Recent content by Morgan Liu

Morgan raise her arm to wrap around Vihma's shoulders, letting her settle in beside her. Idly, Morgan realized that Vihma smelled nice. She wondered if there had been any shampoos in their bath water, or if there was something aromatic in the boiler system. She chuckled a bit ruefully. "Don't go...

Morgan started at the bosun's call, but leaned over and waved in acknowledgement before Ralynn walked away. She turned a curious eye toward Vihma's non-response to her question and her quick segue. "I dunno," she mused. "I think she's tryin' real 'ard t' prove she can be jus' as brutal as th'...

Morgan grinned as she saw the clearly ruffled and grumpy kit. "Aww, see? He cleans up well." She chuckled as she added to Vihma's point, "Unless you wanna 'ave those fleas again in a few days, yeh'd best 'elp us hunt down anywhere 'ey could be hidin'. An'," she added, "if yeh do, I'll talk t'...

Morgan nodded, picking up on the joke in the warning, but also the seriousness of the emotion behind it. Morgan had always gone into every fight with the presumption that she was endangering no one but herself. That wasn't the case anymore, though. She had Vihma to look after, and maybe now Finn...

Morgan's eyes widened as Vihma pulled her aside and spoke truths that, Morgan had to admit, she'd been avoiding. She'd been brash, not just now, but all her life; she'd always run toward danger, not away from it, no matter the cost. She'd throw herself in front of a badger for a stranger, but...

Morgan nodded as she listened to Vihma's explanation. It definitely took a kind of faith, to do the 'right' thing and expect it to work out. Morgan's life experience had always been that no good deed went unpunished. Then again, perhaps that had more to do with the attitude with which she'd...

Tossing the crates of apples overboard took a while, mainly because hauling them up to the deck, even with the use of a winch, was very difficult and time-consuming. The whole time, Morgan was trying not to think about her beloved leather jacket. Hopefully she could just spray it down and it...

Morgan felt the soft weight of the blanket on her, and a small surge of relief. She'd never been shy; she'd grown up in a place where cadavers appeared seemingly at random, and had become desensitized to viewing the body as anything more than a vessel of meat and bone. Still, she knew...

Morgan wanted to scream as she was brought back to consciousness by the surgeon pressing down on her chest, but she couldn't get the air to do so. Instead she wheezed and choked, spitting up blood and brine, a terrible gurgle echoing from the wound as sanguine salt water pulsed from it. When the...

Morgan paused as he wrapped his arms around her, considering whether or not to disengage his grip, before she shifted instead to lay down next to him, curling her form around him to shelter him from any cold. "Goodnight Finn," she murmured, closing her eyes. She'd probably wake up in the night...

The first one came in. Morgan's breaths were wheezes and gurgles, the half-drowned beast leaking mixed seawater and blood both from her mouth, and from an arrow wound to her back that had evidently punctured a lung. She was soaked and clearly near hypothermic as well, drifting in and out of...

Morgan still had a pulse, albeit weak. Her eyes had gone still and distant, small bubbles of air and blood escaping her mouth and nose. There was an unpleasant gurgling noise with every struggling breath, water and blood flowing out of the arrow wound and her punctured lung. A crewbeast ran...

Morgan couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. Every time she did, more water filled into her lung, and she could feel it starting to overflow into her other lung as well. She was drowning with her head above water. As Silvertongue apologized for her, she squeezed where she had her grip around...

Morgan chuckled as Finn clambered down. He was still at that adorable age where he thought vixens were gross and had cooties; Morgan had once thought the same of jacks. She'd started taking an interest in jacks pretty late, actually; she hadn't really started going with them until at least...

Morgan chuckled, raising an eyebrow as she shifted her shoulders so he could sit a little more comfortably. "You realize that Vim and I were in a tub for over an hour together, warming up from that incident while Silvie and Greeneye tended to us, right?" she inquired. "I think we're even." She...