Recent content by Bezine D'Oiravere

Bezine's eyes swept over the body of the mouse, a twinge of regret going through her. There was nothing you could have done, she had to remind herself. The mouse had been dead for days, judging by the state of the body. Still, as she looked about the place, the violence of the scene struck her...

Diamine! Bezine felt her spirits crash as the foxes revealed that they were just hired to foil any investigation into the missing squirrel. This was swiftly getting complicated, and dangerous to boot. She looked toward the shack, tempted to just run in... but she had promised to get help. She...

Bezine felt the splash of hot blood on her paw and up the cuff of her sleeve, some of it getting on her shirt at her waist as well. She recalled her Misanthropy training from that awful vixen, Dawn Mistrunner: "The sides are one of the best places you can stab a beast. Unprotected by the...

There. Bezine saw the truncheon whistling through the darkness just barely in time to lean away, the blow falling on her shoulder instead. She yelped as the truncheon struck her square in the shoulder, pain lancing through her upper back, and she felt the vest go taut in her paw as the fox...

Bezine felt the fur all down her back stand on end at the chuckle behind them, and even before she turned, she knew what had happened. Her eyes went to the truncheons they carried - a nasty, brutal weapon. Her dagger would be ill-suited in a fight against their longer reach. The weasel's eyes...

Bezine shivered as they passed the foxes with the scorpion tattoos. She recalled the graffiti on the door and the sign they'd tagged on it, and she suspected that the two were related. She waited until they were past the Blue Crab Saloon to put a paw on Mayday's arm and stop her in the shadows...

Bezine listened to Mayday's concerns, a pang of sympathy echoing through her heart. She'd been in situations where Eirene had been in danger, and it had nearly driven the weasel mad with worry. Being powerless to help the one you loved was a new kind of torture. "We will keep looking until we...

Bezine breathed our slowly as the monitor lizard came around. It seemed sharing her most closely guarded secret had been the right move, because Mayday replaced the door and sat on the couch for a drink. Bezine took a seat in the armchair, ignoring the mess in the room. She'd always been the...

Bezine yelped and swore as the door collapsed behind her, and she only just managed to scramble into the room. She froze in the darkness, heart pounding in her chest so furiously that she was sure the entire neighborhood could hear the drumming. She froze, listening for any approaching...

Bezine examined the graffiti, raising an eyebrow at the emblem. Clearly some sort of gang affiliation... Was there a group called the Red Scorpions? Vulpine Supremacists, most likely. Bezine still remembered her youth, when the Skulls had been a dangerous group, especially in the war camps. The...

"Capisco," Bezine confirmed. She finished readying the file and got to her feet. "I'll be back wiz ze zereabouts of ze squirrel zen," she confirmed, elongating 'squirrel' into two syllables as she tried to navigate the closely clustered alveolar phonemes, "or ze location of 'er corpse, one of ze...

Bezine looked over the file, taking note of the beast-of-interest's addresses and contacts. Despite the recent influx of woodlanders, the community was still quite small. There couldn't be that many squirrels in Bully Harbor at the moment. That would make them memorable, which made her job...

Bezine did indeed breath easy as the young detective dismissed her worries, and she considered the offer of a cigar for a moment. "Zank you," she acknowledged graciously, holding out her paw palm-forward in polite refusal, "zough I non smoke now." The weasel mulled over the prospect of immediate...

Bezine wasn't surprised by the challenge to her credentials. She sighed and, reaching into her vest, found what she was looking for in an inner pocket. She pulled out a leather flip case, folded it open, and set it on the table. The top fold had two components: stitched into the leather was an...

Bezine started slightly at the comment about her accent. She wasn't used to beasts finding it endearing. After the Winter War, Varangian immigrants, even a few generations removed like she was, were generally not looked upon favorably due to Varangia's participation in the invasion of Bully...