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The holding cell smelled faintly of damp stone, oil, and the lingering iron tang of old blood. Ressik sat slumped against the wall where they had deposited him, wrists bound behind his back, one shoulder resting against the cold bars. The throbbing in his skull had settled into a dull, steady...

Smoke clung low beneath the boards, turning the crawlspace into a choking gray womb of dust and dry timber. Cricket hit Brask like a dropped brick. Her steel flashed, and the old knife bit shallow along his side. Brask roared, his grip on Finn loosening as instinct overrode intention. He...

Darkness swallowed the matchlight whole. For one suspended heartbeat there was nothing but Finn’s scream tearing through the crawlspace… and then the dark answered. There was a sharp hiss of breath. Claws scraped against timber, and a slinky shadow lunged from the black. “Brashk.” A paw...

Ressik came back to himself in pieces. Stone pressed cold and unforgiving into his cheek, the grit of it biting through fur and into soft flesh as his head lolled sideways. Sound arrived late and out of order as his head spun from the impact, boots and voices bleeding together while several...

Ressik stayed low as he ran, body folded into motion, paws scarcely seeming to touch the stones beneath him. He slipped through gaps bigger beasts hesitated at, ducked under reaching arms, rebounded off brick and crate alike with the compact efficiency of something built to flee first and think...

Ressik hesitated. It was only a fraction of a second, barely long enough to register, but it was there all the same. Morgan’s question struck him the wrong way, and for the first time since he’d stepped into the alley, the irritation knotting in his chest tightened into something colder. That...

Ressik’s whiskers twitched once as Miothiyle slipped away, but he didn’t follow her departure with his eyes. One less beast in the knot was a mercy, but it barely eased the tangle of irritation coiling beneath his ribs. Tonight had already been long, and the last thing he needed was confusion...

Ressik stepped into the mouth of Brownwater Alley with a curt flick of his tail, the movement sharp enough to betray his irritation before he managed to mask it. His cloak settled around him in a soft sweep, and he paused long enough to pinch the bridge of his snout. The night air still carried...

Ressik Pike [Character Picture] AgeEarly 30s SpeciesLeast Weasel PronounsHe / Him Size (Extra Small, Small, Medium, Large, Extra Large)Extra Small BuildLean and wiry RankFreelance Operative (Alkamarian Agent) PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Ressik Pike is a narrow strip of a beast of all...