Recent content by Tanya Keltoi

“Oh, it’s what I’m afraid of,” Tanya laughed, though the joviality didn’t reach her eyes. “The twins grew up here and on the ship, there’s a certain understandin’ in their blood, but these two…there’s many a hard lesson they’ll have to learn without anybeast holdin’ their paws. Still, what more...

Tanya could not help the flattening of her ears nor the sour expression as she was scolded; a flush of indignation rising hot alongside embarrassment. She bit back the retort in her mouth, desperate though she was to spit it, and sunk her claws into the arm of the chair instead as her tailbrush...

Though the answer proved warning enough, that it was coming from Dusk of all beasts was some cause for alarm. Tox knew that her sister’s talents as a manipulator were considerable, the vixen well-versed in such arts: if she was speaking so highly, so bitterly, of the Empress it was clear that...

For her part Tanya bit back any commentary with Dusk pre-empted the snark; robbed of her chance to retort, she resolved to shrug. It made sense: in her life in the Imperium there really had been neither time, opportunity nor interest to pursue creative habits. Her days had been spent flitting...

Her ear flicked in dismissal of Talinn – not in anger (though that was perhaps to be reflected on later) – but simply to acknowledge that she was content to muddle through their shared ignorance in his absence. After all, MinoInn or no MinoInn, how confusing could some weaponry be? Handheld...

She should probably have kept the focus to the family, but instincts ran deep and Tox’ fascination was at once caught by these growing political tensions. Handling deep emotions for any length of time had never been her strongest suit: to steer away from it to practical matters suited her well...

Surprise registered on Tanya’s face as the dam at last broke. The vixen she had been when she left these shores would have revelled in this: her sister finally acknowledging some of the harm she had done, actually crying over it. Who she had been would have leaped at the chance. Absolutely. A...

Her tail began that rhythmic thump once again as the picture was painted. Individually Tanya had rarely taken issue with a single Ryalor, but as beast after beast disappeared, died or suffered for the House her resentment had grown. She didn’t envy her sister: having to consider family needs and...

Resting her elbows on the desk, chin in her paws, Tanya stared back at her sister. Today was a rare display of openness: her countenance was soft and eyes sad as she listened to the lives of her nephews and nieces. “Your heart’s in the right place,” Tanya replied softly, “but don’t think of...

Reflective concern settled on Tanya’s face as she listened to her sister speak. Pieces were beginning to fall into place despite the lack of context and she began to cotton on to the implicit story. If her emotions hadn’t already been shot from the revelations, it would have been fortunate for...

A curious brow arched to think of what the rumours could entail, but Tanya nodded. The smile returned to her muzzle, even if the sadness lingered in her eyes. Whatever shock she was experiencing at this onslaught of news was going to take her some time to process: at least the poor todd in...

The pit in her stomach which had lurched uncomfortably when first the old todd had been mentioned deepened almost immediately. It would – should – did – come as a shock, and yet on the back of so much news this day it seemed only fitting. The more she reflected the more it made sense. That she...

“Aye, family,” Tanya echoed. In her younger seasons it would never have crossed her mind that the bubbling resentment could ever be bridged between them. There was hope amidst the sorrow, but beneath it an undeniable curiosity stirred. Something had changed the vixen’s outlook, whether age or...

Though she had demanded them back with all expectation to have her property returned, it came as some surprise to find that Dusk was so obliging. She’d half expected at least a joke, if not some minor resistance, and to be simply acquiesced to was, admittedly, a little unnerving. Was this a...

That deep sadness returned to her dark-ringed eyes, a thousand regrets swirling but just one memory replaying in her mind. “So what happens now?” “I dunno. I suppose that’s up t’ you. Y’ could come with me if you like.” “Do you really mean it?” “Oh, aye...Though I’d be disappointed in you if...