Recent content by Daniil Ryalor

Daniil nodded, blinking away tears as Tanya shared in their grief. He furrowed his brow in a moment of quizzicality. "So, wait - you did meet Mum?" he inquired, confusion clear in his voice. "I thought she was living in Eastisle before she came over here in... '32? '33? Somewhere in there."

Daniil didn't recognize the squirrel who came up to the guards, but she seemed to be in charge and have some idea what was going on, two attributes that Daniil definitely lacked. He focused his attention on Asta, weighing her request against the danger of the moment. "We can," he allowed, "but...

Daniil clutched Requiem to his chest from the moment it was returned to him, ignoring the looks that the MAUL agents gave each other at how he clung to the blade like a kit with a blankie. The sense of relief was palpable, and, he decided, he didn't care what disdain it might bring him. Caden...

Daniil, at the mention of their weapons, let out a small, panicked whine. He grasped at his side, feeling for a sheathed blade that wasn't there. "Requiem -" he started to yelp in panic before Dusk put her paw up to calm him. "I confirmed that your weapons and clothes, what could be salvaged...

Daniil leaned into Caden's embrace, letting his tears drop onto the marten's coat. He sniffled a bit, rubbing at his nose with the back of his paw before addressing Tanya's concerned inquiry. "I'm fine," he mumbled. "Just... Something you said reminded me of my mum - Vaelora," he clarified. "I'm...

Daniil left the minister's office, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. It felt slightly humiliating to have to beg his younger cousin for a job, but it was at least work. Alwyn had been more than generous in recommending him for the position. That was really the problem: the family had always...

Daniil looked thoughtful as Tanya explained the twins' rationale for not returning to the Imperium, and he looked to Caden sympathetically, taking his paw. Coming back to the city where his mother had been murdered had been arduous for him, just as he was sure it had been for Caden; he could...

Daniil's eyes widened at mention of distant cousins - siblings, he presumed, to the missing heirs to the Fyadorian throne. Given how disinterested Tanya seemed to be in said throne, however, Daniil opted to still his tongue and let that observation pass. He couldn't quite resist the urge to...

@Matisse Dubois @Caden S. Freemont Daniil nodded genially to the sable marten, focusing on Caden's remarks and questions. His eyes scanned the program, mulling over the timeline. "Alwyn requested that I make a lap of the building," he noted, "though he was non-specific about the timing. I would...

Daniil chuckled at Caden's suggestion. "I almost feel bad for the todds subjected to Asta's scrutiny. She'll find out everything about them with a speed and precision that would make a M.A.U.L. agent envious." He smiled at Caden, daring a small touch on the arm - as much as he was willing to do...

Daniil looked thoughtful as he considered that suggestion. "That... That's actually a good thought," he admitted. "I mean, if we can find a todd we both trust, one who we are sure will treat her with kindness and patience and understanding, then she might actually give him a chance. Not Alwyn...

Daniil shook his head, a touch of regret in his expression. "No, Asta will be fine. Maybe a bit smothered with kindness, but just fine. No, I just... I worry for Mileya. I mean, she says she's happy, but sometimes I see this look on her face and I just... I don't want her to reach the end and...

Daniil winced as the minister first questioned his presence in the Guard, and then clapped his shoulder with more force than the new guardbeast had expected. Resisting the urge to massage the spot, Daniil focused instead on keeping his composure. "Thank you sir. I promise that your confidence...

Daniil blushed a bit at Caden's teasing and Tanya's examination, but managed to hold his own. "I tend to be better at attracting trouble to me than seeking it out myself," he admitted. "After all, that's how I drew in this one." It was a sign of how safe he felt that he gave his partner a kiss...

Daniil listened to the vixen's confessions, surprise showing on his face at the apology she offered and humility demonstrated. Tanya seemed entirely unlike her sister; if Daniil had ever heard his Aunt Dusk once truly express contrition or regret, he couldn't think of it. He was fairly certain...