Recent content by Calara Driftsong

The grog rested easily in Calara's stomach now, and the buzz in her head was an easy and a comfortable hum that matched well with the general rumble of happy beasts in the mess and fierce weather outside of it. The otter was leaned over the table now, her chin resting on her paws as she listened...

She couldn't remember the blast. Or, for a moment, where she was. She couldn't focus. Her head hurt. Her ribs hurt. Her back and shoulders hurt. It would be easier to say what didn't hurt, except there would have been nothing to say. But she remembered who her allies were. The cross fox. The...

Calara was a tall beast. A big beast. Not the biggest, even among the crew of the BlackShip, but well accustomed to being one of the tallest three beasts at any given time. She was not used to looking up at another creature. And certainly not at one she had, at first glance, taken to be a fox...

Calara had not realized that the little creature spoke. Not, at least, until it returned to her shoulder for a moment to pat her head and leave its acquired fox ear for safekeeping. The otter replied by reflex in only way she could. "Promise," and her paw retrieved the gory trophy and slipped it...

Calara peered down at the chart as Cryle showed it to her, then gave a smart nod (her too-small ears perked as much as they could be) as the ratmaid confirmed their exact course with a point of her paw. "Aye, Navigator! Adjusting course ten degrees to that-way!" And the otter rapped her tail on...

Calara wasn't far behind Temerity on the approach up the beach, though she spared a single long glance back towards the waves where she had last seen Korya. Good swimmer or no, it had been a moment since she'd caught sight of the young feline. It wasn't enough to leave her feeling officially...

Calara had taken her own seat in the longboat with all the others, sliding her javelin beneath the benches for the short trip out to the island. The one trouble with long hafted weapons like hers was that they were just so unwieldy in tight spaces. Now that there was work for her paws-- one of...

Calara grinned right back at Vilde, careless of whether or not any of the wildcat's grin was actually meant for her. Her crewmates were smiling, were laughing, were making light and merry and thriving in each other's company. Landlubbers could never match this. As Vilde sang the song, first in a...

There was an energy as the tide of battle shifted, and Calara rode it like a skiff breasting a wave. The battle wasn't over. They weren't out of the proverbial woods. But what had moments before been grim and hopeless was now exhilarating. "I'm all for takin' it with us, marten, but I don't...

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...