Recent content by Daniil Ryalor

Daniil winced as he followed after Alwyn, leaning on Caden for support. The full situation was becoming clearer and less appealing at the same time. Had he just misunderstood the directions they were supposed to take, or had the beast giving them intended harm upon them? He wasn't sure anymore...

Daniil caught sight of the blade from the edge of his vision, and his paw fumbled for it a bit before managing to grasp it by the handle and lift it for inspection. His eyes widened as he saw the bloody blade, and tears brimmed in the corners. "I'm sorry Mum," he choked out, clutching the blade...

Daniil winced, hissing between his teeth as Alwyn treated his wound. "Please," he managed to get out. "Caden. His arm. Help him." He wasn't the best at field medicine, and while he knew to press a bandage against the wound, how to best tie it for mobility and such was far beyond him. He looked...

Daniil slowly stirred back to consciousness. He'd been having a lovely dream; he was having dinner with his mother, catching up with her, telling her all about his life, everything he'd done, and she'd smiled and held his paw, and given him a hug when the mean was done, telling him how proud she...

Daniil carefully considered the array of uniforms before speaking. "The short sleeves would normally be of benefit in the heat," he noted, "but against sun and insect life, the extra protection of the long sleeves would outweigh that. Besides, it is easier to roll up sleeves than to find a way...

Daniil stood at attention in the minister's office, waiting to be called upon. His eyes surveyed the uniforms, and he had to admit, they were stylish. Far more suited to dress uniforms than dailies, perhaps; in the field, those fine fabrics would be difficult to care for, and more details meant...

Daniil gasped as they reached the relative safety of the hallway, taking a moment to lean against the wall, clutching at his leg wound. The blood was seeping from it, not gushing, so it hadn't hit an artery, but it was still painfully throbbing with every step. He glanced down toward the end of...

Daniil nodded along with his cousin's instructions and explanation. "I can... probably manage that," he admitted, his anxiety rising slightly as he thought of having to make small talk with a minister. It was bad enough holding extended conversation with his aunt and uncle, and they'd...

It was madness. Daniil had pulled his blade, swinging wildly at every beast who drew near, but there were too many of them coming at him - and then the room was on fire. Alwyn was screaming for him to run, Caden was crying out in pain as he was mobbed by attackers, and Daniil could barely hold...

Daniil started at the command, his eyes torn away from where he'd been watching the sweaty Caden, the marten's shirt clinging to his form where it had gotten damp. He moved quickly to a pile of folded towels set out nearby and brought them over, offering one to each of the combatants. Eirene...

It went so quick. Daniil realized his mistake the second the massive todd approached them, but he found himself frozen in place. He was bad at confrontation, he always had, his tongue swelled up and his mind raced about, unable to find anything to say. Within moments the conflict had escalated...

Daniil felt himself panic as the vixen approached their table, sitting far closer to the todd than he'd have liked. Her touch was enough to make him freeze, his heart racing - and not in a pleasant way. It wasn't the first time he'd been approached by a vixen, of course, but he'd had enough...

Daniil kept his voice down, keeping his paw away from his katana, difficult as that was. When he got nervous, he tended to grip it and worry the hilt with his paws - exactly the wrong signal to be sending at a time like this. "No idea - I was just going with what he said. All of the servants...

Daniil listened, fur rising on the back of his neck, as Alwyn steered away the other fox, the conversation between them one that left him baffled. Was Alwyn leading a secret double life, or was this some sort of rescue? It was clear that Daniil had deeply misunderstood the sentiments common...

Daniil froze as Alwyn burst on scene, uttering the sort of jingoistic boasting that, while not exactly unheard of among some elements in House Ryalor, had never been known to be characteristic of the once prince. When Alwyn spotted Daniil and Caden present, the briefest of confusion flashed...