Recent content by Darragh Harper

The stoat startled in surprise, and for a moment looked perfectly ridiculous, mouth-half-open with the fur of his hatless head all mussed up. Then Darragh fell back onto his rump and started laughing. Once he’d used up the last of his breath he panted, a grin still on his face. “Oh, stinkin’...

Thank you for those details! That point on being immortal is totally understandable, you can tell reading the story that some characters are on safer ground than others. There being a debate over Ashy/Cally with the :LOL: If you don't mind a follow-up question, how did the audience...

Darragh felt his hot-headed excitement get drenched in a bucket of icy water as his fist made a solid connection with Swifttail’s face. He hadn’t been expecting his opponent to just… stop in the midst of a bout, and he had moved to take advantage of it without a second thought. Darragh would...

It is I! I actually came here only expecting to ask around for the files, then I decided to stay and join in properly. ❤️ I think a reader picking up QB5 with no added context from how it actually got written would find it an enjoyable and engaging piece of fan-fiction. There are narrative...

Darragh’s right footpaw never left the ground, as he pulled back his left in a quick pivot. Swifttail’s fist whiffed past the stoat’s muzzle with an inch to spare. The fox had put all his energy in that swing, and left himself open. Darragh jabbed a right paw towards Swifttail’s face… Bap...

Darragh pressed his cut paw to his wounded, comatose friend, and closed his eyes. The room went quiet, leaving him to mull over all he’d been told. Sharing dreams and memories, evil spirits, a coven of power-mad witches dead on the floor around an onyx table. Should he have insisted Finny be...

Darragh stretched, seeming to elongate himself as he reached, windmilled his arms, touched his toes, and cracked his joints with relish. He moved out into the centre of the room, and bounced a little from one footpaw to the other. His tail flicked with an impatient energy. “So! First rule o’...

Darragh’s knees could have buckled the moment he saw Talinn’s arm raise from the table. It was no great stretch of his unstable imagination to put himself in the laboratory of the wicked scientist or sinister necromancer that brought beasts back from the dead. Had he not trusted Doctor Barrett...

Fires stink. Forget cozy little crackling fires you can roast marshmallows on, or big roaring bonfires out in the wilderness, in the fresh air among the trees and grass. Actual building fires stink like nothing else, as everything you wouldn’t want to throw in a fire burns, melts, twists, and...

Darragh’s paw slowly lowered his teacup as he listened, until it clinked into its saucer. His expression had creased further into a frown, and his tail had stopped its jovial swishing. The silence after Swifttail’s last forlorn plea stretched long enough that Selwyn raised his head from...

Darragh fell silent. It was rare that he felt his words were useless, but this seemed to be one of those times. This was not the kind of problem he could solve by just thinking about it, or by being literary and imaginative. This was a problem of such complexity that it needed expertise, the...

“Never underestimate the importance of good paw-writin’,” Darragh agreed, nodding sagely over his teacup. “Why, was it not Duke Talinn Ryalor sayin’ just the other day, ‘Silvertongue, my able Aide-de-Camp, you copy all my letters so carefully, one day you could be in charge of the Empress’ grand...

Darragh nodded, peeking around one last time for any suspicious librarians or patrons. Nothing but sound-deadening books and motes of dust in the light, it seemed. Darragh pattered up the ladder with the practiced ease of a sailor, remembering the librarian had told them to look at the fifth and...

“A wolf!” Azalea shrieked with glee, pointing at the platinum-furred fox. “A customer!” Selwyn dooked, peeking over his paper with shrewd, beady eyes. “A friend!” Darragh exclaimed, bouncing forward to shake Swifttail’s paw with the enthusiasm of pumping the bilge in a storm. “Swiftie, ol’...

Five Days Remain… The stoat stared at the kettle on the stove. “DarraaAAAaaagh!” Whined a ferret kit, headbutting him in the small of his back. The stoat’s whiskers twitched, but he didn’t budge. The ferret flopped to the floor and grabbed the stoat’s black-tipped tail. She stuffed it in her...