Recent content by Vihmastaja

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...

Vihma watched the other weasel carefully. Her tail - notably not covered nor camouflaged against the arctic dirt and snow - twitched lightly at her last comment, the one about navy beasts and reputations, but she couldn't help but straighten her posture a bit and lift her head a little more...

Vihma had tried to stay with the marines. Tultow and his beasts had helped pull her and Gyles out of the drink, given her a blanket to warm herself - she was thankful for that. They had a sort of camaraderie she felt jealous of. The Hide was a big ship with a big crew. The marines were only a...

Vihma blushed brightly under her fur, noticeably fidgeting under Morgan's arm as she raised a paw to brush her whiskers, almost compulsively. "Ye really mean it? I mean, bein' with me up here, heh - clothes or no." The weasel snorted, tilting her head to nuzzle slightly against the ferret's...

Vihma didn't quite laugh, more breathe through her nose, smiling, appreciating the ferret's closeness to her. "I'm not gonna 'it you, mate. I've seen ye take worse than I could ever dish out 'n just... keep going." The weasel didn't frown, either. But her smile faltered a bit as she realized...

There was a whisper of some sort of indignance in the weasel’s mind – some halfhearted protest, some complaint from her pride that this beast, near as she was, thought she had to protect her. But Vihma found it came and went before her thoughts could linger. She wanted Morgan to protect her. As...

Vihma tried to smile back at Morgan, at her joke. It was hard, given the circumstances, given how cold and tired she still felt. But it was easier to meet the ferret’s eyes than looking back at the tubing sticking out of her. “Yer i-impossible, mate.” Before she knew, the surgeon was with her...