Recent content by Berchar Fleetfoot

A swift flush of heat bloomed at the jerboa's eartips, feeling rather that his attempts to try and navigate the situation in as empathic a manner as possible was generating a stack of faux pas his family would have been mortified to witness. He never had quite grasped their level of smooth...

Once again Berchar had to suppress his curiosity towards the fox (foxes?) and focus on the task at paw. He had questions aplenty and a thirst to understand what must be the complex dynamic between Corda and Cordan; as much as he feared he may appear insensitive to ask, that did little to stop...

A few moments of silence passed as Berchar mentally re-visited the conversation: so much anxiety on his mind after the chaos of the day's events had made it somewhat foggy. Eventually he nodded. "I think it might have been the Navy," he said at length. "He didn't mention a specific ship but I'm...

Now was neither the time nor the place for Berchar to reassure the fox that he was anything but too good, for wartime stories would likely do little to ease the anxiety coming off of them in waves. Re-accessing that part of him which found compassion in his work, the jerboa allowed a beat of...

The diminutive beast shook his head. "He made mention of no ship - at least not to me," he replied. "He called himself a Captain but now you mention it, he was joking about having a crew again in no time." Berchar's nose twitched, brows lowering. "Makes you wonder what he's lost, or wasn't...

Berchar had been about to give his new, impressive friend a crash course on the finer points of the Vulpinsulan economic mindset (a lesson hard learned when one came from considerable wealth) when the fox beside them began to grow anxious once more. Bemused for a moment, the jerboa cocked his...

Though Corda seemed crestfallen by her realisation, Berchar still took solace from it: in the absence of many leads some records could still prove useful in getting a better idea of where this todd might be and what the story was behind those searching for him. Pert of him did ponder why, now...

Relieved as he was to hear the vixen agree that he was not being paranoid this time, the mention of her brother served as reminder that this fox was, in themselves, still a curious one. Regardless, he nodded. Any help was help right now, and they had seemed so kind. This brother figure, even...

"I think you might just cause a riot," Berchar interceded gently. "You seem a very generous beast, Pomodu, but if you give some wealth out in the Slups beasts will try and kill each other - and you - for the chance to get at the money. It might be very risky." Truly it was baffling to the little...

"R-right you are. Absolutely ma'am." Ignoring the fact that he was quite possibly the last beast fit to walk anybeast home, the jerboa offered Chokra one more hasty salute and began backing away. "We'll see you in the morning!" The cool air came as a welcome reprieve: Berchar, when he hopped...

At once Berchar hastened to try and cover the coin, both paws resting atop Pomodu's larger one as he tried to push her arm back towards her pocket and obscure the denomination before avaricious eyes could catch sight. Fortunately the low light and smoky interior would go some way to protecting...

He was even happy to leave it overnight, all but dismissing their search until then. It was as good as they would get to being off the hook, though as Berchar's nose twitched there was no mistaking the silent alarm in his eyes. Something was amiss, but Chokra must surely have an inkling to...

Despite himself, Berchar couldn't help but feel the tug of guilt to think he was somehow forcing the poor little fox to play. Music was something he adored sure enough, but it would be positively brutish to make them after all they had experienced that night. Still, a tune was better to expect...

That Chokra seemed dismissive of his potential lead, combined with his evasive plan, set Berchar further on edge. He had to fight the impulse to glance again to Corda and give the vixen an alarmed stare, electing instead to drop his gaze as she scratched at his headfur. By all accounts, then...

The little jerboa's eyes could hardly have popped any wider if were he being squeezed by a rabid badger. She was actually insane; that or some walking experiment from Innivation or Misanthropy or some other bizarre happenstance. No, she seemed so honest, so eager to be in the Imperium and the...