Recent content by Irene Rightsbeast

The two rascals have stepped into the domain of a notorious criminal mastermind. Well, they never really left it, for she owned all of bully harbor. The rich paid into her racket, the merchants had to give up their wares to her highwaybeasts, the fogeys took out her competition, and the...

Irene held onto Amnesty, resting her head against her shoulder. Her kittish mind was in a familiar scary place. She was caught, discovered, exposed, chased. There were people yelling at her and trying to grab her. Throwing things at her. She could feel the snowballs flying by her head and...

"Alra'ayt awl, let's try this one!" Irene lead the group over to a restaurant, it looked like a fine and healthy establishment and it was only recently closed for the holiday. It was in a relatively safe part of the slups, only about a hundred tails or so away from the docks, and Irene knew...

irene's intuition about the squirrel's importance didn't fail her. She only new that minister was a very important word, and that every minister was of one thing or another. A ministry of niceties though? Niceties doesn't even sound like a real word. But she assumed some ministry had to make...

Irene saw a mob of beasts rushing down the street, and snuck into an alley between two homes to avoid them. She came in just in time to hear a clatter of metal and approaching pawsteps. She turned around, ready to curse her rotten luck for bringing her right into an occupied passage, when she...

"Ugh! Get speared!" Irene barely got an hour of sleep, before she was woken up at midnight by the deluge of violence. She rolled off the pile of blankets in her cartboard, and poked her head out. A familiar wildcat stared back at her from a poster hung on a wall of a house opposite her alley...

Irene looked over the frigid ferret's head, and turned to look at the other beasts on the snowy battlefield. Unfortunately for her, while before the crowd was dispursed over the relatively large field, everyone has now gotten to the remains of the fort, where she was with her sneakily-gotten...

🎶🎶🎶 Run! Run! Irene run! Come on out to play! All dibbuns will be merry on this snowy winter day! Don't you fear to slip and fall when you have a paw to hold! Everyone is merrier when there are more, hey! No kit fears the snow or ice, frost winds or the cold, You are no lizard or a chicken...

Irene Rightsbeast [no picture yet] Age16 SpeciesRed fox PronounsShe / her Size (Extra Small, Small, Medium, Large, Extra Large)large Buildslim, almost twiggy RankNone PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: A dark red furred vixen with short pointy ears, yellow eyes, a long snout that's bent...