Recent content by Berchar Fleetfoot

“What in the world...Coddy?!" Stumbling from his bedroom-come-closet into the ramshackle living quarters of their shared apartment, Berchar stared first with confusion, then mounting dread, at the back of the weasel who was half-leaning out of the window with a leer of delight at the unfolding...

There was something to be learned, here, he was certain of it. Beneath Berchar’s evident surprise that a princess should behave as Pomodu did (why he remained so after the manner of their meeting he did not know), there was...something about her earnestness. She appeared to all intents and...

Ears and tail folded neatly so as to take up as little space inside the restaurant, Berchar listened in silent fascination. Pirates had rarely been a concern of his, so rarely had he spent time at sea, but that did not mean the threat had never been made obvious: this gentlefox was walking a...

As Pomodu settled herself on the floor Berchar was possessed for a moment by indecision. Out of sheer necessity the red panda had found it the only option, but would taking a chair seem churlish, or worse, disrespectful to a princess of all beasts? Even if he was to take a seat chances were his...

Giving Arthur the gentlest pat he could manage on his undamaged shoulder with a still-damp paw, the jerboa offered him a sympathetic nod as he listened. The poor fellow had well and truly gotten himself into a state: it was good fortune indeed that fate had put them together like this and...

Hopping into the room with a polite nod and bow to his new instructor, the jerboa appraised the piano in silence for a moment. Oh, it was a thing of beauty, so much like he remembered, if somewhat smaller; large as the instrument was, the last time he had been so close he had needed to scramble...

In truth Berchar had almost elected not to attend the session. Gripped as he was by both doubt and the merciless paw of the Imperium economy the skittish jerboa had needed to steel himself for the encounter, reminding himself that it was to be worth it. He’d long wished to learn to play, after...

Poor Arthur. Patting his shoulder as lightly as possible, the jerboa hoped that he had communicated his empathy. No doubt once sobered up the marten would be less inclined to discuss the matter, but given what seemed the deeply personal nature of whatever was bothering him, the least he felt he...

Pomodu’s warmth was infectious; Berchar returned her smile as he hopped back down, setting the high-value coin back upon the table beside her upturned paw. He could only imagine what an unconventional trio they must have made to an outside observer, but in the moment it did not concern him: they...

Whiskers atwitch as he cleaned and prepped the wound for Amnesty to take care of, Berchar’s gaze lingered once more upon the ragged injury whilst the explanation unfolded as to how the unfortunate marten had come by it to begin with. There was little suppressing the anxious flick of his bushy...

Long and complicated though the story purported to be, Silvertongue’s answer was evidence enough of one thing: their instincts had been worth following. Far though the truth may yet prove from their assumptions, Berchar felt some relief to know that he and Corda had not elected to ignore their...

“Hm?” Blinking from his absent half-smile, Berchar seemed bemused as he gave Whisper a tilt of the head. “Oh, did I look miserable? My apologies if so: absolutely nothing you’ve done.” He had been contemplative but not particularly sad: if anything there was a quiet, bizarre pride at seeing...

He was not built for lifting. Still puffing and panting from the effort of helping bring Arthur indoors (he had half been holding his breath out of fear of offending the poor fellow, which inevitably only made matters worse) Berchar stretched his back and cast his gaze over the marten as Amnesty...

Gnawing on a claw anxiously as he listened, Berchar’s long ears at first stood stiff with alarm at the mention of this Chokra being pirate – then reddened with Corda’s colourful description. Some part of him felt scandalised; another fondly recalled his sisters giggling over such topics in the...

Seeing Whisper engage in the explanation with some enthusiasm came as pleasant surprise, and Berchar was in absolutely no mood to get in the way. Leaning against the table, tail curled, he smiled and watched the exchange. It was probably for the best that he held his tongue: for all that he had...