Recent content by Arthur Barrett

Arthur slowly wiped his paw down the front of his face, attempting to regain his professional composure. "Good evening, Elliot," he said, pushing himself up to stand. "It has been only a day since we pulled you out of the water -- it is the second bell, five fifteen. You'll excuse my... Over...

Arthur's long tail gave a brisk flick of satisfaction... and yet his face held a wistful smile. It was a kind gesture from Amnesty. In all truthfulness, there were things he wanted to share with her. There were certain difficulties in life that were difficult to imagine without encountering it...

Then it had been a slow death. Poison then, was likely -- but Arthur didn't inquire further. He had already decided that Amnesty wasn't the malicious type, and therefore, did not intend to prolong suffering. Rather, whatever suffering happened came about by the pressing circumstances, and was...

@Elliot Berkshaw Arthur steadied himself on the bulkhead, and looked down at the smaller mouse in his hammock. He flicked his tail in thought -- he had been healing rather well, hadn't he? Perhaps it'd be best to let him keep his arm mobile. With a curt nod of agreement, he lowered a paw to...

Arthur frowned with concern as Amnesty choked on her tea, and let out a half hearted chuckle. It occurred to him to say something to the tune of, "Did 'e make noises like that after ya stuck 'im in the back?" -- but good heavens, no. That was far too macabre. A curious wave of sorrow washed...

Though Arthur could have kept raining blows down on the weasel, he was worried that too many to the head might kill him. That would be quite the charge to explain, wouldn't it? But there also wasn't much sport in beating Coddy's face to a pulp. It'd just be more work for Berchar, anyways. But...

Though other beasts may have been more gentle in their approach, Arthur was... a difficult beast. He had little patience for foolishness. Arthur's muzzle suddenly split into a grin, and he let out a dismissive laugh -- though it was hard to tell what he was laughing at, Amnesty or her notion...

Anger. Incredulity. Defensiveness. Honesty. Arthur had drawn out all that he suspected lay under the surface. At her admission, a cold and hateful fire lit in his eyes. "Fitting." The marten took a deep breath, and sat further upright on the table. "Vulsk didn't formally declare war on your...

In the moment, the marten had steeled himself as he had on the shores of Urk. Though the loss of dibbuns was always a poignant subject, he forbid his mind to wander back to the Winter War, or to Rosamund. A dark expression washed over his face, and he sat frighteningly still. Arthur had quite...

Arthur had only seen facial expressions like that in a pawful of situations, and he met her gaze with grim intensity. He listened intently and wordlessly, his expression unreadable for a moment. There was no favor in his eyes -- and yet, there was no judgement either. He merely listened. The...

Arthur felt his shoulder connect with Coddy's hip. Instantly, he wrapped his arms around the weasel's legs, and took him down into the dirt. "Mmmmgghhh!!!" he growled in pain, feeling the blows land on his recently stitched shoulders. For a second time, the stitches tore loose -- and if Coddy...

"Nineteen." In his mind, Arthur pieced together a short timeline. Amnesty must have been in her mid twenties. That made two-ish years unaccounted for, and Amnesty had already given a rough outline of what those years entailed. He perched his elbows up, holding his tea under his nose as he...

Catching sight of the pained expression, Arthur looked off modestly out one of the port windows. He'd opened the wound rather clumsily, and nobeast wanted to be gawked at in their sorrows. Swifttail jumped to mind, and the marten opened his muzzle to quickly recommend they connect over their...

Guarding. Tails could be deceptive, but the ears were a window into the soul. Arthur reneged his dismissal. He'd touched on something painful, and his curiosity peaked. Perhaps he could return the favor, and offer some comfort? Hardly a beast on the ship had a normal past. The Navy was like a...

Arthur's fur bristled as Coddy entered the ring, the marten's eyes locking on him with spite. How anyone could hurt such a kindhearted beast (and such a small one at that) incensed him. Several choice words came to his mind -- but he shook his head and discarded them. They'd be wasted on a beast...