Recent content by Vihmastaja

Vihma answered Tultow's first order in the typical navy fashion - a stiff "Aye aye!" from her position by the barricades. The next order needed no verbal response, her first bolt flying out for the shrews beyond with the reat of the marine volley. Hers fell short, she thought - the weasel had...

Vihma looked up at the marine lieutenant with a tired, wordless reverence, eyes and ears his for such time as he needed, trying, deep in her heart, to wrest herself from the idea that these were the last comforting words she’d ever hear. Never minding his wounds – such that she was sure he’d...

Vihma didn't quite hear him coming, trying to keep a bead on an ululating shrew out in the distance, with a wicked spear and ragged clothes, fringed with blue she imagined might have come from an Imperial Navy jacket. Perhaps not - but it gave her reason as any to fell him first when the time...

Vihma trudged through the snow, white cloth around her once again obscuring her figure, until she finally found what she wanted. The weasel drew it from the slush and dirt, gentle as she could be, checking for damage. Piper’s crossbow had its scope still attached – she looked down its glass with...

Vihma could only breathe. She heard Silvie’s orders, heard without looking, trying to calm her heart and her breathing, and trying not to look down at Piper, at the marine’s mangled body. Piper’s touch took her by surprise – she almost drew her paw away, looking down in first quiet shock, then...

The fighting had been a blur, for which Vihma had little specific recollection. She was alive, still. That was what mattered. She'd found Piper alive, too. Alive... but not in a good way, not a good form, anyway. Broken, twisted, like a beast that'd recklessly climbed one of the Slups' tallest...

The battle went poorly. Beasts fell all around to the arrows and spears of shrews just out of sight around the perimeter's scattered torches, deathly shadows moving throughout the foggy night. There was too much going on for her to be aware of it all, occupied as she was with staying alive...

Vihmastaja had let herself fade from the debate around the kit, staying silent and following orders like a good seabeast. More than anything she felt empty. The day had begun with a death by shrew hands. Now it concerned itself with the care of one of their kits. She looked on to Piper...

Vihma did little more than stand at attention as Barret flatly refused to have anything to do with the shrew kit, and then Tultow and Piper had their back and forth. She flinched a little at some of the harsher moments, but while it was easy to sympathize with her fellow weasel, in her heart...

Vihma stewed in her thoughts the whole way back. She knew Greeneye wasn't happy with her. She knew Piper wasn't - the weasel was pretty open about it too. Gates, what a disaster. She didn't notice much on the way back in, mostly trying to think of what to say to Tultow on their arrival - how...

Vihma felt awkward, stressed. Frustrated. Pulling cloth wrapping away from her face, her muzzle, she looked back between her two companions as they bickered, still trying to make sense of everything that was happening. "I..." It was maddening. She'd wanted to go out and find shrews hiding in...

Vihma let the other weasel take charge, as it were, taking up the babe and finding what it needed. Wordlessly, she saw to it that the items she requested were taken… at least until her paws were full. She looked back at Piper with an expression that would have been unreadable even if her face...

Vihma came to a pause when she saw the signal, looking around for any enemies that might be sneaking up on them, and then scanning the ruins around Greeneye. Vihma hadn't quite appreciated the level of destruction before. Much of the village had been shattered, some of it burned away. It was...

Vihma watched Greeneye walk further and further ahead, giving a bit of a sigh before she turned to answer Piper. "If it were up t'me, no. I'm surprised 'e's even standing right now... it's from somethin' the Minister gave 'im." Scanning the ruined townscape as they drew closer, the weasel took...

Vihma was impressed, looking over the contraption with more attention than she’d thought it merited when she’d asked. “Thirty yards ‘s nothing t’sneeze at. I’d be lucky t’hit anythin’ at that distance.” She actually blushed at the other weasel’s praise for her bow skill – thankfully under fur...