Recent content by Eskila

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...

And Eskila gamely stalked her prey down the streets, huffing. Shield slung over her back, arms pumping, head down, leaping over cabbages - though they seemed less and less now. She was gaining on the ball. So far, no fires. Also, the streets in the wake of it were noticably... cleaner? Apart...

Eskila twitched. She couldn't breathe, her nose full of soft, white, downy stoat belly fluff. Her tongue felt cottony. Ears folded back, trying to shut out the sounds of giggling and cackling, and her legs kicked but barely moved. Shoulders hunched, twisted, arms pushed, limp and weak, but...

Eskila's ears drooped, the sadness of the thought of even his landlord's kit having to help pull a cart starting to overwhelm her. The way his eyes welled up as he thought about it, the quavering of his voice. This poor stoat had such a hard life, pulling carts with his family... Despite the...

Eskila squirmed a little on the bed. She wasn't entirely sure what a poet was, but she hoped he had washed before coming in this morning. Perhaps he had, he didn't smell awful, as far as stoats went. Or males. Or male stoats. As usual when she was in over her head with other beasts, she just...

Eskila stared unblinking as Darragh made himself comfy on her bed. Her bed that she had paid for. In the room she had rented for the day and following evening, with her own money. And her soul brightened a little; he looked quite needy, and there was room. Her money was doing double duty, then...

Panicked screaming, beasts fleeing in terror - and Eskila waded through the crowd in the opposite direction, shield up to split the flow around her. Grim determination marked every heavy step of her plate boots on the cobbles. The street narrowed, a corner was turned... And there it was...