Recent content by Freya McFjorl

As the fight came to a close around her, all Freya could see was the white of snow. Powder flew to her left and right, rent asunder by her claws. Even as the last of the Vulpinists fled and the battle came to a close, she was ripping and tearing into the rubble of compacted snow bits by her...

Expediting the gilders travel back to her pouch, Freya watched with interest as Griblo took the offered slices and dug right in. There was something about his little growl of appreciation that brought a smile to her lips—and it was actually a smile! Wasn't it only natural to enjoy a good meal...

Activity swirled around the Lynx as she stared down at the spot Cryle had been standing for far longer than anticipated. Something was going through her mind, ticking along at plenty of knots, but the only thing visible on her muzzle was a little scowl—smaller than even the ratmaid herself. So...

Surprise overtook the Lynx's features as she noticed Calara stretch then gaze skyward, focusing on her position in the crows nest with sudden intensity. As her wave and salute followed, Freya felt a blaze of pride warm her chest. It could only bode well for the voyage ahead. Then came the call...

As the Captain commanded it, so it became. Beasts poured onto the deck like the very tide herself and set themselves about the task of making ready the ship for arrival and the longboat for shore leave. The hiss of ropes in motion and the squeal of pulleys and winches filled the air. It was a...

Already a puddle was forming under the Lynx where she dripped her excess moisture away, dry only at the expressive tips of her ears with their proximity to the lanterns and risen heat of the shared space. As Freya slurped and swallowed, her stomach beginning to settle somewhat with the addition...

The little ratmaid's arrival was just as sudden as her departure. With her energy bounding her from rope to scope to railing, Freya found she could hardly keep up—but she shared Cryle's look of confusion and short, aggressive nod when they were sent her way. It was only as she was climbing back...

There was something about the sky after rain and the clarity it brought to everything, Freya decided, that was incredible. How the edges of things grew sharper as the rain washed away the haze and made clear again the land. Scanning the horizon growing smaller astern—towards the distant and long...

The Crow's Nest was no place to be in a drizzle, much less a rain, as the rocking waves, while gentle at sea level, were many times more erratic planted on the end of a mast. While it may not have been Freya's first time on a ship, it was on one so large as the BlackShip. And so had a light...

Twenty-eight years of sailing had finally lead to this. A position on a genuine Ship-'o-the-Line—and the BlackShip was massive, more than anything she'd ever been stationed on in the past. Three years of sailing with the Imperium's Navy on smaller vessels had landed her this position with at...

Soaring high, high above, dancing forward and back in the gentle bucking of the ocean's surf, perched the lookout point of The BlackShip—the crow's nest on her mighty main mast. On a Beast-of-War such as herself the nest was far more than a simple barrel hammered to the side of the mast. No...

"Hmn, Keptain... this log... missing Freya? Mm... ...Is okay. Have written down for you." (Signing Freya up for the position of Rigger and would like to also sign her up for Primary Lookout, if that's alright! C: )

Freya McFjorl Lineart by Samalamb / Colors and Edits by Bucketfox Age 31 (Smarch 3rd, 1734) Species Canadian Lynx Pronouns She/Her Size Large; 6'8" Build Hardy and Hale Rank Lookout/Rigger PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: A tall, hale and hardy beast—never to be confused with hearty—Freya...