Recent content by Perila Z. Mogul

Aginpole gave Rhana a side-eye and a grin. Over the many weeks at sea, the big ferret had greatly warmed up to the stoat and her schemes. Once, theft from the military would've seemed foreign at best and at worst, a betrayal to himself and his father. Now, it meant a well-earned break with a...

Aginpole grinned and bumped shoulders with her. "Thanks, mate. You ain't so bad." He stood there a while longer, lingering while screams and shouts issued from within the barracks. The ferret eyed Rhana uncertainly, and then clapped her on the back. "Fates watch over th' lot of us. There's...

The Colonel had since turned to some of his entourage to speak privately, leaving some space for the troopers to try and quietly chatter. And chatter they did, as much as they could before an officer would inevitably hush them. Skeered of Nothing Tomas scratched her chin, sweatspots clear under...

"Imperial Ale!" The teenaged weasel repeated, taking the drink eagerly and trying a much more cautious sip. It tasted significantly better, though was still nowhere near what she was used to in taste. Nothing like mother's schnapps, or father's brandy. A pang of guilt hit her then, and she...

Aginpole uttered a brief, bitter, ugly laugh that started deep in his chest. "Will it be bad? Wot d'' you think? We're street scrappers, boutta be ship'd off ta one o' th' most dangerous places in tha world... in tha known world, anyhow." He snorted and spat a gobbet of blood into the dirt...

Aginpole was standing outside, a hefty figure in the half-shadow of the nearest lamp. He was smoking a cigarette and staring out across the yard, and when Rhana came out, the big, broad-shouldered ferret held the limp, burning rollie out to her. There was a stained bandage wrapped around the...

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...