Brash
@becameamonster.bsky.social
Once a man, now… I’m what I had to be.
+ work?
“Sorry.” It was short but, despite his aversion to Gil’s gaze, sincere. “I didn’t mean it… but I said it. So, I’d prefer it if you didn’t smite me.”
“Sorry.” It was short but, despite his aversion to Gil’s gaze, sincere. “I didn’t mean it… but I said it. So, I’d prefer it if you didn’t smite me.”
November 17, 2025 at 2:07 AM
+ work?
“Sorry.” It was short but, despite his aversion to Gil’s gaze, sincere. “I didn’t mean it… but I said it. So, I’d prefer it if you didn’t smite me.”
“Sorry.” It was short but, despite his aversion to Gil’s gaze, sincere. “I didn’t mean it… but I said it. So, I’d prefer it if you didn’t smite me.”
Brash opened his mouth, cursing as he was scolded internally by the other one.
“I—.” What did he say? He had used that language before meeting Gil… but Gil was one of the good ones. Marcus had worked so hard to break those habits… and now? He was going to just pick it back up? Undo all that +
“I—.” What did he say? He had used that language before meeting Gil… but Gil was one of the good ones. Marcus had worked so hard to break those habits… and now? He was going to just pick it back up? Undo all that +
November 17, 2025 at 2:07 AM
Brash opened his mouth, cursing as he was scolded internally by the other one.
“I—.” What did he say? He had used that language before meeting Gil… but Gil was one of the good ones. Marcus had worked so hard to break those habits… and now? He was going to just pick it back up? Undo all that +
“I—.” What did he say? He had used that language before meeting Gil… but Gil was one of the good ones. Marcus had worked so hard to break those habits… and now? He was going to just pick it back up? Undo all that +
+ take him out? Spy on the foulblood?”
November 16, 2025 at 10:52 PM
+ take him out? Spy on the foulblood?”
“Your appreciation is noted,” was all he offered, taking a swig from his water skin. As Gil continued, Brash’s brow cocked.
“So either he had contingency… or that ain’t him.” A quick roll of his neck made the bones pop, flexing his fingers for the same effect.
“So, what, you want me to +
“So either he had contingency… or that ain’t him.” A quick roll of his neck made the bones pop, flexing his fingers for the same effect.
“So, what, you want me to +
November 16, 2025 at 10:52 PM
“Your appreciation is noted,” was all he offered, taking a swig from his water skin. As Gil continued, Brash’s brow cocked.
“So either he had contingency… or that ain’t him.” A quick roll of his neck made the bones pop, flexing his fingers for the same effect.
“So, what, you want me to +
“So either he had contingency… or that ain’t him.” A quick roll of his neck made the bones pop, flexing his fingers for the same effect.
“So, what, you want me to +
+ I was gonna be bothered by it? I’m small, not fragile.”
November 16, 2025 at 6:04 AM
+ I was gonna be bothered by it? I’m small, not fragile.”
Grumbling some objections, he still follows them, mind racing at the possibilities. Did they suspect?
As the apology left Gil’s mouth, the goblin simply shrugged. “Why would I care? I ain’t gonna lose sleep over being called the wrong name,” says the goblin that did just that.
“You think +
As the apology left Gil’s mouth, the goblin simply shrugged. “Why would I care? I ain’t gonna lose sleep over being called the wrong name,” says the goblin that did just that.
“You think +
November 16, 2025 at 6:04 AM
Grumbling some objections, he still follows them, mind racing at the possibilities. Did they suspect?
As the apology left Gil’s mouth, the goblin simply shrugged. “Why would I care? I ain’t gonna lose sleep over being called the wrong name,” says the goblin that did just that.
“You think +
As the apology left Gil’s mouth, the goblin simply shrugged. “Why would I care? I ain’t gonna lose sleep over being called the wrong name,” says the goblin that did just that.
“You think +
+ “Floor is yours.”
November 16, 2025 at 5:11 AM
+ “Floor is yours.”
“It ain’t for the bird.” Brash states plainly, crossing his arms. “I ain’t eatin’ scones or whatever frilly shit they’re peddling for five times its worth.”
Oh, damn. This sounded serious. The goblin cocked a brow and scoffed, motioning with a clawed hand, palm stained with the rodent’s blood.
+
Oh, damn. This sounded serious. The goblin cocked a brow and scoffed, motioning with a clawed hand, palm stained with the rodent’s blood.
+
November 16, 2025 at 5:11 AM
“It ain’t for the bird.” Brash states plainly, crossing his arms. “I ain’t eatin’ scones or whatever frilly shit they’re peddling for five times its worth.”
Oh, damn. This sounded serious. The goblin cocked a brow and scoffed, motioning with a clawed hand, palm stained with the rodent’s blood.
+
Oh, damn. This sounded serious. The goblin cocked a brow and scoffed, motioning with a clawed hand, palm stained with the rodent’s blood.
+
+ those pieces of Marcus away where he wouldn’t be able to hurt Gil.
When Gil finally found him, he gave a simple grunt in greeting, a dead squirrel hung over his shoulder. Breakfast, since he wasn’t wasting his damn gold on a stuck-up place like this.
“You look like shit.”
When Gil finally found him, he gave a simple grunt in greeting, a dead squirrel hung over his shoulder. Breakfast, since he wasn’t wasting his damn gold on a stuck-up place like this.
“You look like shit.”
November 16, 2025 at 4:14 AM
+ those pieces of Marcus away where he wouldn’t be able to hurt Gil.
When Gil finally found him, he gave a simple grunt in greeting, a dead squirrel hung over his shoulder. Breakfast, since he wasn’t wasting his damn gold on a stuck-up place like this.
“You look like shit.”
When Gil finally found him, he gave a simple grunt in greeting, a dead squirrel hung over his shoulder. Breakfast, since he wasn’t wasting his damn gold on a stuck-up place like this.
“You look like shit.”
He didn’t sleep, not anymore than usual. Nightmares of that hell were replaced with nightmares of Gil’s disgust upon finding out who he used to be.
He wasn’t Marcus, not anymore. But it would be a lie to say there weren’t broken pieces of him in this monster.
He had to separate the two, lock +
He wasn’t Marcus, not anymore. But it would be a lie to say there weren’t broken pieces of him in this monster.
He had to separate the two, lock +
November 16, 2025 at 4:14 AM
He didn’t sleep, not anymore than usual. Nightmares of that hell were replaced with nightmares of Gil’s disgust upon finding out who he used to be.
He wasn’t Marcus, not anymore. But it would be a lie to say there weren’t broken pieces of him in this monster.
He had to separate the two, lock +
He wasn’t Marcus, not anymore. But it would be a lie to say there weren’t broken pieces of him in this monster.
He had to separate the two, lock +
+ spells, stupid enough that Gil had made that unconscious connection. There were going to be questions raised, valid questions for which he had no good answers.
November 4, 2025 at 9:44 PM
+ spells, stupid enough that Gil had made that unconscious connection. There were going to be questions raised, valid questions for which he had no good answers.
The pain in his chest lingered after Gil had called him by that name. He barely even registered Miri and their Bucket of Saving.
Without a word and, as long as he was not stopped, he turned to take his leave. He didn’t do people. He didn’t do helping. Not anymore.
It had been stupid to use the +
Without a word and, as long as he was not stopped, he turned to take his leave. He didn’t do people. He didn’t do helping. Not anymore.
It had been stupid to use the +
November 4, 2025 at 9:44 PM
The pain in his chest lingered after Gil had called him by that name. He barely even registered Miri and their Bucket of Saving.
Without a word and, as long as he was not stopped, he turned to take his leave. He didn’t do people. He didn’t do helping. Not anymore.
It had been stupid to use the +
Without a word and, as long as he was not stopped, he turned to take his leave. He didn’t do people. He didn’t do helping. Not anymore.
It had been stupid to use the +
And yet, it healed.
For that was its purpose, as it had once been his own.
For that was its purpose, as it had once been his own.
November 3, 2025 at 8:51 PM
And yet, it healed.
For that was its purpose, as it had once been his own.
For that was its purpose, as it had once been his own.
+ he had forsworn.
The words were muttered in shame, his faith tarnished, but his palm began to glow all the same. The magic writhed and fought back, like a recently caught fish. It didn’t want to be used by him. He had forsaken those vows, those prayers. +
The words were muttered in shame, his faith tarnished, but his palm began to glow all the same. The magic writhed and fought back, like a recently caught fish. It didn’t want to be used by him. He had forsaken those vows, those prayers. +
November 3, 2025 at 8:51 PM
+ he had forsworn.
The words were muttered in shame, his faith tarnished, but his palm began to glow all the same. The magic writhed and fought back, like a recently caught fish. It didn’t want to be used by him. He had forsaken those vows, those prayers. +
The words were muttered in shame, his faith tarnished, but his palm began to glow all the same. The magic writhed and fought back, like a recently caught fish. It didn’t want to be used by him. He had forsaken those vows, those prayers. +
+ Brash stepped forward, looking at the bloody mess that presumably had been a knight before someone practically turned their insides out. He didn’t say a word, stepping forward and raising a hand to the space between the other healers.
It was a struggle to remember the prayers, words to a god +
It was a struggle to remember the prayers, words to a god +
November 3, 2025 at 8:51 PM
+ Brash stepped forward, looking at the bloody mess that presumably had been a knight before someone practically turned their insides out. He didn’t say a word, stepping forward and raising a hand to the space between the other healers.
It was a struggle to remember the prayers, words to a god +
It was a struggle to remember the prayers, words to a god +
+ his soul, surge. It demanded blood and, if they had hurt Gil, he would fulfill those wishes…
But then he saw Gil, standing there, safe, doing what they did best, being a hero for those in need. He lowered the blades, sound returning as his heartbeat faded into the background.
They were safe. +
But then he saw Gil, standing there, safe, doing what they did best, being a hero for those in need. He lowered the blades, sound returning as his heartbeat faded into the background.
They were safe. +
November 3, 2025 at 8:51 PM
+ his soul, surge. It demanded blood and, if they had hurt Gil, he would fulfill those wishes…
But then he saw Gil, standing there, safe, doing what they did best, being a hero for those in need. He lowered the blades, sound returning as his heartbeat faded into the background.
They were safe. +
But then he saw Gil, standing there, safe, doing what they did best, being a hero for those in need. He lowered the blades, sound returning as his heartbeat faded into the background.
They were safe. +
+ had someone too young to even be considered a threat at the moment. Brash, with a flash of his blade as warning, shoved past the kid, barreling into the room.
A group of strangers, someone bleeding on the table. The ideas that leapt through his mind made the void, the thing he had once called +
A group of strangers, someone bleeding on the table. The ideas that leapt through his mind made the void, the thing he had once called +
November 3, 2025 at 8:51 PM
+ had someone too young to even be considered a threat at the moment. Brash, with a flash of his blade as warning, shoved past the kid, barreling into the room.
A group of strangers, someone bleeding on the table. The ideas that leapt through his mind made the void, the thing he had once called +
A group of strangers, someone bleeding on the table. The ideas that leapt through his mind made the void, the thing he had once called +
+ The goblin barely paid a mind to anyone else in the bar, pulling his hood up and moving with heavy yet graceful steps.
The commotion… it had started to settle in the inn, but his heart was pounding so loudly in his ears he might as well have been dead.
The blood trail ended at a room, one that +
The commotion… it had started to settle in the inn, but his heart was pounding so loudly in his ears he might as well have been dead.
The blood trail ended at a room, one that +
November 3, 2025 at 8:51 PM
+ The goblin barely paid a mind to anyone else in the bar, pulling his hood up and moving with heavy yet graceful steps.
The commotion… it had started to settle in the inn, but his heart was pounding so loudly in his ears he might as well have been dead.
The blood trail ended at a room, one that +
The commotion… it had started to settle in the inn, but his heart was pounding so loudly in his ears he might as well have been dead.
The blood trail ended at a room, one that +
Brash burst through the door, eyes on the trail of blood. Gil was nowhere to be seen and that dark void inside his soul began to expand. Had he lost them again? What had happened?
His daggers were in his hands before he had even registered, the worn leather like holding the hand of a friend. +
His daggers were in his hands before he had even registered, the worn leather like holding the hand of a friend. +
November 3, 2025 at 8:51 PM
Brash burst through the door, eyes on the trail of blood. Gil was nowhere to be seen and that dark void inside his soul began to expand. Had he lost them again? What had happened?
His daggers were in his hands before he had even registered, the worn leather like holding the hand of a friend. +
His daggers were in his hands before he had even registered, the worn leather like holding the hand of a friend. +
+ step away from this display of affection. “Thank you for keeping Gil safe,” he whispered into the feathers, the familiar stench of the beast bringing back memories from a different lifetime, of the man that had died in that hell.
“I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you.”
November 2, 2025 at 5:44 PM
+ step away from this display of affection. “Thank you for keeping Gil safe,” he whispered into the feathers, the familiar stench of the beast bringing back memories from a different lifetime, of the man that had died in that hell.
“I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you.”
+ lets out a few argumentative clicks as Brash ushers him in, earn a growled shushing from the goblin.
But, once he was sure there were no prying eyes, he leaned forward, short arms clinging to the bird tightly in the first hug he’d had in a long time.
Apollo shifted in spot, taking a small
But, once he was sure there were no prying eyes, he leaned forward, short arms clinging to the bird tightly in the first hug he’d had in a long time.
Apollo shifted in spot, taking a small
November 2, 2025 at 5:44 PM
+ lets out a few argumentative clicks as Brash ushers him in, earn a growled shushing from the goblin.
But, once he was sure there were no prying eyes, he leaned forward, short arms clinging to the bird tightly in the first hug he’d had in a long time.
Apollo shifted in spot, taking a small
But, once he was sure there were no prying eyes, he leaned forward, short arms clinging to the bird tightly in the first hug he’d had in a long time.
Apollo shifted in spot, taking a small
The griffon falls obediently… or as obediently as Apollo could manage. It doesn’t take long to find the stables and, with only a small bit of disgust from the stablemaster, he’s able to pay for the stall.
The stall is small especially given the price, but Apollo isn’t just another horse. The bird +
The stall is small especially given the price, but Apollo isn’t just another horse. The bird +
November 2, 2025 at 5:44 PM
The griffon falls obediently… or as obediently as Apollo could manage. It doesn’t take long to find the stables and, with only a small bit of disgust from the stablemaster, he’s able to pay for the stall.
The stall is small especially given the price, but Apollo isn’t just another horse. The bird +
The stall is small especially given the price, but Apollo isn’t just another horse. The bird +