Recent content by Calara Driftsong

At the small Master-at-Arm's admonishment to bring her javelin, Calara responded with a sharp nod and a wide grin. "Aye, marm! Would've hated to go anywhere without her." And with that enthusiastic declaration, she bounded across the deck to go below, reappearing some few minutes later with both...

"Ha! If you don't finish it, then I will! I think I can guess it as well as anybeast here." Calara's blue eyes were positively glittering with happiness now, and her chest and belly were full of the bubbling joy she had only ever found aboard sea-going vessels. Never mind the fact that she...

As Calara settled the wheel into her desired heading-- south, in the general direction of Pricklee Point-- the otter tilted her head back and let the salt breeze play through her whiskers and fill her lungs. She couldn't have described it if anybeast had asked her about it, she didn't...

It was when the next strike grazed Wiley and another left a new gash along Calara's own rudder that she faced awareness of their own mortality with violent certainty. This wasn't a scuffle in the Bilge or a mess hall argument gone overly enthusiastic. The Vulpinists wanted blood and would take...

"Consider me a volunteer for the rowing and the shore party, then." Calara stood with the other helmsbeasts amid the growing crowd and hubbub. "I can row with the best o' beasts and I'm a good paw in a fight, if it were to come to it." The big otter did what she could to hold back the loudest...

Covering fire? Calara could lay down covering fire. The otter ducked and twisted, narrowly avoiding a fresh barrage of icy missiles and using the pack several snowballs of her own. Her paws were large, her movements quick. And when she threw her snowballs she threw them with the speed and power...

"Swimming!" At Korya's invitation, Calara's otter heart agreed instantly, because when swimming was the question, the answer had to be yes. Fortunately, Calara's otter brain followed quickly behind with an entire lifetime's worth of examples of why one didn't do that in the middle of an ocean...

Despite the odds, Calara held her own. At least, she fought well enough that if this turned out to be her final scrap, she would go down with pride and a defiant baring of her teeth. One of the foxes, a small, wiry one who had been on the receiving end of her tail a moment before, snarled and...

It was a rainy evening, and the BlackShip rolled gently on the waves as she sailed quiet through open waters. At least, Calara would have said the rolling was gentle. But then again, she had been through worse weather in smaller vessels, and the argument could be made that her judgement on the...

It was mayhem. Absolute, perfect mayhem. It took less than the space of two heartbeats, accelerated though they were, for Calara to loose both her javelin and her buckler, and barely longer than that to have them both readied in her paws. “Yeeearghh! It’s an otter! Kill it!” "Ha! Try it and...

Take the helm. Calara's heart soared. Her palms tingled with the anticipation of feeling the sturdy, worn wood of the ship's wheel in her paws. And best of all, her rising vexation with the giant rabbit surgeon faded into inconsequence. "Helm! Aye, Cap'n!" The big otter bounded across the deck...

It was a lovely day for a wander into the city. That was what Calara had thought as soon as she had appeared on deck that morning. Or more specifically, it was a lovely day for an expedition into the city for food that wasn't from the shipboard rations. It wasn't that the vittles on the...

Calara grimaced as she worked, teeth bared in a combination of physical effort and rankling irritation. That rabbit was moving under full sail towards being a Problem. He just wasn't the sort of problem that could be bettered in any way by anything she could do at that particular moment, and...

Calara's was one of the many voices giving body to the full-throated cheer that echoed across the deck of the BlackShip. There were so many beasts here. Such a massive crew. Such a dark and beautiful vessel rocking gently on the waves. She had sailed before. She knew that. She knew, too, that...

"Aye, Cap'n," said the otter, dipping her head in the sharp nod that was about as close as she'd ever gotten to a salute. Seeing as the vulpine was the sort of beast who winked, she didn't imagine he'd mind the technical lack of decorum. Taking care as she turned to keep from hitting anything...