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Vihma nodded along with Morgan's introduction, sipping from her drink as the others spoke. As it happened, she finished near as soon as the birthday beast did, letting her empty glass hang in her paw. "May'aps," the weasel said, turning her muzzle nearer to the ferret who had her under her arm...

Vihma didn't have any victory to relish in. "W-wait," she said, bounding to Morgan's side as she made their path out. "Yer not mad, are ye?" The weasel still looked over her shoulder once more as they moved on, but she had a different worry now. "Ye know its jus’… ‘cus of my past, is all...

This time Vihma wasn’t so easily assuaged, her whiskers bristling like her fur as Morgan drew close again. “No, mate, ‘m serious.” The weasel stepped out of her jillfriend’s grasp, a paw’s length from her as she tried not to collide with anybeast else. “I don’t like it ‘ere, don’t wanna run...

@Morgan Liu Vihma's tail twitched at her girlfriend's drunken affections, and for a moment her frustrations faltered. She didn't even think to guage Barrett's reaction, faintly smiling at her champagne-furred companion as she explained what sort of creature a jerboa was. Then the words turned...

@Corporal Sarra Piper It’d been a long time. A long time since she was first put on the track that had brought her here, since she’d first been sent to the Hide. Dark days and cold winds, Vulpinists and cannibals, she’d faced it all, and somehow she was still alive. The captain spoke, and...

Vihma wasn't quite the same beast that'd gone ashore on Urk. Though her eyes flicked to Morgan in her stretcher, looking better for the care she'd recieved - she kept nearer to the marines - what few of them remained. Her sword paw tightened as her thoughts dwelled on the damage done to them, to...

@Arthur Barrett @Morgan Liu The underground fighting ring hadn’t been Vihma’s first thought when Morgan proposed they go out somewhere for the night. It wasn’t so much that she was surprised by the existence of such a thing – over a long enough time, just about anything with an outcome to be...

Vihma blushed hard under her fur with Morgan’s affections, leaning by her side as the ferret explained her process of making the drink. All being said, the weasel wasn’t really paying attention, making a note to ask her champagne-furred jill to show her how to make some other beverages in their...

Vihma wasn’t quick to pull herself away from them all, lingering near Morgan and the bottle for a moment too long before making for the back of the bar, what she thought might be the pantry. Bottles and fruit and the rest, some she recognized, most she didn’t. Oranges, at least, were simple. A...

Vihma was a jill of simple tastes . Beer and bread, whatever took thirst or hunger away, and all the better if it tasted good. Still, life was dull with only what she knew and had. Akef was a place she'd hardly even heard of, and so the idea of whatever they might drink there - whatever Morgan...

@Morgan Liu Every part of Vihma's mind screamed at her to refuse. They'd only just made it out of the danger - at least most of it. Now Morgan wanted to go back in? Her hesitation was obvious, but her heart willed her to push past her nerves, past the instinct to pull Morgan along and leave...

Vihma felt her face grow hot under her fur, but she made no contest of Morgan’s claim, smiling as she drew nearer to the ferret, hazel eyes aglow with the same warmth. “Pleased t’meet ye,” she breathed, nodding her head slightly in a soft sign of courtesy, her tail curling slightly as she...

Moving furniture was a welcome change from moving things back on the ship – on the Hide. Even after the carnage back on shore, in the opera house just a short month ago, Vihma felt herself dreading the time when she’d have to sail out again. For as many dark memories as the city held, and as...

The weasel had looked away, too humbled by her expectations to face Morgan, even as the words came back more and more hopeful. When she turned back to her, the emotion in her eyes matched the ferret's, relief running off from her burning facefur in warm, gentle streaks. Vihma almost dropped the...

Vihma frowned. "Maybe a lil bit," the weasel admitted. She turned to face the ferret, staying silent as she fished something from her satchel. It was the telescope from Piper's crossbow - expensive government property, not that Vihma particularly cared. It was of more use here than on the...