Recent content by Daniil Ryalor

Daniil listened quietly to his uncle's explanation, the words slowly sinking in. As painful as it was to admit, be could see sense in their reasoning. Had he known Caden's name, especially in his adolescence, when his raging hormones had made all of his emotions that much harder to control, he...

Daniil closed his eyes, tears pressing out between them. So, the beasts who has raised him knew; the kit who he'd helped to protect, his beloved younger cousin who had sparred with him as a teen until he'd swiftly surpassed his skill to match, had also known. Talinn said there were no others...

Daniil looked up, meeting his uncle's gaze with his tear-ridden eyes. It hadn't escaped him that his uncle had dodged the question, which already told Daniil enough. "Please," he request, his gone flat. Did everyone know? Were they all watching me, laughing at me behind my back as I slept with...

Daniil quietly set about making the bed, focusing on tucking in the sheets and blankets with the efficiency and precision he'd learned in the Fyadorian military. Far from soothing, though, he found his heart breaking with each fold and tuck. His heart yearned for the bed he shared with Caden...

Daniil nodded, reaching into his jacket pocket, then patting around as he remembered where he'd secured his house key, pulling it from an inside pocket instead. "I'll try," he allowed, a touch rueful as he smiled at her advice. "I don't think I'll be of much use to anyone, really, not for a bit...

Daniil felt a small pit of anxiety forming in his stomach as the weasel spoke. The weasel's accent, now that he heard it, sounded a tad Alkamarian, but some of the Slups accents sounded that way to his ear as well. Even if it was Alkamarian, it was likely coincidental. After all, there were...

Daniil hugged his aunt tightly, or at least as tight as his grip got, which was far from remarkable. He held the embrace for probably a beat longer than was strictly comfortable before letting go, looking slightly abashed and awkward as he averted his gaze and shifted his weight from footpaw to...

Daniil slowly relaxed his grip on his mother's blade at his uncle's assurance. He'd been worried for a while that, it he continued to fail, he'd be stripped of Vaelora's blade and it would be given to one of his cousins (probably Anastasia, who would do awful things with it and dishonor it...

Daniil sniffled loudly and rubbed at his snout with the back of his paw before getting to his footpaws. "I'll be fine," he promised, not quite meeting his aunt's eyes. He hesitated before spreading his arms slightly, offering her a hug. "Thank you, Aunt Tanya. For... For caring about me. For...

Daniil felt sweat start to gather under his fur as far too many eyes were suddenly upon him. Lorcan was among the pairs, which was a nice surprise and earned the newcomer a flash of a brief, strained smile, and Daniil patted Asta's paw in relief and gave her a friendly smile as she joined him...

Daniil looked at his aunt in surprise, then the tears started to flow again. "Thank you, Aunt Tanya," he quietly sobbed. "I... I need some time, I think, to figure out what that means. If you don't mind, though, I... I'd like to hear your stories about my mother, when you're ready to tell them...

Daniil shook his head. "Perhaps it's me," he said softly. "I... He said that I've been clingy, insecure. Maybe this was building for a long time." Tears started to squeeze from the corners of his eyes as he choked out, "Are you going to take Requiem away from me?" His paws tightened on the...

Daniil listened to his uncle's explanation, contemplating Caden in a new light throughout. Caden hadn't talked too freely about his past; he'd made allusions and brief explanations of some of this, but otherwise had been inclined to let the past lie. Now Daniil understood a little more of his...

Daniil sat quietly, listening and digesting his uncle's explanation. There was something to it, some comparison he was missing... As his father finished speaking, something clicked. "You're saying that I should judge Caden the same way, aren't you?" he asked quietly. "That I should look at all...

Daniil listened to his uncle's explanation, a sea of emotions surging within him, reflecting in the troubled waters gathering on his eyes. As the question was posed to Daniil, he hesitated, struggling to phrase the thoughts roiling through his mind. "With the greatest of respect, Uncle," he...