Recent content by Calara Driftsong

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...

"Able seabeast it is then, Cap'n, and it'll be my honor," Calara said. Her paw felt large, even clumsy as she took the proffered quill, but she signed her name well enough to the roster. Once her name graced the list in its simple, blocky letters the otter pushed both back across the table to...

The otter grinned. "I'm afraid the day the crew needs me to provide more than the most basic first aid will be a bad day, as my skills tend to run more in the way of making wounds than patching them up. But I'm a good paw on a ship and have more'n likely spent more of my life on the waves than...

Judging by Elara's posture as she exited the Captain's office, it seemed that meeting, at least, had gone well. Then again, the hedgehog hadn't seemed the sort of beast who would tell one way or another. It wouldn't have been the professional thing to do. Any further musing on the otter's part...

Sea and sand, the rabbit had a temper as big as the rest of him. That was bound to end well. That hedgehog seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, though. Cal stepped forward, enough to throw her lot in with Elara, deliberately not enough to give the impression she was angling for the...

To think she had nearly been too late to sign up on this magnificent dark beauty of a ship. The big otter could feel it the moment her paws touched the gangplank: this was a vessel with history. It was almost intimidating. For all the years she had spent aboard one ship or another, despite...

Calara Driftsong Age44 (Merry 31, 1721) SpeciesOtter Pronounsshe/her Size (Extra Small, Small, Medium, Large, Extra Large)Large BuildFit RankAble Seabeast PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: A tall, broad-shouldered otter with countless scars marking their zig-zag paths through her dark brown...