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 Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 5:39 pm
 Everything he'd read since arriving home yesterday all pointed to one thing; he must have been out of his mind to go off into the Wardwood. It was the only thing he could take away from all of this. Some magical being had contacted him and he'd answered, like a fool. Non-fools didn't believe in magical beings, let alone follow their summons! He let his head thunk to the bar, the small totem resting in the shield his fingers made around it beside his head. His single useful eye, growing dimmer every day, stared at it with a mixture of worry and consternation. Why? Why him? Why now? Did he even believe in the stories? He himself had never seen a Guardian, but he'd heard the rumors that they were appearing everywhere, in growing numbers every day, even in Palisade! And that they were appearing because... Because of the wolves. A flash of memory gripped him in its jaws, just as the massive wolf had on that day. Had it only been a few weeks since his battalion had been slaughtered? Him, left for dead in the red-stained snows, his left eye a ruin? "Beer! Please," he said swiftly, willing to do anything to get rid of those memories even though the black nothingness that was the left side of his vision reminded him every day of it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 6:29 pm
"Coming right up, sir!" a cheerful voice chimed out almost as soon as Desmond made his request. The bar was busy, with men packed in at all the tables, and along the bar. There was that non-stop low, mashed up mumbling from all the various conversations that were clashing into each another if you weren't apart of a specific one. The few that manned the pub that night were moving about to serve the demanding customers, a few wenches, but mostly Fletcher, who took care of both bar and serving what the ladies couldn't get.
But at current, he was behind the bar, filling up tankered after tankered of beer, and whiskey, sliding it down to customers, or placing it before them, as well as clearing away what had already been emptied. Even so, the large man seemed to be in quite bright spirits, which set him apart from the rest of those that were there. All grumbly men, complaining about this and that, or hollering at one another. His bright blue eyes flickered back and forth to check around the place as he got to filling the most recent request, his hands a bit damp from the times he had to pull the mug from the spit sooner than it could stop. Moving over to stand before the man who seemed... to be quite depressed, those pretty blues blinked a few times curiously, before his trademark smile spread on his face, "Come on now there, pal. I don't think you can drink your beer that that sort of position." he chuckled, placing said beverage down right beside Desmond. He peeked at the strange totem in his hand, but didn't give it too much mind, "Did you make that? it's really good!" perhaps some praise might encourage the guy!
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 6:52 pm
He mumbled and sat up straighter at that, grabbing the mug with his free hand. "Mm? Oh, this?" Raising the totem up, he peered at it with a frown. "No, didn't make it. Some tree did." Adding the last bit with a sigh, he took a long pull of the bitter beverage, the bite of it on his tongue a comforting sort of feeling. The pub truly was packed, but it had been the closest one to the library he'd stumbled into, and so he dealt with the cramped surroundings with an air of detachment. Desmond hated being in a crowd, but the allure of drunkenness this night had been far too appealing a temptation. He stared at the folks manning the bar and noticed that his server seemed far happier to be here then any of the others. His smile came easily, and he fairly beamed like a ray of sunshine. The blacksmith pursed his lips, battling himself. On the one hand, he wanted as much information as he could get about these so called magical deer, but on the other, he didn't want to seem the crazy fool. He set the totem before him and stared at it with a frown. "Sir... Do you know anything about these... Guardians, rumored to walk the city streets?" So loud was the noise around him, that Desmond didn't feel the need to keep his voice low; no one was paying him any attention this night, and he hoped it stayed that way.
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 9:24 am
He blinked in a slightly confused manner... before chuckling. A tree made it? Well of course a tree did! After all, it was wooden, by the looks of it. His lovely blue gaze watched the little totem as it was fiddled with, curiously... he was certain he'd seen a few of these.... but in a live form. Large, powerful looking deer trailing alongside people. In truth, he was quite in awe of it. There was so much majesty to them, and a sort of vibe that made it seem like they were a level above the rest of his own deerless kind.
Lifting an old rag that was limply hanging from a pocket on his apron, the bartender wiped down the wooden, scratched up counter, a natural habit in attempts to keep things at least a little tidy in his main section. His gaze would flicker up from time to time to glance to those who were manning the floor, to make sure they were handling everything alright. But he kept his attentions poised on this poor gent before him. Seemed like he needed someone to talk to. Poor fella~
Maintaining his sweet, brilliant smile, Fletcher leaned against the counter again on his forearms, as Desmond prompted him with a question. Lips pursing slightly as he let the words sink in, his head tipped just a touch, lowering his bright blues to that little trinket once more, "Hmm.. I just know some about them, from the tales and lore, and all that." his lips part to let his pearly whites shine, "My mother would tell me about them sometimes when I was little. And I do see a few walking around the streets..." a hand lifted to rub at his smooth jaw in thought.... as if trying to put together something in his head. That's when his eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Desmond with shock, "Is... that one of them..?" he asks in an astonished tone.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 12:11 pm
Desmond's frown deepened and he lifted the totem to eye level, staring at the way the whirls of bright blue color flowed around the body of the little wooden figure. Then he took a long pull of his drink, an agonized look in his eyes. "Yes...I...I do believe it is."He set the totem back down a little more roughly then he first intended, leaning far back in his chair to stare at the ceiling. All he wanted with his life was to be able to afford his home and earn his own keep, like any honest man. If he couldn't continue being a soldier, then he wanted to support his former brothers in making their arms and shoeing their horses. Now? If this little wooden trinket was truly a Guardian, then he would have a different calling, forced into something he didn't want. It wasn't something that sat well with him. Magical deer? Ravenous monster wolves? Spirits? Nonsense! It was all nonsense. Superstitious flop. The wolves....he shuddered thinking about them...the wolves had decimated his battalion. But only because they'd been caught off guard by an overly large pack... right? They weren't truly monsters. They couldn't be. "I dont know what to do. I didn't ask for this," he said softly, his head swimming from the ale. He truly didn't want this, and he wondered why he hadn't tossed away the totem by now. Every time he thought about it however, am agonizing sense of loss and anger filled him until he clutched the totem tightly to his breast again. The noise of the bar seemed to disappear around him, and at first, he thought he'd drank far, far too much. But then the noise exploded in a rush of badly hushed, excited whispers and cries. Desmond startled, nearly falling off his chair as he looked around. Everyone was pointing at him! His cheeks flammed and he looked down at himself, wondering if he had a stain on his clothing or something had bunched up, and then he heard it. Felt it. His eyes shot up and locked with the bright, calculatingly cold blue eyes of a tiny fawn laying on the bar top. Her tiny, fluffy tail flicked a few times, big ears swiveling as she took in the noise around her, but she had eyes only for him, and he felt a sense of...annoyance...that wasn't his own, in his head. "Oh...deer..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:49 pm
A look of wonder and astonishment twinkled in his bright eyes, staring with more interest at the totem in Desmonds possession. So this is what those looked like before they became the impressive specimen of deer that strutted around town at the side of a select few. Fascinating! His attention only deterred briefly as someone hailed him down for a drink, to which he quickly responded by standing upright again, and dancing down the bar with ease to fill up a mug, and slide it to the impatient customer with his smile in tow.
Returning back to his previous company, he looked between man and carving, studying his body language in response to the small stationary deer. It was rather lovely... but Desmond didn't seem too fond to have it in the slightest. Letting his smile grow a bit more, Fletcher leaned on the counter again, "I hear that it's quite the honor to have one by your side. And that they bring good luck!" he assured with gusto, hoping to lift the displeased gentleman's spirits. Looking back down at the poor unwanted treasure, he tipped his head once more, lids lowering to a more gentler level, "Well I suppose you'll just have to wait and see what hap--" but before he could even finish his sentence, the space before him was suddenly overtaken by... a fawn?!
It matched exactly with the figurine Desmond had in his possession! Fletcher quickly stood straight again, eyes wide, a gasp catching in his throat from utter shock and surprise with the lack of preparation for what had just happened. Was... Was this?! Blinking a few times at the petite babe, he looked swiftly to the man in charge of the creatures presence, and then back to the little one. That fragile little frame, big round eyes, ears that it'd not yet grown into, fine silky fur so short and new with a fresh sheen to it.
How.... how cute....
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 7:03 am
The tiny fawn stood on wobbly legs, licking a spot on her side before turning to glare at her chosen as he sat there, dumbstruck. She was beautiful, a mix of light grays and dark, with piercing aqua eyes that contrasted starkly against her fur. Though the fawn stood all of two feet tall, Desmond visibly withered beneath her stare. He was bombarded with a rush of emotions that weren't his own, images flashing with abandon through his head. Coupled with the thick ale clogging his brain, a near instant headache descended on him and had him rubbing his temples. Was this really happening? "Shh, little one. I hear you. I hear you..." The fawn flicked her tail and peered around at the gaping patrons staring at her. Those too large ears swiveled to and fro, taking in the hushed whispers and exclamations. Then she turned and stared at the man behind the bar, reaching out her soft nose to sniff his arm.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 7:36 am
Ashtiel Arykosa thank you! <3 I apologize for making you wait so long. His jaw remained lowered as he gazed at the adorable sight, mouth agape in wonder, awe twinkling in his soft blue eyes. Fletcher was entranced by the tiny creature, how it'd made such an entrance, how it moved, just... it's mere presence gave a sort of ethereal aura to the setting! His gaze only flickered up to Desmond as the man mumbled something, but just as quickly, his attention was back on the wee baby.
And then she looked at him, and his smile only grew, his heart seized with excitement and a squeal that was withheld. She seemed curious of him, and not frightened, like most deer would be! And as she investigated with little sniffs from that tiny nose, Fletcher oh so carefully, and oh so slowly, let a large hand extend towards her in offering of peace and for his scent to be identified. "He..Hello little one~" he spoke quite softly, and gently, bending at his waist slightly to get closer to the bar and hopefully seem less intimidating with his towering height. How could something be so precious...? he never knew. But then again he was a huge softy for cute animals of any kind! .. most would say he was a softy in general, though.
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 6:59 am
Desmond couldn't think, let alone form a coherent sentence just then. But the little fawn seemed rather uncaring of her chosen at present, instead taking some love from the man behind the bar. Before long, she picked her way down the bar, little hooves click-clacking on the polished wood. She slipped a few times as she hit some wet spots, but kept her head high as she investigated the other patrons sitting along the bar top. He could already tell that she was going to be a handful. A very proud, steely handful. As if able to read his thoughts(and she no doubt could, now that he thought about it), the fawn turned her head to glare at him and he felt that wash of emotions again, the images she flashed renewing his headache. He hoped she'd be able to control this as she got older. "She wants a name," he said after a few moments of picking through the things she sent him. Then he seemed to realize something. "Uh, my name is...is Desmond," he added, looking chagrined. The bartender had seen the fawn manifest just as clearly as Desmond had. For that, he deserved to be known. "What's your name, if I may ask?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 7:38 am
Still entranced by the mythical like creature, Fletcher watched her as she strutted her way down the counter, snapping out of his daze enough to follow after her and make sure the little thing didn't fall off the edge! Most of those at the bar were either dumbstruck, or quickly backing away from the little tyke as she pranced along, yanking their beers and other effects off the table to avoid getting kicked or stumbled over.
Keeping at her side, to spot her, the barkeep looked back to Desmond as he seemed able to translate an unheard voice from the fawn, making Fletcher raise his brows in surprise. She wanted a name..? how.. did he know that? confusion only ramping at this point, the sudden introduction was enough to ground him a little better, his own smile making its way comfortably back into place, "Ah yes, I'm ah." he looked to the little fawn, and gently tried to usher her back towards Desmond with a soft click from his tongue, and cooed words, as he tried to also making his way back to the man of the hour, "I'm Fletcher, it's nice to meet you." he managed to answer, an arm reaching out to offer the usual polite gesture of a handshake.
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