Recent content by Perila Z. Mogul

Ames Gladdenberry jerked awake at the clunk of the brick hitting the bunk above, just in time for the other marten's wild blows to rain on and around her. She screamed in alarm, and then in agony as several of the teeth in the left side of her mouth were knocked out. "P-please, STOP! PLEA-...

Aginpole leaned in close enough to whisper. "Let's talk outside. Don't make me come back in 'ere." The big ferret then turned and slunk out, leaving the door ajar behind him.

Tomas punched the marten fondly in the arm, whispered "Good lad," and then the two vixens began stalking quietly across the room down to where the marteness lay sprawled, snoring quietly and clasping her pillow to her chest. Her front rose and fell peacefully in the darkness, unaware as she was...

"A good shot with a crossbow, huh?" Bluddfang looked to Aiken, then back at the marten. "Well color me impressed, I didn't know me brother could swing a stick much less use a crossbow. What've you been up to since ya went away, Ake, join the Kreehold?" She elbowed him, and then grinned her...

"Bluddfang!" she corrected quickly, flinching at the useage of her name. "M' name's Bluddfang!" She gave him one last squeeze and pulled back, smiling fondly up through her filth at the taller stoat. "Destiny don't wait, doncha know," she said, punching him in the arm, and then she grinned and...

The kit wiped her muzzle off on the sleeve of her ratty shirt and looked up, somewhat surprised at the lack of anger from ths stranger. Weren't beasts at the Bilge infamously violent? It was amazing she hadn't had her first tavern brawl already. Bluddfang looked into the other stoat's face, her...

"Greatsword, huh?" muttered the shopkeep, looking the blade over. "Hm." he said, noticing a particular emblem. The rat hesitated, and peered up through his spectacles at the girl before him. The stoat couldn't've been older than 16, wearing a raggy old shirt and breeches, a worn Naval jacket...

"Alright, lights out!" The one-eyed stoat corporal called, as he strolled down the rows of bunks, putting out the lanterns above with a lamplighter's stick. "Get plentya rest, another busy day tomorrow. I hear a peep from anybeast, they're spendin' their lunch scrubbin' pots in th' mess."...

@Aran Mateu Jan Vidal Skeered's expression turned even more concerned at the marten's follow-up question. "Seriously, Aran, steer well 'n' far away from that stoat. They call 'im Sterny th' Stabber fer a reason, any liddle thing c'n trigger 'im into a blood-fest. 'E's sick to 'is noggin. 'E's...

@Rhana Redd Fisher gazed at her a little while longer, studying her face, and then he chuckled and leaned over to pat her arm. "Aye, that's right, we 'ave. Some beasts are just truer to th' cause than others, ain't they, Redd? So long as ye make th' right friends, make th' right choices..."...

The stoatess crooked an eyebrow, straightened up slightly, clearly expecting a trap. "I know that I come from a proud and noble family." she said. "Innovators and rulers. And that we were wrongly ousted from power by the Empress, your Empress. I know it's dumb to say stuff like this..." Her...

"We can do that." Thalia beamed. The two vixens sat on the edge of the bed together as Aran inquired on Fisher. Tomas frowned, as Thalia only fiddled more. "Best stay away from that ferret, pal. Skeered-of-Nothing said quietly, shaking her head. "'E's got... some friends around 'ere, including...

"Better not." said the ferret, tonguing the gap in his teeth as he watched Aran leave. "Kharrie sure is tryin' hard to be yer friend, but ye won't fall for that... will ye, mate?" Fisher let the question hang dangerously as he tucked something into the back of his pants and shoved his chest...

"Aw." said Tomas, climbing out of bed and enveloping him in a hug. "Well, ya do now, pal. Me 'n' Tal, we're yer friends." Throwing an arm over his shoulder, she rubbed the marten's scalp with her knuckles. "And if ever ye get any trouble from others about bein' a khar- sorry, a Miklarian- ya...

Tomas laughed raucously, so much so someone grumbled "Whaat?" before she shot a glare their way. The vixen then turned to look back at Aran, gave her bare shoulder a scratch while flashing him a toothy smile. "Yer a funny beast, Ar." She said quietly. "Th' signal's gonna be me pokin' ya, an'...