Recent content by Korya

"Rawrghwwr! RrrrRRRrrrRRRRrrr! I'm a snowbeast! Cowards! Come back and finish the job!" They'd stopped attacking her with kicks and snow clumps (no time to pack a ball at melee range!) and fled in the wake of Freya's cry and destructive size. Korya lay in wait under the rubble; a new target...

Even if she weren't high out of her mind on sedatives, Korya would have struggled to recall a time she was held so. She didn't quite melt into it, but she did find herself coming to terms with the idea - the melting was just a side-effect of her scruff being held so tight. "Bye..." she said...

"That's what I tell beasts, too!" chirped up Korya. She raised a paw and waved vaguely towards the newcomer's voice, assuming everybeast had gone quiet to acknowledge his arrival. Then her ears quirked to the side. "...why would that come up at all?" "Qslrp," said Cryle.

Korya let the sea and ship send her reeling across the bench, colliding into Vilde. She slumped there against the larger feline, enjoying the warmth - both Vilde's and the growing fuzzy feeling in her belly that told her the grog and soup were mixing into something wonderful. It was starting to...

"Left of the fort," Korya grunted. "Got it." There was a fort? She was getting frustrated. Not a single snowball had hit her back. What was the point of this snowball fight, if no one was going to try? Maybe she was too fast. Or was Griblo guarding her? He was a bigger target, after all... She...

Korya scrunched up her shoulders and rested her head against the counter as she continued to knead the biscuit dough. There was a little chittering from the others over "Frost Biscuits", but she tried to ignore it. She did have fish heads to look forward to, at least. Well... feel forward to...

Korya's face scrunched up. "Like... head chef?" she said, slowly, the full weight of the concept unravelling in her mind. "Ordering beasts around?" She started to perk up again, bouncing a little. "Yelling at them, throwing pots that aren't perfect? Complaining that things aren't cooked...

"I WANT BLOOD. What’ya say, Snowrya, you wit’ me?" Korya folded her stick up with a twist and a kick - pushing the stick down on her footpaw as it lifted, followed by another twist, and click. She tucked it into her belt and secured the wrist-loop. Cryle had made a fine tool for her, but now...

"Full course..." A strange expression crossed the little feline's face. She was thinking, which wasn't something she liked to do often, or for long periods of time. "I have a single pot and a single pan, back home, and only a little sack of flour and some spices at the moment. I'd need to go...

A lot happened very fast. And Korya dangled by the scruff again, footpaws going numb as she was yanked around, with little time to object. She stumbled after Griblo, Ruffano's vest hanging off one shoulder and being used as a leash, paws wrapped tight around the ferret's satchel. She tripped and...

Korya's ears were starting to get tired out. Flattening with embarrassment, perking with pride, swivelling like a confused party-goer who had just arrived to find no-one to take their coat and no idea where or who the host was... She just hunkered down - which is to say stood on tip-paws - and...

Korya's bandages dampened. She continued to burble and blubber, mewing out noises that were hardly words. She found her footpaws again, and pulled away from Mälikä to once again wrap her arms around Boggy, then Swifttail, catching the fox after a few missed swipes through the air. "Thank you,"...

Korya had spent the last several hours exploring. Touching everything, asking the air questions that sometimes were answered, sometimes unheard. She hadn't truly planned on joining the Navy, but it seemed like a fun adventure to partake of. One could always just stop being in the Navy whenever...

Korya twitched. Had everybeast had their turn pawing at her like she was a sack of potatoes? Hopefully. She sat up, patting at the vest around her, and slipped her arms through the holes properly. Better than nothing to hide her waterlogged fluff. The wind was nice and invigorating after a good...

"Left! LEFT! M'LEFT!" Like a siren's call, Griblo's voice pierced the water. Korya adjusted her positioning, striking out to her left. Miss! She pulled her body further, swinging her arms as far as they would reach. Whiff! Did he say my left, or his left? By the time she twisted around to...