Recent content by Orina Emberkin

The contingent of Niceties beasts pulling cards guarded by Unsmudgables was late to arrive at the square in the Slups where Innovation had set up the warming demonstration. They had been held up by a gang of beasts only several blocks away determined to pilfer the contents of the carts. It had...

Orina gave each of those introduced a nod and smile, completely ignoring Aramaeus for the moment. "Pleased to meet you both. Thank you for joining us this afternoon." She turned to the side, gesturing to those she had brought with her. "Allow me to introduce the entourage I've collected today...

She really did like the way he held her tail. A squirrel's tail was of great pride and joy to them, not to mention a practical necessity for the kinds of acrobatics one would often partake in her line of work--indeed, Orina would have been far more devastated had she lost her tail rather than...

Her heart thrummed in her chest, not unlike it had during their diplomatic relationships prior to the current conversation. His paw was heavy and warm on her back, and with her hear to his chest, she could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady, his deep breaths sending thrills of that same...

What he told her was nothing that had not already been given to Misanthropy and either relayed to her through Dusk or found out through Stealthblades within the Ministry of Misanthropy. Still, though, it was important to know his story was the same no matter who he spoke with thus far, and Orina...

@Callisto Bluemoon @Daniil Ryalor Orina thoroughly enjoyed the remainder of the walk to the Bee in the Bonnet, skirting through the crowd with what was now an entourage--though one with a constant crackling of mysterious social tension. The tense banter between the foxes and marten left her...

"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...