Recent content by Amnesty Greysoul

Curse and consign this night to the festering depths. Amnesty had followed Arthur up all four flights of stairs, slowly allowing herself to think that her (possibly) ill-advised decision to make sure that the marten was alright was going to turn out just fine after all. Berchar had appeared and...

I hope all goes well, LightSeeker!

"Happens to the best of us, Arthur. Not my place to judge." Hellgates knew she'd been in his shoes a time or two herself. It was more of a recent development that she'd started to deal with her feelings by shouting them to the night instead of drowning them in spirits. "It's Amnesty, actually...

"Oh, 'gates!" Amnesty stumbled forwards with Arthur, just barely bracing well enough to keep them both from going down. The marten was getting worse. And he was such a big beast; if he took a turn for the combative, it was going to be a problem. She wouldn't put arsenic in his tea (or cough-ee)...

Amnesty, probably feeling all angsty and conflicted.

The MinoMis herself, looking both sneaky and fashionable. @Dusk Rainblade

Intense battle. Stabbing the wind isn't going to help. Would you rather be shipwrecked on Urk or have unpaid debts to Misanthropy?

It was entirely possible that Amnesty had chosen the wrong place to set up her stall. Between the potential altercation about to take place between a Guardsbeast and an obviously new arrival on one side and the tiny avatar of chaos in the form of a young kit on the other, the white fox could see...

I'm putting together a salty, scarred up old otter, a bit fierce and a scrappy fighter with at least a few leadership capabilities.

It would be so, so much simpler if she could have let herself let the marten try his luck in a tavern. And Mar'kan, it wasn't as if he didn't have good reason for caution; she'd have done the same thing in his shoes. At least it was a distraction from his line of questioning regarding where...

"The Winter War? 'Gates, no. Before my time, that." Years before, if she had connected the dates correctly. "What I went through wasn't important enough to have a name. Bloody enough, though." And the less said about it, the better. At least the marten seemed to be in a better condition than...

@Darragh Harper The ragamuffin himself, breaking out in poetry.

Amnesty snorted a laugh. She should have thought of that when choosing a name that was just a fancy word for mercy. "A nun? Hardly. And the hospital... wasn't a good match. Just a healer by training, and I've had experience with getting beasts out of danger long enough to patch them back...

Amnesty did three things all at once. First, she swore, a hissed, profane expression of sudden surprise. Second, she half-dodged, half-scrambled a few inches to the side in a successful bid to avoid getting knocked to the dock. And third, her paw shot out to take a firm grip on Arthur's belt...

Finnian, looking pensive.