#c: walker

[eschatclcgy]

open | Walker

Walker rolled his tongue over his sharp cat teeth, smiling across the bar top at the patron. His claws clicked on the glass as he set it in front of them.

"Just make it Walker," he said with a wink. "No need to make it complicated.

"Yeah, I'm new in town. What about yourself?"

[jasperquartz-fr]

[LORE] BLOOD SKY: Part Three

Part 1 -- Part 2

@long-morrison @historical-bisexual @snippysnapper @showmethe-stars @melonmarzal @marmite-fr @clan-dark-woods @whymsical-for-you @rompompachomp

LORE: BLOOD SKY

PART THREE: THE MIRROR

Walker went off on his own after that, trekking his way through the gravel paths. No one quite knew how he navigated so well; Walker was nearly totally blind, and though his heat-sensing eyes still worked, they did not work well. The young Mirror had learned how to walk through the Kingdom through trial and error, mostly, and with others helping to guide him at first. Eventually, he got good at it, and was able to go off on his own.

Dyan and Jean had their reservations about him becoming a warrior at first. How could he strike his enemy if he was barely able to see them? Even with their doubts, Faraus, the Clan’s General, took Walker under his wing, willing to train him to his full potential. And Walker truly shined, taking to the training like a fish would take to water. The young Mirror loved his training sessions, and was quickly growing into a fine young warrior, even without the use of his sight.

Upon reaching one of the outer walls of the main property, Walker easily scaled it, plopping down into the sand and grass on the other side rather ungracefully. He paused, lifting his head to scan the area, moving side to side, making sure there were no other dragons there. A faint blob stuck out in his periphery -- all he could really see were blobs of body heat, anyway -- and he narrowed his eyes. There was also the faint scent of blood, so he moved cautiously.

He did not know it was a dragon until he came closer to the body, where the sides rose and fell in a shallow manner. Walker leaned down to sniff at it, and then his whole body went rigid.

“Lorus!”

---

Eden had returned to the palace by now, and was busy reading books in her room when she heard the commotion downstairs. Faintly, she heard Walker’s voice, sounding rushed, hurried, and frightened. She hadn’t expected him back so soon, and she came out of her room, walking briskly down the hallway and then down the stairs.

There, Walker stood in front of Jean and Dyan, looking terrified. His eyes, though they could not see, were wide open and clearly reflected fear. Making her way down the stairs, Eden walked over to stand next to her parents, looking at Walker worriedly.

“What happened?” Eden asked. Before her parents could reply, Walker spoke.

“I-it’s Lorus, she’s… she’s been attacked!”

[ancientdark]

The Punisher: War Zone (1992) #6

Written by Chuck Dixon Art by John Romita

[eschatclcgy]

open | Walker

A fittingly cat-like grin curled Walker's lips as he leaned back. With one arm draped over the back of his chair, and his legs spread wide, he looked the picture of masculine ease. Silver spurs glittered at the heels of his boots, held in place by embossed leather straps, and he had one hip cocked a little so that the shortened stock of his rifle didn't dig into the back of his chair.

"Wellll," he purred. The tip of his tail flicked and danced with flirtatious delight. "You are finer than a frog's hair split for ways... You here lookin' for a little company?"

[jasperquartz-fr]

[LORE] BLOOD SKY: Part Two

Part 1

@long-morrison @historical-bisexual @snippysnapper @showmethe-stars @melonmarzal @marmite-fr @clan-dark-woods @whymsical-for-you @rompompachomp

LORE: BLOOD SKY

PART TWO: THE TUNDRA

“Hey, Eden, wait up!”

The indigo-colored Tundra paused mid-step as she heard her brother’s voice behind her. The berry-colored Mirror jogged up to her, well-toned muscles rippling beneath his skin as he approached. Walker shook his head, then flipped his crests up in greeting, butting his head playfully against Eden’s.

“What’s up, Walker?” Eden asked, tip of her tail twitching back and forth as she watched her brother. Walker’s eyes sparkled with the usual mischief, and his crests quivered. “Let me guess, you’ve got one of your great ideas again.”

“We should go find Lorus and pounce on her!” Though he was older now, the blind warrior-in-training always managed to find time for mischief. Ever since he was young, he had been the one to play tricks on his sisters, often times poking and prodding at them until they inevitably tussled with him.

“Now why should we do that?” Eden started to walk again, lifting up her head and tail as she walked past a few of the other Kingdom’s inhabitants. They bowed respectfully as she and her brother passed -- after all, they were the Princess and Prince respectively -- and she flicked her tail to acknowledge them. “Lorus is probably having a peaceful day. There’s no need to interrupt.”

“Aww, you’re no fun anymore Eden,” Walker whined. “We used to have so much fun together, remember? I remember that one time when me and Lorus -- ”

“Lorus and I,” Eden corrected. Walker scoffed.

“Whatever, Lorus and I,” he said, mimicking his sister’s voice, “put beetles in your bed? You were plucking them out of your fur for days!”

“And that’s supposed to make me want to go along with you?” Eden laughed, then bent down to sniff at a delicate flower blooming on the path. Walker stopped himself before he could bump into her.

“What I was gonna say is that you were a good sport about it! You even got us back. Gods, frogs are so annoying…”

“I’m still fun, just because I don’t want to gang up on our youngest sister doesn’t mean I’m no fun,” Eden said. “If you wanna prank Lorus, you’ll have to do it on your own.”

Walker grunted. “Ugh, fine. But, hey, if you wanna join in, I’ve got a jar full of lightning bugs ready to lay eggs in somebody’s room!”

“Oh, go on, you,” Eden laughed, pushing at her brother’s hindquarters with one paw. “And don’t tell Lorus we talked!”

[eschatclcgy]

open | Walker

"Oh, shyit."

Walker grimaced internally at the size of tonight's crowd and he twitched forward towards the bar. As he did, two duplicates popped out to help, one on both of his sides. They lacked his signature long tail, since three tailed bodies back here would be just too much crowding, and he got straight to work alongside them.

He turned his good ear towards each patron, straining to hear over all of the noise hitting him from three sets of ears. He occasionally called orders back for confirmation. His usual flare with pouring drinks was slightly diminished in exchange for speed and to help the three points of concentration, but he was generous with warm winks and flirtatious smiles.

Dabbing his forehead with the rag on his shoulder, he turned towards the next face in the crowd with a beaming smile, thriving despite the chaos.

"What's your poison, friend?"

[evieducasse]

Having thrown herself into work for the past two weeks, Evie decided she deserved to have a little fun, and what better way than go head to the newest restaurant in town for a nice dinner and a few drinks with a couple of her co-workers. They’d been talking about it for the last few days, how this new upscale restaurant was so nice and everyone just had to check it out. So the blonde finally conceded, changing into an outfit fit for a night out rather than a day behind a desk and walked the few blocks to the new establishment, stopping in her tracks when the brightly lit sign shone her name. “What the...” She said, turning to her co-workers with a confused expression on her face. They all just grinned, one of them piping up by asking, ‘Think you know the owner?’ with a coy smile while taking the blonde’s hand and leading her inside. “Guess we’ll find out.” She replied, walking in with her friends.

Once they were inside and waiting in the short line at the hostess stand, Evie got a chance to check the new establishment out. It was beautiful inside, classy and elegant, and in that moment she was glad she’d changed her clothes before leaving the Inn. The group was quickly put on a waiting list and offered a spot at the bar, one they happily accepted, and as they began walking over a familiar face got Evie’s eye and stopped her in her tracks. “Oh my...” She was so surprised she couldn’t even finish her sentence. Standing there, behind the bar, was a man she’d presumed dead- a man she believed she had killed. “Uh, guys...” She said, her eyes remaining on Walker, “I’m sorry y’all but... I just remembered I promised to watch Max for Sophia. I--I’ve got to go. I’m so sorry.” As her apologies left her lips she willed her feet to move so she could flee, but she couldn’t. Instead she stood there facing questions from her co-workers as her eyes never left his face. 

As her eyes remained locked on her unsuspecting husband, flashes of her life prior to meeting Nik and accepting his bite flashed through her mind. The drinking, the abuse, the bruises and the fights. She’d thought she killed Walker and had made her peace with that years ago... but now, as he stood in front of her very much alive, Evie felt all of the emotions she’d thought she left behind when she left Louisiana. Especially the fear. Her gut was churning with it, and in an instant she felt like the young, newly married girl who feared her husband. Rending her essentially motionless in a restaurant clearly named after her- named after her by her abusive ex husband who she’s sworn she killed. @walker-astor

[ancientdark]

The Punisher: War Zone (1992) #6

Written by Chuck Dixon Art by John Romita