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Amnesty stiffened. She had seen too many beasts relax like that just to die moments later, as if their bodies were too weak to remember how to hold onto the tiny thread of vitality. And she wasn't going to let the mouse do the same without a fight. "No, no sleeping yet, friend. Open up those...

"Hell's teeth, Liza, are you--" But the mouse was already waving concern away and Berchar moved almost as quickly to clean the spilled tea. And apparently Amnesty herself had moved with a remarkable amount of her own speed, as the vixen found herself crouched beside Liza, her own teacup...

Someone pushed up through the crowd beside Amnesty, and the white fox had only a moment to think that she had seen the sable before-- the orange-patterned blanket cape the mustelid had just unclipped was wonderfully distinct-- when someone shouted from right next to her and she became suddenly...

Colonel Beksa Shorechild General Questions What is the purpose of this NPC? Colonel of the Alton Bay outpost, mentor to the younger officers Is this NPC unique, elite, one of many, etc? Colonel Shorechild is an elite, a beast who worked her way up through the ranks by the strength of her...

If these were the kinds of shenanigans Arthur dealt with on a daily basis, no wonder the surgeon indulged in strong drink from time to time. Next time, she'd join him. Mar'kan's velvet toebeans. The words may or may not have actually slipped out. The sentiment was there either way. What the...

Amnesty had almost chosen to avoid the festivities. It would have been a rare opportunity to walk the city in peace while more or less the entirety of its population was busy celebrating in the Slups. Under normal circumstances she would have set up a stall in the hopes that she could earn a...

"Come on now, onto the stretcher, nice and easy. Get those blankets wrapped around him, he's more than cold enough already. You two, once he's on we'll get him down to the infirmary. Just like that." Amnesty's voice was even, steady, certain. More so than she felt inside, at any rate. Despite...

"I wouldn't dream of it, I swear." Amnesty's reply to Darragh's steely promise might have sounded sarcastic, insincere, or otherwise inimical, depending on the way it was delivered. The white vixen said it with every ounce of bone-deep honesty she had. It wasn't that the young stoat frightened...

EMMA. Welcome back! This is Faith/Therin/Shovar. Excited to potentially write together again at some point!

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"Just the beasts, I should think," said Amnesty, "unless the officers think different. Leastways, that's my priority." The knot of sea beasts was already at the railing, a fine example in efficiency. Lorcan and Alwyn's presence seemed to be a steadying one. Sparing a glance over the rail, the...

Amnesty's paw twitched as she accepted the mug of tea, and the hot liquid came dangerously close to spilling over her fingers and into her lap. Thank 'gates the jerboa hadn't filled it any more than he had. "Just thinking back on old friends," said the white fox, and if there was a perceptible...

And just like that, further conversation would have to wait. Amnesty followed close on Arthur's heels and saw all the same things the marten surgeon did. "Hellgates!" The word hissed unbidden through her teeth. And then she was off again at a dead run, heading for the aforementioned poles...

"No one's tangling!" That was the deeply unfortunate phrase that spilled from Amnesty's mouth in something that might accurately (if unkindly) be described as a yelp. Later, she would ascribe her distinct lack of dignity to the fact that she couldn't remember ever having been in a situation...

Pluck her tail and call her a rat. Ship's Surgeon Arthur Barrett had a sense of humor. And a mischievous one at that. Beasts could contain multitudes. "Well, if he needs them looked at again, I'd be more than happy to do so. I'm sure your own duties are more than enough to keep you quite busy...