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!@#$%He was a bit further south than he usually bothered to venture--what, he often wondered, could he possibly find past Halifax that he couldn't find anywhere else? Inferni had all of the food he could eat and the fresh water he could drink, and the city itself all the tools, books, and mystery he could take. It had never particularly occurred to him that any shore other than the Drifter Bay was worthy of his time--he already had somewhere to practise his strokes and dives, and all of the seafood he could eat.
!@#$%It now seemed that he just might have been wrong. How many other territories hoarded hidden treasures such as these? It was really pure chance that he happened to venture away from the city's shoreline vistas further south... and it was certainly dumb luck he had found this particular grotto. He couldn't say what had drawn him here, but he could very easily tell anybody why he chose to stay and investigate. Nestled away in the grotto was a magnificent wooden ship, and the shifted male had been quick to clamber onto its deck and search for the treasures concealed within.
!@#$%He had a knack for finding the most interesting places, it seemed, for before long he had entered the captain's personal quarters. The silk sheets of the massive bed were fascinating to the touch (and reminded him vaguely of Poe), but he found himself more drawn to the shiny metal doubloons and trinkets that were scattered across the floor, apparently spilled from some large chest. He picked one up and squinted at it, all the while blissfully unaware that his path into (and therefore out of) the grotto was shrinking. Before long, he would need to spend the night here.
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She had a thing for exploring. Especially things that were new and interesting and near where her pack would be. Her pack. that was an exciting thought. Her injuries from iskata's friend Ahren had finally healed, though if she moved too suddenly, her ribs would remind her what a bad idea that was. And her arm ached occasionally, too. But otherwise all the cuts and gashes were healed. the one had left a nasty scar on her face, along with the tip of an ear being torn off.
So there she was, on the shattered coast, when she discovered the path leading into the grotto. She went in, intrigued by a new mystery. Maybe Phoenix Valley could claim this part for themselves. By the time she realized her mistake, it was too late to turn back, and she made a dash for it, having to sin part of the way. She collaspesed on the sand. And then, she realized she wasn't alone.
She lifted herself up, staring in awe at the pirate ship in front of her.
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!@#$%Deep in the belly of the ship, Anselm was as aware of his company as he was the rising tides--that is, oblivious. In a perfect world, things would remain in this state forever, until they could both leave. But what were the odds of him growing so preoccupied by the ship that he didn't turn around and look to go home? Only then would he discover that he was temporarily trapped inside, curse his lack of thinking, and curl up on the sand to take a nap. Of course, that was still assuming that he was the sole occupant of the grotto alone. When he discovered that he had company... well, he'd be a little less than thrilled. It was easy to feel claustrophobic then, although he would be strangely content on his own.
!@#$%For now, although the shiny coins were pretty, they lacked any practical use. Perhaps if wolves ever became pointlessly obsessed over something they couldn't eat or drink, finding all of this money would be more significant. Back in reality, he knew of little trading at all--and even when he had seen it done, it was directly for food or some form of skilled labour, not some kind of currency. Anselm dropped the coin to the floor, then began to root along through some of the large wooden dressers. Mostly they were filled with strange clothes (would Poe find these interesting?), and he shoved the heavy drawer shut with a huff. There was a lot of weird stuff here, but none of it so far was all that great.
!@#$%Lounging back on the bed, he put his arms behind his head underneath a pillow and was surprised to feel his flesh connect with something cold and hard. Reaching around lightly, he removed his hand and was surprised to produce a lovely dagger. Springing to his feet, he realised now that he had found at least one good thing here. Glancing around quickly, his interest in the ship renewed, he was delighted to find a sheath for it lying on the floor, partway beneath the dust ruffle of the bed. He fixed it around his waist and put the dagger inside, and then struck out to explore more parts of the ship. His investigation took him lower, right down to the storage room--where all the food and drink had been kept. Fascinating.
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After a few long moments of staring, she drew herself to a stan, approaching the ship slowly. It was lovely, majestic. Astounding, she murmured quietly, caressing the hull with a tentative touch. She stroked the wood, then decided to find a way in. Once she was in, she found herself in the area where Anselm had been moments before. But unlike him, she was in awe of everything she saw, enough that she didn't notice the odiferous stench of coyote.
A timid finger caressed the gold. Pirates gold. Bi-colored eyes were round and wide as she slid open the door to the wardrobe to find fancy evening gowns. The captian had had a woman. She touched the silks and satins with a timid finger, sighing soflty at the feel of the fabric under her fingers. So lovely....so unique. She was in utter awe. It was amazing and lovely and beautiful and awe inspiring. She closed her eyes, imagining the man and woman who'd inhabited the room. She'd seen pictures of pirates. The man would have been dark skinned, with dreadlocks and beads in his hair. And the pirate hat. And the woman would have been delicate and blonde, with blue eyes.
Deuce's fingers itched to sketch the couple, but she'd left her supplies behind in twilight vale, for one of the boys, any one of them. And it didn't look like there was anything here to sketch with. She opened her eyes, gingerly taking out one of the gowns and holding it across her body, gauging if it would fit her or not.
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!@#$%His large feet caused the wood to creak as he walked back down the abandoned (or so he thought) hallway of the ship. From the storage room, he'd taken a jar of jerky. It was strangely salty to the taste, and reminded him of how a deer might taste if it was soaked in salt water. Then again, it certainly wasn't venison--he'd never had cow meat before, though, so he had no way of identifying it. Whatever it was, it tasted good and it was clearly well preserved in the airtight jar (and by the loads of salt). In one hand there was a fistful of this meat, of which he occasionally tore off chunks, and in the other swung a full bottle of rum.
!@#$%Anselm was still under the impression that he was the only one here. Unfortunately, this was about to change. She might have overlooked his scent, but he picked up on hers instantly once he came back up to the level the captain's quarters were on. He stopped dead in his tracks, ears pressed forward, nostrils flaring, and eyes ablaze. Who dared to intrude on his little adventure? Putting the bottle and jerky into a neat pile in the corner, he tiptoed forward. Whoever it was, it was a wolf... female... and... she was in the room he'd been in last! Was she tracking him?
!@#$%He tiptoed forward, then poked half of his face around the corner of the door. She was standing with her back to him, holding up a garment not unlike the one Poe had been wearing when they met in the city. His ears slicked back in annoyance, and he now threw out his hand and shoved the door rather forcefully open. It screeched loudly at the suddenly jostling, then banged quite loudly against the wall. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he demanded to know.
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The gown was a soft shade of blue, made of silk and lace. She was debating trying it on when the door slammed open. She dropped the gown while she whirled around, dropping into a defensive crouch, fangs bared. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" The damnable coyote had the nerve to make demands of her? Ears pinned back against her skull in fury. Her voice was rich and throaty, full of anger when she replied.
"I might ask you the same damn question you filthy coyote." Oh, how Deuce hated the coyotes. She had ever since Hybrid had murdered her son Shadow. Her fur was beginning to bristle. She couldn't believe she'd missed the stench of the fleabag before. Coyote was a strong scent, hateful to her. If she'd known this mutt was here, she would have never entered the path in the first place.
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!@#$%Some sort of annoyance pulsed through him, but it was outrageous disbelief, more so than outright rage. She called him a coyote. How was this in any way accurate? "Open your damn eyes," he spat. "I'm more wolf than coyote; get it right." Filthy hybrid he was used to, but he couldn't comprehend how she could possibly identify him as the species that comprised less than a quarter of his blood. He barely even looked like a coyote, and he knew around here that even half coyotes could be accepted into wolf packs. Where was the sense in it?
!@#$%His fists clenched into balls at his side, and he offered her a glare unlike any other before whirling about and beginning to stalk away. He climbed up a ladder to the main deck of the ship, then hoisted himself over the side. He dropped to the ground and landed on all fours, as his legs bent to absorb the impact. He now rose to his full height. Anselm had every intention of leaving, but unfortunately... the seas had other plans. The waves of adrenaline gradually subsided as he realised he was facing an unbeatable foe--gravity.
!@#$%He dropped down to the ground and sat there, staring in disbelief at the waterlogged entrance. No! He couldn't accept this. He refused to be stuck here with that female. Had she even followed him? He wasn't sure. Moving forward quickly, he dove into the water and began to look around. The saline water burned his eyes, but he still saw that it had gotten deeper than he might have originally guessed. He came back up to the surface inside the cave, shook his head off, and glared around. Perfect.
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