Recent content by Izara

Frustrated, Izara had begun picking at something in between her teeth with a sharp, pointed nail. With her ears flat across her head and tail swishing to and fro in irritation, some may have thought she looked nervous. That couldn’t be farther from the truth, Izzy had never come across a...

Narrowed blue eyes slid over to a wizened woman dressed in a manner that seemed to perfectly suit her despite Izzy knowing nothing about her. For some reason, being corrected by a stranger instead of being corrected by Dieder felt worse, as if the notion of Izzy lacking cleverness was true. She...

Sometimes too many sweaty bodies with too many loud mouths could put Izzy in a funk. Her senses felt clouded and convoluted, and yet strangely enough, also felt too precise. She could pinpoint the man who reeked of grease and fish guts, even if she was far away from him. Her eyes twitched...

Izzy could easily look over DJ’s shoulder as he pulled open the door, being met with the sight of a small blonde boy who was holding a small pot in one hand and a metal ladle in the other. His eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape at having been caught. For the briefest second his sky blue eyes...

Since when did they have rat traps? Despite the joke of her being a mouse hunter, Izzy had never once set a mouse trap. Why would she? If there were any rats— and usually there weren’t— then it always ended up being a fun little game for her. Something about movement always caught her eyes and...

“No.” Izzy said, yawning and turning over to press her face into the wood. She sighed, shoulders slopping. “Go back to sleep.” A hand and foot struck out, searching for his long, skinny limbs and trying to pull his warmth back into her. “It’s just the rats.” Another clank and Izzy’s ears...

“Steal what?” Izzy said, feigning disinterest but failing if one noticed the little things: the flick of her ears, the way she subtly leaned forward and the tip of her tail curling up. Even if it was something as boring as a old, dusty book made from human-skin wouldn’t matter. An accomplished...

Izzy followed after DJ, looking over her shoulder in case it was a trap of some sort. Her heightened senses caught onto nothing though and soon enough, they stood before the man who had clearly taken their winnings. “I didn’t win anything, we were gonna steal it once that fight started. All to...

Dieder was right to trust in Izzy’s abilities. The letai woman pushed herself off of the brute, landing on her feet and then turning around, she kicked at the back of his knee to make sure that he would stay down. She followed after DJ, grabbing his hand to help lead him through the crowd that...

Normally, Izzy would have gone for the coins on the table but it seemed the more they attacked the man, the stronger (and angrier) he became. Izzy cursed a few choice words in kaliti, and left the coins on the table. If DJ was a bigger man maybe then she could considered taking the coins and...

“WHAT IN THE SIX—“ Izzy stopped, no longer caring about the money she had lost, and would probably owe for awhile, as DJ thought now would be a good time to get into some trouble. She had no idea why he would upset over being called a “cat-fucker” if it was the truth, but maybe it had been...

“Yeah, I’m lucky!” Izara cheered for herself, blue eyes darting over to the man that seemed to be giving DJ a hard time. Strangely enough, the mirth on her face turned into something far meaner as the man called her partner a particular rodent. Because she was obviously belonging to...

“You worry too much, DJ,” Izzy said with a smug look and a wink. “It’s that Anirian blood. Makes you worry, worry, worry. Fret, fret, fret. Neat, neat, neat. Organize, organize, organize. Not everything gotta make sense all the time!” Ears flicking in anticipation, Izzy was certain that she...

Free money? Izzy loved anything that was free. She’d even take free dirt if someone was selling it but offering it to her for free! Even if people liked to remind her that there was no such thing as free, Izzy liked to think otherwise. Plenty of things were free, and if they weren’t, then all...

“What do you mean you lost?! DJ,” Izzy had been yelling but upon seeing their last coin get taken from them, she brought her voice to a very audible whisper. “I thought ace was a one!” “Or a ten— sheesh, how many times do I gotta explain it to you?” Izzy ignored the man, placing both of her...