Recent content by Orina Emberkin

"A few dozen?" Orina let out a low, soft whistle, grinning. "You have been a busy cat, haven't you?" With a quick twist and leap, she was straddling him. She lay down on his torso, propping her chin in one paw and reaching out a finger to press gently onto his nose as she steadily met his gaze...

Orina raised a brow at the little gecko, momentarily unsure how to respond to the young beast's unintelligible exclamation. She had not expected the reptile to be quite so flustered. The squirrel glanced at Amnesty to see if the vixen had any ideas, given that it seemed she knew the gecko, but...

Asta looked as though she wished to disappear completely. Tears sprung to her eyes as she leaned into Mileya, still frozen. Caden's heart was pounding, though he did not know why he was reacting so strongly. His paw twitched for his blade despite that there was no threat to life or limb. He...

Orina Emberkin, Vice Minister of Niceties, one of the few woodlanders in attendance, watched the proceedings impassively. Nothing of her expression or bearing revealed what lay deep beneath the surface: a tumult of anticipation shot through with fear of the unknown. Both Misanthropy and Niceties...

While many beasts cringe from secondpaw embarrassment at social faux pas, Orina was not that sort of beast. As Aramaeus bumbled through his untimely introduction and overly zealous pontification, she had to hide a smile. When Callisto turned his gaze towards her, however, she allowed herself a...

Orina smirked bemusedly at the little lizard. As Amnesty addressed her, the Minister shifted her weight more fully onto the prosthetic limb, causing several of the gears to whir and the articulating joints to give off soft clicks. She pulled up her pant leg slightly for the lizard's benefit to...

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...