Recent content by Cryle

Cryle knew what was coming. As long as she stayed face-down, it couldn't happen. She could hear Curie behind her being helped up, a plethora of lisped apologies and thanks and some excited rambling about being a bounty hunter... Cryle stayed on the ground, firm in her decision to be this way...

Adrenaline. Confusion. Doubt. Had she misjudged the wiles of her so-called Admirer? Did they, perhaps, not know what was going on in her mind at any given time? Why would they shout her name from below - at first she surmised it was a BlackShip crew member, but who among them would brand her a...

A mysterious letter. Cryle ducked back inside, came out again with a pineapple chunk, and offered it to the gull. He gazed at her disdainfully, then ate it from her paw and flew away. But she knew that same gull would be back with her mail next time. Her little apartment room with Korya was...

Cryle's ears perked slightly forward as the vixen spoke. She nodded to herself without moving her head. Yes, that was an obvious spy. It was the accent. Slightly different than Prim's, different than the terrifying doctor rabbit, but so similar. The coat, the accent, ah, she wasn't even trying...

Snowball and Sunshine [page missing]

Apricity Prim in: Prim's Prime Peanut Paste Primogeniture-Paternity Proceedings [page missing]

Lost Kitten She would stir fitfully at first, not willing to give up the gentle caress of unconsciousness. But the body would become aware of pressure, and she would have to sit up and fish the chamber pot from under the bed. Not always, but most days. Bleary-eyed, she would pat at the table...

Cryle and the Discovery of Pineapple [page missing]

Index Cryle and the Discovery of Pineapple 🐁🍍 Lost Kitten 💔🍺 Apricity Prim in: Prim's Prime Peanut Paste Primogeniture-Paternity Proceedings 🧑‍⚖️🤼‍♀️ Snowball and Sunshine 🌨️🌤️

Military, not military... did any of it really matter? They all had power to take a beast's life, to break families apart. All sanctioned by a government that more and more, Cryle was beginning to realize, did not know what any of its various paws seemed to be doing at any given time. Such was...

Cryle was miserable again. The quicksand had stopped being quick. It was now just... packed sand. She poked at it with a stick, and stomped, and nothing more happened. It had been getting slower, each jump in... She supposed there had been pockets of air beneath the soil, which had triggered the...

Cryle gently manoeuvred the telescope out of sight within her coat. For a good while, they just let the moment breathe in silence as they gazed up with their own eyes. Ocean waves, the ruffle of sails, the creak of rigging, the muted calls of distant crewbeasts, even the soft thumping of those...

Cryle was grumpy. Having to put away her (soggy but not ruined) notebook and stop sketching the island - mapping! The things she was there to be doing! - and row... While not opposed to rowing itself, it rather seemed to her that her efforts weren't quite useful. Between Calara and Freya, the...

Giddy. She hadn't expected this so soon. Was it the rescuing of the patents from that horrible, fateful party? Was it from Griblo running his mouth about the machine she'd made to press shapes into paper so blind beasts could read by feeling? Or did it go all the way back to that horrible...

Cryle rocked back and forth on her heels, paws tucked behind her back. She gazed blankly somewhere to the right of Korya's ears, not quite looking at the assemblage, but still taking them in. A comforting feeling had descended upon them, not unlike a golden fog. It was the sort of feeling of...