Recent content by Corda LaConte / Cordan LeConte

Cordan beamed as his new companion cried her enthusiasm to join his quest, and he refocused his enmity upon the stubborn stain before him. "Count your hours, blaggard," he warned, "for the reckoning of your misdeeds is close at paw! Ne'er again shall ye besmirch our beloved vessel!" He stabbed...

The offer from the wildcat was so unexpected that it had Cordan beaming in delight. "My lady," he cried, offering a bow, "forgive me for underestimating you on the basis of your sex! Truly it would be an honor to stand together with you at the Hellgates themselves, beating back the demons of...

Cordan had to resist the urge to climb atop one of the cannons and straddle it like the racing crabs ridden by the heroes in his favorite series of adventure novels, The Cavalier Trio. As it was, he ran a paw fondly over the iron hulk, whispering, "Next time" before following the group. As...

Cordan started at the interruption to his duel, straightening up and looking momentarily taken aback by the wildcat's compliment. A moment later he swept his hat off his head into a deep bow, mop out to his side in a misplaced performance of courtly etiquette. "Why thank you, my lady," he...

Cordan had just started to settle when the revelation arrived. He leaped immediately from his seat, paw upon his rapier. "That rapscallion!" he cried, horror etched into his expression. "To think I was duped into swearing an oath to a corsair! Well, no oath of honor can hold when made to an...

Cordan practically leaped into action at the Captain's orders, running excitedly to hoist the anchor, haul the sails, cut the jibbons, weight the... He slowed to a stop as he realized that he actually didn't know how to do any of that. He wasn't even sure that jibbons were a real thing; part of...

Corda leaned forward, contemplating how to handle this. She supposed she could try to persuade Silvertongue not to fall into the trap, but he seemed determined to rescue his mother, no matter what. That wasn't something Corda could help with... but she knew someone who could. "I'm going to go...

It was Cordan who answered the call to assemble on deck. After an awkward first day on the vessel, Cordan and Corda had come to an implicit agreement. Where Corda's medical expertise was required, or she was personally requested, she would take over; otherwise, Cordan had full reign to...

Corda breathed out in relief at the acceptance shown by the doctor, as well as the gentle invitation to get herself settled in. "Thank you Doctor," she replied softly. "I think my brother and I will go find a space for ourselves. I will gladly see you again this evening." She bowed her head...

Corda took a deep breath before releasing the tension in her shoulders at the doctor's seeming acceptance of her and her brother's condition. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about being institutionalized... at least, not in the immediate future. "Thank you Doctor," she softly responded...

Corda listened closely to the fox's narrative, trying to piece together where exactly the story was heading and how it explained the involvement of the pirate. "So," the vixen inquired, picking up the menu and perusing it in an attempt to stave off the waitress coming their way, "your uncle is...

Corda took a deep breath, then glanced about out the door before closing it, standing with her back to it. "The captain knows," Corda admitted, "and he signed us both onto the crew anyway, so I presume he would want me to inform you. Still, I... I would prefer it not be widely circulated among...

Corda shrank under Doctor Nähenerv's gaze, her heart already racing. There was something of contempt and disgust in those eyes that brought her immediately back to her childhood home, making her five years old again and terrified of every heavy creak of the floor under her father's footpaws. On...

Corda hesitated at the question. She hadn't expected such genuine warmth from the doctor, not after the scalding she'd received on deck from the other surgeon. The insightful and well-intended inquiry was similarly surprising. "I... Yes," she admitted, her gaze tilting to the floor as her ears...

Corda winced as the hare physician entered the infirmary, though she still gave him a deferential curtsey. The harsh contempt he'd shown her on the deck that morning still stung like a lashing, and the thought of earning further rebukes from him made her want to cry. Instead she listened to the...