Recent content by Velnias Blackfish Blythe

The wildcat’s cunning green eyes narrowed as he supervised the haul-out of loot to the boats. Mentally he was running through lists of everything he knew they should be taking back to the Claw. The village had not been replete with riches besides a few ceremonial knick-knacks, but there were...

There was silence, apart from the drip-drip-drip of spilled soup. Blackfish scanned the treeline. He was resisting the urge to duck under cover - that sling-stone had been no trifle - it could have shattered bone, and turned brains or guts into so much warm paste. Yet if he cowered, that could...

Blackfish’s paw held the jug steady as he poured cream over the back of a spoon into his mug. He kept his bright green eyes on the task, knowing if he made eye contact with anybeast he was going to burst into peals of laughter. He stifled a bout of chuckling with a grumbling cough, and sipped...

Blackfish drew near, but not too close to the table of ingredients (Grubguts would not appreciate even the slightest hint of interference), just enough to assess their quality with the discerning eye of a former noble. So, this village had been of some value to their captain after all. Blackfish...

They had been hungry for more. That’s all it had taken to start killing. The hold of the Crabclaw brimmed with salted meats, pickled vegetables, preserved fruits, flour, sugar, and pounds of butter worth a fortune. Her galley had been refitted as the largest kitchen afloat, and her greasy black...