Recent content by Eskila

The upper floor was like a large living room, one half devoted to a short hallway - much like downstairs - which split off into multiple other rooms. Through open doors, bunk beds could be seen, and a washtub in the furthest. A large picture window looked over the back garden, while another set...

"I don't know how cold footpaws make waffles taste better," Eskila admitted, after staring at Darragh for a very, very long time. "That's not where tongues are supposed to go." She gazed upwards a moment, staring intently at the ceiling, as mud-wrestling jills rolled around in her mind and...

Slowly, but surely, Eskila sat up. It was a process, and it didn't quite finish. There was grappling at blankets, at the wall, at the mattress, at her own legs, which simply teetered backwards until her long body was briefly a slightly annoyed U-shape. There was twisting, and push-ups, and...

Her face gently ached from the outpouring of tears, but in a way... it was catharsis Eskila rarely got to feel. Crying was good, sometimes? And just once, she managed to stay awake to really feel it. It was... nice. The trek to her shield and back up the street to find her halberd allowed her...

"Blorf," said Eskila, with a face full of Hugo tail. She rolled away and stared at the sky until she felt like she could actually sit up again. Her head swam. Recent events bobbed up and down in the sea of memory as the waters settled. She gazed about the street, half-drunk with confusion. Her...

Eskila, sniffling and hiccuping and still dabbing her eyes with whatever dry fur was left on her arms, nodded along. "I had two cakes... one time, when I was... small..." She hurtled into another back-wracking howl of anguish and distress, but quickly sorted herself. "...and an...an...another...

Tears dried, but eyes continued to ache. Her throat was sore from clenching back sobs, her jaw felt bruised. Her breath rattled. And in the empty silence left behind by a faded conversation and the echoes of songs, memory came collapsing down like the skeleton of a house whose hollow bones had...

Eskila stood slack-jawed, blepping vacantly as the Minister explained the little heater devices. Her brain desperately clung onto the word water while her eyes watched his luxuriously poofy tail with no small amount of jealousy. Her own tail, frazzled at the moment, singed with a new patch...

Eskila slowly sat up and removed her helmet. The fur on her head stood up straight, the ends following the fluff-covered metal helmet's arc through the air as she set it down beside her. She hiccuped, then belched, and swept her tail back and forth in quick little bursts, sending another...

Eskila sank into her pillow, further and further, until the walls seemed to stretch out and the ceiling became nothing but a speck, then nothing at all. She woke in a snowfield, layered black with ash. A creature, not unlike a deer, soared over the snow, a tall beast swathed in black riding on...

Eskila nodded back against her pillow. "It's ok if you fall asleep," she said. "It's what we're here for. I can try and sleep after maybe... or maybe someone will come..." She gazed at the door, the shape of it blurring into an oval of sorts. "Do you ever think, there's too much going on in a...

Eskila's brow nudged a bit. It was doing that a lot today, with this stoat. It was starting to get tired and wanted to stop having to nudge, knit, or furrow anymore, longing for the cozy comfort of a blank, oblivious expression. "Ok," she said, and stood up. She closed the door part way, and...

The giant furball loomed. Compared to the momentum of one full-grown sable running full-speed combined with the momentum of one half-grown gecko running full speed - even though the friction of shield on cobbles was not optimal - the weight of one fox and weasel kit off-center in a large, soft...

Eskila gingerly patted herself down, checking for injuries from her fall. As far as falls went, it was one of the better ones. Only a few feet, and she'd already been mostly horizontal when it started. She gave Darragh a weary thumbs-up to confirm she was alright, but the stoat barely gave her...

"Okay," said Eskila, huffing along. She let her legs stretch to their fullest and began to outpace the gecko once again. Not for long. The ground began to slope. A curve in the street brought the harbour into view above the buildings ahead, a thin line of blue over the drab, mottled colours of...