Recent content by Arthur Barrett

With Amnesty's help, Arthur felt alive. It were as if he were back in the surgery wards at Pyrostoat with a team of doctors. Good heavens, he wasn't operating on a wing and a prayer anymore! The vixen was quite efficient, and it freed him to tend to other tasks. Seemingly, she had already taken...

"Hello there..." Arthur said genially, looking down at the poor battered mouse in his infirmary. "You're in rough shape now, aren't ya?" he asked. Though the mouse seemed to be addressing Finnian, there were other more pertinent matters at hand. Lifting the mouse's head gently in his paws, the...

Arthur could have taken care of his own wounds -- he certainly knew how. Unfortunately, the marten was low enough that he had simply given up. He was ashamed that for the second day in a row, he'd crashed dependantly on someone else's care. "Mmmfh... y-y'didn't sign up for thish..." he...

Arthur held the fox tightly in an embrace, and let out a soft sigh. He wasn't an affectionate beast by any means... but even stodgy old pine martens need a hug every now and then. As they drew apart, a faint measure of pain lay on his face as he listened to the todd speak. Just the mention of...

Arthur moved at a determined -- but comparatively leisurely -- pace towards the infirmary. As he ducked under the bulkhead into his workspace, he marveled. For the first time, he was treating a casualty with a skilled assistant. There were no other beasts to triage or treat, no chaotic battle...

Poor Berchar's pleading was ignored as the marten made contact with Coddy. While Arthur had quite the skill for picking arguments and goading others into verbal conflict... this was certainly his first time trying to egg someone on into physical conflict. Wasn't "yellow bellied" one of the...

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...