maybe they'd all always wanted him dead. After all, why send him here if they...

Aran Mateu's vision swam as he struggled to recover from the object that had collided with his head. He heard Rhana nearby, saw her in fuzzy triplicate as his vision danced, but he was having trouble narrowing down which was her. 'Gates, the world was drifting around him, gravity all akimbo...

(Thread synopsis: the army has been sent into the Slups for a show of force, and the situation threatens to get volatile. Feel free to jump in to help - or to make it worse :3) Aran Mateu caught a tomato on his shield and briefly wondered where the beast throwing it had found it, how they'd...

Aran Mateu kept his face straight, even as his stomach lurched at the description of their duties. His mind went to stories of the occupation, when Vulpinsulan forces would go into towns in the middle of the night and haul away supposed insurgents and troublemakers. The way her parents told it...

Aran Mateu listened to the conflicting views from his fellow recruits, their warnings shifting his perspective sharply. He'd heard stories about how the Alkamarians had maintained discipline in Miklarian cities after the pleuchãonhs, the first invasion of the homeland. They'd coopted the Thanes...

Aran Mateu Jan Vidal listened, stone-faced, to the Colonel's welcome to Pricklee Point. The fresh-faced, naive recruit who had entered the Bully Harbor Training Grounds was gone; Aran Mateu had beaten out that side of himself with a brick wrapped in a sock. That display had done the trick; he'd...

As Aran Mateu followed the pair to the sleeping marteness, he felt like he was going to be sick. Looking down at her sleeping form only made it worse. She suspected nothing; she'd gone to sleep without a fear of reprisal from anyone in the unit, much less the marten who had given her a ques...

Aran Mateu had been laying awake, his mind churning with the thought of what was to come that night. Could he really attack another marten who had done nothing more than show up one of his friends in training? Was Thalia even his friend? Was Tomas? They'd been nice to him, but maybe they were...

Aran Mateu's eyes widened at the pair's warnings, trying to parse through all of the myriad aspects. "Wait," he asked, lowering his voice. "There are beasts who hate foreigners and foxes both? But isn't the Imperium fox-majority, or fox-run at least? The Empress is a fox." He glanced over at...

Aran Mateu started at the origin of the dice. Did sharks even have bones, he wondered? Would they be like fish bones, all thin and bendy? He couldn't imagine that making for good dice. Then again, even if Thalia was making the story up, it was still a good one, and she still had the dice. So, he...

Aran Mateu struggled to follow the conversation for a moment; Vulpinsulan speech had such a strange manner of winding through several topics at once, and even after so many years in the Imperium, he sometimes found himself hard pressed to follow the thread of narrative. It took him a solid...

Aran Mateu watched the pair interact, intrigued by something in their body language. Were they perhaps...? He knew that such was permitted among the Vulpinsulans, though he'd never known anyone with such preferences before. Miklar was more traditional when it came to such things; while a certain...

Aran Mateu felt his fur bristle at the slur, and he decided against mentioning the ganive tipal knife and stick pair he'd stashed under his pillow. "I'll take my chances," he stated shortly. He paused, considering pointing out that he wasn't Alkamarian, but instead he moved on. Something told...

Aran Mateu had taken longer to scrub his uniform than most, treating it with care to rub with the weave and not against it, and that cost him in time to pick a bunk. His eyes scanned the options, dismayed by what he saw. If he bunked just under the banner, would it be seen as performative, given...

Aran Mateu reconsidered his statement as well. Was it worth making enemies here? Then again, it seemed like he was doomed to it by proximity either way. If he tried to stand alone, he'd wind up with no allies, and these Vulpinsulans seemed inclined to make enemies just to pass the time. Being a...