Recent content by Dorian Bloomsbury Esq.

Suffice to say, Desiderata was extremely nervous. This was her first outing in the Harbour, not yet having had the chance to experience the special little place Ms Liu had recommended to her. But how was she to resist such a colourful display? And with so many beasts out and about she was...

Brief sympathetic melancholy shone in the hare's eyes concerning what happened to Eirene's spouse before his smile returned once more. "Well, you've twisted my bally arm. I think I shall give the Guard a go and see how I get on with the old girl! The Stoaties, I mean, not you of course, marm!"...

Dorian was all cheer on hearing the length of their relationship and the possibilities of plans. On seeing Eirene continue to polish, he reminded himself to get on and dust the next piece along. With a bit too much enthusiasm, causing a piece to be dislodged. He managed to shift it back in place...

"AAAA-CHOOO!" The damp had finally got to the hare's nose, prompting him to snatch out a frilly handkerchief embroidered with a 'P'. "Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me," he said nasally while he dabbed more rain than anything. "I say, it looks like you've got plenty of help already." Dorian looked...

Almost entirely forgetting about his task for a moment, Dorian spun about to face her, beaming, his paws clasped together around the duster. He hadn’t clocked the nature of her relationship until now and was honoured to be trusted with the knowledge. In himself, he was not fully sure which way...

"Do you know, that is a very good point, marm. A very good point indeed." Dorian scratched his nose, the duster a little too close to it, causing him to sneeze. "Oh, do excuse me. Yes, I always imagined 'machine' as a word of progress. Many parts working together to build a fabulous world of...

It was a crying shame that few members of law enforcement dared venture into the Slups. The brave part of Dorian was tempted to volunteer for the job, if it weren’t that he had his sights set on other vocations. That, and whilst he was a bit of a ninny, he wasn’t a complete fool. The Slups was...

At the badger's request, Dorian hopped back at once up the slope away from the corpse, only slightly tripping as he went in a direction he had never fully managed to master. Once stable, he stood straight with his best 'soldier's salute', politely watching the Fogey constable at work. Not a...

What dreadful weather! If only Dorian could afford a suitable coat and hat. He did hope it would die down before the evening when he might see if Desiderata was ready to make her debut. The rain wasn't going to stop him from seeking out breakfast and other odd jobs until he secured himself a...

You might imagine hearts in the eyes of the hare as he took in Eirene's tale, tears pricking their corners. What a fable of bravery, honour, and epic romance! Dorian accepted the duster as though he had been bestowed a magical sword of the realm. "Let the dusting commence!" He rushed for the...

Only too keen to oblige, the besmudged hare fell into step beside her. "Never fear! We shall have those armours shining like a crystal pool on a summer's day, wot wot! Indeed, my lady, I would not dare surmise that my story is anything special, but suffice to say it is a story indeed. My old...

At once Dorian saluted, getting another splotch of ink onto his forehead. "Capital plan, marm. I can see why you're the hofficer, here! I shall await to hear of my position in due course. My humblest thanks for your assistance in this matter." Unsure what to do with himself but unwilling to...

"Spiffing, wot wot!" Dorian scraped the form swiftly toward him. He reached for the nearest quill and dipped it hastily in its inkwell, accidentally dribbling a few spots across the desk. The clumsy hare hadn't yet noticed, his attention fixed upon the checklist. "Hmm. Hmmmmm. Oh, yes, that'll...

When his eyes had finished darting about the room, Dorian focused his attention quickly upon the desk. He was customarily a hare of action but there was something about the neatness of organisation that he found extremely satisfying. That, and he really wanted to know what was in every drawer...

Delivering a salute to his forehead with such voracity he near concussed himself, Dorian straightened up before the ferret. "Capital, marm! I look forward to showing just how much we woodlanders are worth our salt! Much, much obliged." He strode in with only a slight trip over his footpaws...