Recent content by Liza Fairpaw

Rory placed a paw on Daniil's shoulder, nodding. "Alright, then that means--" He was interrupted by a loud meow directly outside the window. A shadow passed over the open slats, and suddenly the big otter was staring into the eyes of a young wildcat. It was time for the Unsmudgables to move...

On the rooftop, Liza and Rory had gone quiet. The Rangeblade had an arrow nocked, and she crouched in the shadow of the chimney, ears forward and twitching slightly to catch what bits of the conversation below that she could. Whatever was happening, it was not what the Smudgies had expected, and...

Liza had settled as comfortably as she could into the couch. Despite the suddenness of the company, the mouse did not mind. She twitched an ear towards Amnesty at the vixen's question. "Oh, well enough. I'm still a month out from regular duty, an' I'm gettin' mighty antsy because o' it...

Grateful for the respite, Liza nodded her thanks to Berchar. "Thank you, 'tis very kind o' you." She flicked an ear towards Amnesty as the fox chuckled. "You're welcome, it's the least I could do, really. An' it gives me somethin' t'do. Been cooped up for a spell now wi' this injury, so a bit o'...

Liza lifted her nose, sniffing the still, night air. Above the usual stench of the harbor, she smelled the telltale scent of fried noodles and questionable meat. Scooting away from the peak of the pitched roof upon which she perched, the mouse Rangeblade slid down to the gutter and peered to the...

Hearing Arthur's request for a blanket, Liza shifted her attention momentarily from fetching tea to lifting a folded blanket from the arm of the couch and pawing it off to Amnesty. "Here you go. An' it's okay, I can at least manage a tea pot. Thank you, though. No pullin' a bowstring for a few...

Liza watched Amnesty work with an appreciation for the vixen's skill. She winced in sympathy for the marten, though with the amount of alcohol in his system she doubted he felt as much as a sober beast might. "What are th' odds that three medically-inclined beasts meet each other for th' first...

Liza craned her neck around to see the wound on the marten's back, wincing empathetically. She did not envy him what came next in that process to treat the re-opened laceration. She waved off the offers from the earnest medically-oriented beasts to check her own injury. "Jus' had me mate Rory...

Having already donated her couch to the cause, it was not difficult for the mouse to also offer a blanket in which to carry the marten into her apartment. Then she was asked for clean rags. And of course she had those, given that she was still in the mid stages of recovery from her own grievous...

Liza sighed. She had hoped for a quiet evening, but it seemed such was her lot that rest would have to wait. Looking with some concern at where the marten was reaching around to scratch, she saw a small bit of blood on his shirt, the patch very slowly increasing in size. "Mate, you're...

@Izakis In the smoke and haze, the rat Longblade nearly collided with Izakis. She had lost her spear in the explosion and was slightly dazed, but the Unsmudgable had enough sense to grab hold of the lizard and pull her away from the recovering attackers. "This way. Follow me." The pair...

The door to the third floor apartment opened and Liza peered out at the mustelid crumpled in a heap in front of her. The mouse Unsmudgable held a paw to her side. She looked up the staircase and lifted her other paw in a small wave at Amnesty. "Uh, is he a friend o'yours?" Liza crouched...

@Kal Goldtail @Liza Fairpaw Ciara grabbed Kal and pulled her away from the attackers, shoving her in the direction the other vixen had indicated. "Aye, good idea, you and the others run!" The Skillblade grunted as she took a crossbow bolt in the arm, but she kept in front of the unarmed...

@Kal Goldtail @Izakis Skillblade Adept Ciara, a well-built vixen with warm brown eyes, dashed up the stairs of the catwalk. She could see some beasts moving about through the smoke, and other immobile forms. Flames licked the stage below, and she tried not to think about the charred remains of...

With a nod and wave to Izakis to acknowledge her, Liza wrapped a portion of the rope she held onto around the body to take some of the weight from it for Kal. Then she began the grisly process of extricating the dead beast from the pulley. The mechanism squeaked and shook, and the mouse had to...