Recent content by Orina Emberkin

"To live at the whim of the Empress on a day to day basis is a privilege many of us will never know," Orina said wryly. "As for news from the Ministries, I could certainly see your aunt keeping details from you--it is her way, after all. But hmm, what is there to tell?" She tapped at her chin...

Orina considered whether she should feel guilty for enjoying herself as she tried to determine just what it was that buzzed between this group of beasts who had collided with each other. Perhaps guilt was not the most productive in the situation, so the squirrel settled on allowing herself the...

Orina ran a fingerclaw along Tal'Rakan's jaw and through the dense fur of his sideburns. She considered how to respond to the lynx, weighing her options. The squirrel had wisdom and experience to draw upon from many such situations; information gathering and diplomacy through pillow-talk...

This was the kind of diplomacy Orina enjoyed the most. There was a great deal to learn about a beast in such circumstances, and she was keen on learning as much about Tal'Rakan as she possibly could. As she suspected, she was in no way disappointed by the big cat. He was every bit what she...

There were quite a few things Orina wished to say to Dusk, but she felt those words best left unsaid until they were in private, preferably with drinks in paw. As it was, she waited alongside her friend and the disguised vixen, watching as the last of the beasts exited the opera house...

Orina's mouth quirked into a grin at Daniil's fumble. Bless him, he was just as Dusk had described. How he had survived the Ryalors this long was beyond her. Eventually she extricated her paw from his to be introduced to Mileya. She noticed Aramaeus avert his gaze from the vixen, feeling it...

Orina stood. While she came only to the big cat's chest, the squirrel did not back down from his posturing. She felt the thrill of being so close to a predator such as him coursing through her. It was something she discovered when she was much younger: the sensation of being hunted was...

"Hmm." After returning his bow in flawless Fyadoran style, Orina gave Daniil a thorough visual inspection as she recalled what she knew of the todd. "I'm simply curious. Daniil, right? Your mother was Vaelora Ryalor, so that makes you a Ryalor, no?." Caden, standing beside Daniil, wished to...

"There are many methods of spying, my friend." Orina smirked with a sultry quirk of her brow to match his coy grin. "Who's to say I didn't ask you here already with the full knowledge of your proclivities? Perhaps, having learned of your tastes through my network of Stealthblades, I thought it...

Orina could not help but let a flicker of a smile cross her lips at the description of Imperial politics as quaint. She supposed in a place where religion was intertwined with politics, such machinations as what took place in the Imperium would be unheard of. At his question, the squirrel lifted...

Orina looked upon the scene in front of her, entirely unperturbed. She had not moved much when her Unsmudgables accosted the todd and jack, save to shift her footpaws into a more defensible stance. When Aramaeus made his assessment, the vice minister glanced at him. "Perhaps that could be it."...

Asta stared up at the armored marten leaning over her. She could not get her body to move to take his paw as she quivered in fear. Then Morgan was there at his side, reaching out to her. "M-Morgan," the jill whispered shakily. Something within her seemed to break through the ice penetrating her...

Orina appreciated a beast who deserved to carry themselves as Tal'Rakan did--not simply all talk and swagger, but with the experience to back up the confidence. That he did not even attempt humility as he listed off his achievements was refreshing. This was a beast who knew himself and his...

@Aramaeus Lemon @Daniil Ryalor "Never say 'never', my friend." Orina winked at Aramaeus. In front of them, the wildcat Stealthblade subtly parted the crowd for the pair. Another pair of beasts, a grey fox and white marten, appeared from around a set of vendors stalls, moving at a rapid pace...

Orina flicked her tail and nodded at the tomcat's conclusion. "Wise of you to respect such beasts, really. It is a powerful class of beasts who holds such sway over the culture of a country, much less has a paw on the pulse of the masses. My Ministry has many parallels, it seems. We do uphold...