Recent content by Cryle

Cryle stared at her page as her sketch of the island's coastline suddenly became three-dimensional and very, very square. And ginger-scented. She didn't raise her face back up, not until the lynx had retreated again. What was with everybeast on this ship being so sneaky? Too many sounds, that's...

"Oi, I don't need accessibility, I can read just fi... fine...!" Korya's indignant reply to Griblo's revelation felt distant and echo-y, like it came from another room. This was due to all the blood rushing around in Cryle's head as she blushed so fiercely her silvery fur was turning pink even...

Cryle sat in the longboat, quivering with anticipation. Her tail was neatly tucked around her waist, and along with the rest of her gear, she had fished out the harpoon-headed javelin from the bundle before anybeast else could claim it. She would need it to fish with while they left her behind...

Cryle was wildly acquainted with the tops of her boots already, but familiarity was often a source of comfort, and so she continued to observe them instead of... whatever was talking to them. She'd heard mole noses were grotesque things, like they'd tried to eat a squid while a squid had tried...

"Good heavens, it's hideous!" Cryle's tail wriggled nervously. Should she dare look? Frankly, all these outfits seemed rather hideous to her. Which meant, if someone wearing one thought something else was hideous, there was a fifty-fifty chance it either wasn't, or was much, much worse. She at...

Cryle danced impatiently. She knew he knew she knew. And yet, here he was, ordering her across the whole length of the ship in her current condition, when a nice, quiet, private place was just past those walls... She gazed up at Jeshal. Though it was only for the briefest of moments, a glance...

Several days ago... If she was going to attend this atrocious event, she was going to have plans. Never again would she be trapped in a building without knowledge of every single exit, current or otherwise. There was a certain bland kinship she felt with her contact, a scruffy-faced...

The last several days had been the stuff of nightmares. It all began with a letter... A letter containing an invitation. Of course, she could simply not go. It was a masquerade; who would know any better? But then, with slowly creeping horror, she realized that he would know better. It would...

Paws pitter-pattered. Boots bip-bopped. Cryle slunk after the pair ahead of her, hat low against the glare of lanterns. A bio-luminescent container at each temple, mirrors and lenses, built around a simple frame of disused spectacles, a latch - just the thing! A lever on the side, each side...

The ship buzzed, and Cryle buzzed with it. The excitement of getting to leave - momentarily or otherwise - was filling her head with all sorts of imaginings. All the better to block out all the sudden activity all around. On the ship's waist, a boat was being hauled up and out, beasts scurrying...

Cryle wobbled. It was all getting to be a bit... much. The sleeplessness was catching up to her quickly. And speaking of catching... one small little cat, that she could handle. A more average-sized wildcat, sure. A little distance, certainly, but it wasn't like the old stories where rodents...

Cryle listened patiently to Griblo's explanation of procurement, with the occasional huffy interrupt from Korya along the lines of "...not a kitten..." and "...galley's off limits..." The ratmaid considered her options as she sat and swung in time with the ocean's movements deep below. She...

Cryle was seriously reconsidering her choice of wardrobe. While her initial purchase of hat, coat, boots, etc., had been inspired by the fashion of the protagonists of The Cavalier Trio (a pulp adventure series she was quite embarrassingly fond of), she was quickly starting to regret it. She...

"Brrrpblts, I'd sooner dance with waves than a jack!" Korya cackled, and slurped loudly at her food once more. Cryle groaned and curled up into a tighter ball. "Besides," the cat mused, "how can it ever be too wet to swim... that's like... that's like saying... It's too dry to sunbathe...

A snowball whizzed overhead, ruffling her hat's feather. "Korya..." " - and then I need to show you how to ice skate, it'll be romantic! Er, not romantic like - not as if we're dating but you'll see... I hope this festival doesn't get as weird as the last one, I told you about the last one...