Recent content by Vilde Isdatter

Eager to learn, and curious about all these wild personalities, Vilde looked to the three foxes who had also been asked to follow Oilfur belowdecks. She gave them a bright grin. "I for one look forward to seeing how these cannons work. Sailing I know, but not the ways of powder. Perhaps I will...

Without a word, Vilde hurried up from the crew quarters to stand in the throng on deck. There were more beasts here than there had been in her entire village. It was as thrilling as it was unnerving, feeling as out of place currently as she had done on the Golden Hide. Her consolation was that...

A warship. Now this felt more the wildcat's style, although the sheer size of the BlackShip was beyond daunting. Vilde had never seen anything like this vessel. The Golden Hide had been an impressive taste of the Imperium's power as she had journeyed here from the land of Urk, the ship belching...

How alien it was to be among these creatures she did not know, as though she were intruding upon all of their grief. Vilde helped to carry beasts who had passed, holding them with respect, covering them with available shrouds. This had always been the worst of work after a battle, discovering...

With the earliest boats, Vilde had had hers hauled up to become temporarily part of the Golden Hide's collection. Once she had explained herself to anybeast who had taken time to be concerned with a stranger being aboard, and as urgently as possible, she had been assured that none of the boats...

Oblivious to the changes in orders, Vilde finally reappeared on the coastline, skimming oars through the ice-strewn sea. Her karve glided toward the readying Golden Hide and the boats making their way. From her position, she glimpsed some of the shifting of the crew's behaviour, the retreat...

As first impressions on the Imperium went, Vilde found it all bizarre. These beasts were somewhere between brave and falling apart. No sooner had she set the injured rat down he had got into some sort of disagreement with the lute-fox who had last been in command. She watched, incredulous, as...

Vilde smiled at the brave rat in her arms. "I would if you were not as light as a feather," she teased. A shot rang out and she stiffened, as if she had been the one hit. She looked back toward her allies' front lines and the feverish shouting did not bode well. "Something is wrong. We must...

On her next trip out searching for wounded, Vilde trod through the bloodied, slushed snow where the great shrew had been slain. The air stank of fear and suspense amid the clear iron tang. It would not be long before the enemy overran this place when their tide shifted. For a moment, she missed...

With the order to retrieve the wounded, Vilde went off into the field. She hadn't been initiated into their ranks but she didn't suppose anyone was going to complain about the assistance at this moment. The wildcat sought out anyone she could and helped them one by one where they needed to go...

On stepping into the chaos of the tent, Vilde remained quiet and brought Tultow to whichever spot this Finnian or another surgeon indicated. There was an older pine marten barking out orders, bestowing command on the fox with the plumed hat. She listened to the instructions and decided she would...

The howl of the wolf put Vilde’s fur on end. Monster shrews were one thing, but wolves were not beasts for this group to tangle with. Especially not in league with the little rodents. At last, with the efforts of everyone available, the massive creature was displaced from the stoat. The young...

In other circumstances Vilde might have stopped to roar a victory cheer. Unfortunately, her best hope for joining up with these likely Imperium sailors had just got squashed. Several of the foxes were injured, too, the fires of battle abandoning them, seemingly along with some of their senses...

Vilde simply grinned at the shrew's attempt to choke her, golden eyes blazing with the heat of battle. She didn't bother to dislodge her axe from its arm, though she kept a firm grip upon it. She slammed her shield toward its face once before bringing it back up to protect herself from the...

Confident she only had to be concerned with the shrews now, Vilde charged for the great flame-shrew at the stoat’s command. As she drew close, she eyed the fox with the bladed pole making a valiant effort before being kicked away. Before the wildcat could arrive to do so herself, a weasel leapt...