Recent content by Vihmastaja

The weasel wasn't sure how she was supposed to keep her fur smoothed upon waking, short of shearing large parts of it off, which she figured would make her even less presentable. Morgan, at least, would no doubt be disappointed - she had a feeling the ferret rather liked her fur as it was...

Vihma kept her eyes ahead, at attention, as she'd been expected to be. She thought she saw the Lieutenant - her lieutenant, Tultow - off by the side of the marine quarters, issuing what seemed to be reassuring smile. She breathed through her nose, knowing not to match the stoat's expression - to...

Dreaming had never been her strong suit. Like a candle that flickers and fails in the night, quick, confused dreams played out in her mind, twisting and transforming from one strange image to another beneath the ruffled, brightly orange fur of Vihma’s sleeping head. This time she was back home...

Vihma tried to pay attention to the speech, truly tried. She still didn't know him well, and what she'd heard had been interesting. She raised her glass a bit to the toast, thankfully sober enough to keep it steady, even as Morgan leaned into her, a comfort she could hardly resist mirroring...

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...