Recent content by Arthur Barrett

Arthur's eyes drifted shut for a moment. Simply laying down made it harder for him to stay awake -- especially with the warm embers at his back, and the warm hearth on his side. He suddenly went limp, dozing off for a split second. "Huzza...? Ish not t'morrah! I got... 'nother monf. I fink...

Arthur's throat tightened as he listened to the Todd's story. Awkward beast that he was, there was a depth to him behind the marble exterior. His eyes moistened, and he raised a paw silently to wipe at his face. "They were cruel years..." he whispered hoarsely, reminiscing about his...

As the tail fwapped him between the eyes, Arthur flinched backwards with a startled laugh. He wobbled drunkenly on the fireplace hearth, before catching himself with a paw. Playful as he was, the jerboa's sharper tone ebbed the smile from his face. Clearly, his nosiness had crossed a line...

The marten held onto the chair as the room spun. The alcohol had sunk it's teeth into him now, and was in it's later stages of affect. Nevertheless, he was surprisingly lucid for such a drunk person, and seemed to hang on every word Thistle spoke. At the end of Thistle's speech, the marten...

Arthur chuffed a little, a wry smile curling at the edges of his muzzle. He knew he'd caught the jerboa by surprise with his appearance, and seemed to take a mild pleasure in having caught him off guard. Though all things considered, Arthur had far greater reason to feel embarrassed. Lacking...

Well THAT wasn't how he expected things to go down. First, his new aide directing the rescue efforts before he could even open his muzzle? AND Lieutenant Songfox barking orders and taking charge? The marten was left SPEECHLESS! He sat back to watch the situation unfold, jaw agape -- while an...

Arthur was still feeling rather sore from discussing these things again, but Berchar's company was perhaps more healing than he realized. The marten abandoned the topic for a moment, and reached out with a paw to poke and assault the jerboa's side. "Ooohhh you've got a guilty conshenseh! ...are...

( D: This is not what I wanted at all, scrapping this idea until we can workshop it a little. )

It all happened so fast. Before Arthur could even register what was happening, Kinza bolted across the deck and dove over the railing. The poor marten's muzzle dropped agape. He couldn't believe it. "Aww hellgates..." he groaned. Dashing over to the railing, he looked over the edge to survey...

Arthur looked on reverently as the todd brought out the tome. Such an artefact was sacred in his eyes, and he listened somberly to the fox explain his family history. The marten earnestly seemed interested in the todd's life -- and though he couldn't explain why, it certainly wasn't mere pity...

Internally, the marten's heart sheared in two. How could one stand against such questions of motives? "I... I don't know anymor' Ber..." he said in a small, hoarse whisper. "Washit fer --" he cleared his throat. "Washit fer me? Shore, it'da been great. Arshur Barrett. Shavior of the Shlüps...

Finding it easier to not make eye contact, Arthur continued his study of the crew. He made no response to Amnesty's inquiry, but sent her a knowing smile. Pausing to think, he began to introduce the crew. "Well... there's Mr. Songfox, our newest lieutenant. Quite the talented singer, and a...

Arthur's ears folded behind his head, and he gazed listlessly into the flames that had flickered back to life. Berchar had earned the right to know... But he needed to collect his thoughts. With a sigh, he began to speak. "During the Winter War, I shpent most of my time in the field...

Arthur was like a gleeful little school boy making jokes behind the teacher's back. The marten cleared his throat with a slight flush, and found something innocuous to study on the deck. "Yes! Well! Ermherm... The patient is rather... ...incorrigible, I'm afraid. Quite the lost cause. He ended...

"... something greater again." Arthur's ears perked. The vixen's story was yet to be told... and out of sheer embarrassment over his drunken escapades, he hadn't the audacity to ask. But there was no hiding her professional training -- or her gentleness to help a stranger. The marten's mind...