Any Port in a Storm
Who: Chase Stein and Uther Pendragon
What: Arrival!
When: Night
Where: The castle stables
Rating: Chase has a bit of a potty mouth
Status: Closed/Complete
“Easy girl, I gotcha...” Chase Stein stammered through chattering teeth, leading a stiff and shivering raptor further into a stable that turned out to be--not as empty as he thought. There were a few horses in the far end that stamped, whinnying nervously at the sudden presence of a predator. “Yes, I see them, but,” the blond chastised, “Let’s thaw you out first, then we’ll worry about dinner, huh?”
The stables were a godsend. With the Stein Bus’ engine shot until he could fix it, and Chase doubting the hotels they passed having a policy that tolerated prehistoric pets, the dim, warm shelter was the best they were doing for now. Ignoring the continuing panic of the horses, Chase guided Old Lace into an empty stall with two large hay bales, which the creature quickly mauled apart to make a nest.
“Rrr?” A massive muzzle full of hay nuzzled Chase expectantly. He smiled wearily.
“Atta girl, you just get comfy, I’m gonna take a look around.” Flexing fingers he could barely feel, he dipped a hand into a ridiculously deep cargo pocket, slipping out the same switchblade he’d had with him since this whole mad mess started well over a year ago.
“Nico’s gonna turn me into a fish again when she realizes how stupid I was.” He grumbled. “At least Faraway Land here seems pretty quiet. Maybe it is just the stables being used. I mean, seriously, who’d live in a castle in the middle of Onta...”
Chase turned the corner of the stable into a bare, wide courtyard and came face to face with a guard dog.
“...ri-oh-fuckme....”
What: Arrival!
When: Night
Where: The castle stables
Rating: Chase has a bit of a potty mouth
Status: Closed/Complete
“Easy girl, I gotcha...” Chase Stein stammered through chattering teeth, leading a stiff and shivering raptor further into a stable that turned out to be--not as empty as he thought. There were a few horses in the far end that stamped, whinnying nervously at the sudden presence of a predator. “Yes, I see them, but,” the blond chastised, “Let’s thaw you out first, then we’ll worry about dinner, huh?”
The stables were a godsend. With the Stein Bus’ engine shot until he could fix it, and Chase doubting the hotels they passed having a policy that tolerated prehistoric pets, the dim, warm shelter was the best they were doing for now. Ignoring the continuing panic of the horses, Chase guided Old Lace into an empty stall with two large hay bales, which the creature quickly mauled apart to make a nest.
“Rrr?” A massive muzzle full of hay nuzzled Chase expectantly. He smiled wearily.
“Atta girl, you just get comfy, I’m gonna take a look around.” Flexing fingers he could barely feel, he dipped a hand into a ridiculously deep cargo pocket, slipping out the same switchblade he’d had with him since this whole mad mess started well over a year ago.
“Nico’s gonna turn me into a fish again when she realizes how stupid I was.” He grumbled. “At least Faraway Land here seems pretty quiet. Maybe it is just the stables being used. I mean, seriously, who’d live in a castle in the middle of Onta...”
Chase turned the corner of the stable into a bare, wide courtyard and came face to face with a guard dog.
“...ri-oh-fuckme....”