Recent content by Griblo Jankweed

Griblo paused at the storeroom door, ears twitching. He’d expected the knob to turn, but it resisted as though the room was locked. The nerve of it all! However, on his second attempt to ensure that he was indeed being kept from where he was needing to go, he was pleasantly surprised to find...

The hammock gave a faint creak as Griblo shifted, one gold hoop catching the lantern glow and scattering a wavering star of light above him. He stared daggers at the planks overhead. Those damn missing potatoes. Two dozen tubers short by his count now, and every time he so much as breathed near...

Griblo puffed out his chest the moment the office door clicked shut behind Emilio and Two-Tails. “Ha! Wot’d I tell ye lot?” he crowed, planting his paws on his hips like he’d personally secured a royal appointment. His whiskers angled up in pure, unfiltered smug. He strutted a slow loop around...

Griblo shoved upward from below, paws planted on swaying limbs and slick scales, boosting the two half-conscious beasts onto the dock before scrambling after them. He clambered over the pier’s edge like a drowned rat, dripping from every whisker, fur plastered tight to his frame. "BLOODY...

Griblo had barely finished tying off the line when a sharp little elbow jabbed him in the ribs. Korya was grinning up at him like she'd pilfered an entire bushel of ripe strawberries. "Lover!? Don’t make me gag!" Griblo bent at the waist and made a dramatic retching noise over the rail. "Me...

Griblo kicked downward through the dim, cloudy water, lungs tight and ears pinned by the cold. The murk swallowed shapes and shadows, but the bag - thank Vulpuz - sat wedged in a patch of soft mud just beneath him. He angled his body, tucked his paws, and plunged the last few feet, snatching the...

Griblo’s eyes bulged as the entire scene unfolded faster than his brain could catalog the disasters. First the kitten bit Ruffano. Then she smacked into the dock like a stunned gull. Then -oh Vulpis help him- she launched into the harbor again, a streak of wet fury, with the skink diving in...

While Ruffano fluttered and fawned over the skink like some lovesick stage peacock, the ferret stomped hard enough to rattle the dock. "Wells get on wit’ it, den!" he barked, tail bristling like a bottlebrush. "M’ bag is prolly ‘alfway cross Bully by now ‘cause o’ yer condition, Ruff!" But...

Griblo’s snarl faltered at the skink’s pointed gesture toward her very limited clothing. He blinked, jaw working, caught between indignation and the faint, begrudging realization that she truly had nowhere to hide a whole satchel. "W...well I dunno!" he blurted, puffing up again even as his...

The deck of the BlackShip thundered with life as Captain Jeshal’s final cry rang out. Cheers broke like surf against the rails, paws and claws clapping, ropes flying loose from the cleats. Griblo was right there among them, a grin splitting his muzzle as he threw back his head and whooped with...

The lower decks of the BlackShip smelled of oil, salt, and the long memory of wood that had seen a hundred storms. The timbers were clean but scarred, the air thick with tar and old rope. It was the scent of a ship that had lived a hard life and refused to die. Lanternlight swayed against the...

Griblo gave Kaii a side-eye the moment the fox pulled out his watch. When told to be patient, he stuck his tongue out at him with all the subtlety of a dock-kitten. "Patient, he says. Forty-seven seconds? Fox brain’s wound tighter’n a winch cable if'n he t'inks dat'..." He was still muttering...

Griblo spun in a full circle, eyes wild and fur on end, every whisker standing at attention like he’d just licked a live wire. His claws jabbed the air in every direction. "Don’t jus’ stand there gawkin’ Ruff! somebody’s nicked me bag!" A flash of movement caught his eye. A young badger...

Griblo sprang upright with a snarl, fur bristling and tail lashing. "Oi! Took ye long ‘nuff! Been sittin’ ‘ere for goin’ on an hour!" A soft kerplunk sounded somewhere beneath them. Small, innocent, and wholly ignored as the evening waves swallowed it up. "Oi gots de job roightly ‘nuff... Keep...

Griblo puffed out his chest and help out his paws eagerly as Emilio offered over the scabbard and pack. "Aye, mate! Ye can trus’ me!" The moment the badger’s weapon and gear were in his grip, however, the ferret staggered backward a step, knees buckling under the sheer weight. He tottered...