WC:: 446 - For her Daddyhusband!

Small feet carried her lightly across the sand, a trail marking her existence and presence was left behind her with each step forward. Breathing in deeply, she picked up her speed, knowing she was no match for Hael if were to take matters seriously but that didn't stop her from attempting her great escape. Holding her splinted and bandaged left arm against her stomach, her strides were somewhat unsteady, unable to propelling herself forward with both arms was strange and was effecting her balance more then she had initially thought it would. Still, she'd have to escape or suffer the consequence of the stupid bet that she'd started. How was she to know fishing was much harder then dangling a bit of string in some water? And it was might suspicious how eager the brindle male had accepted her challenge at the time. She wouldn't eat his cooking just because she lost some bet, no way in hell was that going to happen after the last time she did.

Foot steps sounded to close behind her and she kicked the sand harder with each step, unable to get decent footing upon the soft surface, a hand reached out to grab her right wrist, a brief contact before she pulled free of his grasp, pushing herself harder and faster, laugher burst from her throat with playful glee. Ahead she saw a left turn, a break in the large sand dunes that ran along either side off her surrounding her with nothing but sand and grass. Keeping steady breaths she prepared herself and made a sharp turn to the left, in the distance she could see the ocean, the scent of the water alluring and new to the girl. Dotting the shore were black lumps, too far for her to make out the shape off.

Moving forward, laughing like a young pup, the scent in the air began to change, began to smell wrong. Frowning she stared out before her, unsure what exactly it was she was seeing. “Nahyt! Stop. Don't get any closer!” Hael called out behind her, his voice deadly serious but she wanted to know, wanted to see what lay ahead. As the objects came into view, Hael's hand clasped her shoulder, stopping her from going any further, the brindle male pulling at her, trying to turn her away from the sight before her.

Opening her mouth she looked in silent horror, a moment of silence before her scream pierced the air. Stumbling back into Hael's chest she couldn't take her eyes of them, the bodies, the wood, the black masts. “They're dead, aren't they” she whispered, trying to process what she saw, “Most likely”.

WC:: 438 - Now she's concerned for her Daddyhusband!

Her small frame shook, vibrant eyes unable to turn away and yet at the same time truly capable of processing the scene before her. To some level she was aware of Hael pulling her away awkwardly, trying his best not to damage her arm further in the process, but the image was already in her head, unable to leave her sight. “Nahyt, Nahyt! Look at me, come'on girl” his words were distant, background noise she couldn't quire focus on, the hands upon her face forcing her to look at him felt foreign, as if she was detached from the world. “They've dead. They died. They're going to kill everyone. They're going to hurt Salvia, they're going to get her and I can't save her. Again. Why, why did they die. What did we do?” the nonsense she spoke was barely a whisper, many of the words came out as painful whimpers then what she had intended to speak.

Hael may have spoken to her, shaken her or tried to draw her from her memories, but she didn't want to return to the present, where she'd be surrounded by death and decay. A small part of her mind pointed out that Salvia was still alive, so was the slave woman who had protected her, but that didn't change her failure, her weakness, nor did it ease her fear of violence. Gradually she began to return to reality, he breath heavy and her throat sore from whimpers she hadn't been aware she was making.

'Finnegan' the word reached her ears, a name or a foreign language she wasn't sure. “Huh, what did you say? Finnegan?” she asked, her small frame still shaking from the fear of reality and her memories, but slowly she found herself finally focusing on Hael's concerned face. “I didn't say anything, but Nahyt.. what.. never mind” he sighed, clearly choosing not to invade the girls past more then needed. Pulling away from Hael she turned green eyes back onto the scene of death, stomach clenching and her breakfast threatening to make a reappearance, but that was irrelevant, she was sure she'd heard something.

Again the voice sounded and she pin pointed his location. “One of them are still alive” she stated aloud, feet leading her forward before she'd made the conscious choice to do so. Making her way to the male, she ignored what was around her as best she could and fell down to her knees beside him, pushing her fringe back behind her hair quickly. “Hello. Can you hear me? Hael, should I poke him or something? What do I do?” she asked, head swirling from the male to the brindle hybrid who'd followed behind her, looking mighty unimpressed by her actions.

WC:: 363 - Per can encounter Hael first or Harrow/Tob. Feel free to pp Hael rummaging around the wreckage if need be; but keep to his personality.

Before the brindle male could answer her, the male before her started speaking again in what seemed like a foreign language, although this time she thought she was able to make out one or two words, guessing what it was the other was speaking, or rather instructing her to do. “Percy Vill” she repeated the name as she heard it, looking to the others slate eyes for some form of confirmation that she had understood him correctly. Again he repeated the name, adding some sort of description she guessed, but still none of this made sense; was he telling her that this Percy guy had did all this? Was he the one who'd caused so much destruction and pain? Digging her hand into the sand, she gripped it with anger that one person was vile enough to commit such an act.

Taking a steadying breath she turned her attention back to Hael as if the brindle hybrid had all the answers. “Hael, what do we do?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Sighing the male cast his eyes over the destruction, seeking out any threat or other survivors by sight, “Ya got your flask with you in ya bag?” he asked, eyes darting to the leather bag hung from her shoulder and back to her eyes, the midnight girl nodding her head quickly in response, “Then give him some water, i'm gonna check the rest, see if any of them can be saved” with that the hybrid left her with the injured man.

Rummaging through her bag was difficult with one arm, as was opening the flask; in the end she resorted to gripping the cap with her teeth and opening it that way. Looking at the flask and then to the male, she considered how to go about things; the male seemed grumpy and she didn't particular want to stick her hand near his mouth encase he bit her or was contagious, so instead she began to poor the water, aiming vaguely at the guys mouth and missing for the most part. “You're going to be okay, Percy is gone” she tried to coo the other, feeling foolish and very much embarrassed.

WC:: 311 - Gotta love her lack of common sense xD

Clearly the water wasn't working, a pointless thing to do and she planned to tell Hael how much of a waste of water it was later.. all she seemed to have achieved was to irritate the male and have further foreign sounding orders barked at her, only the words weren't foreign, just accented and scratchy to the point she couldn't decipher them; she'd always been bad at understanding those who spoke with an accent so it didn't come as a surprise to her, but the lack of coherent communication did irritate her some.

Following the others demands she stopped pouring the water on him, taking a sip from the flask she awkwardly put it's cap back on and placed it back within her bag. “Okay, he ain't bad. Hael's looking for survivors. Just worry about yourself now” she instructed, staring at him pointedly so that he understood.

Off in the distance, Hael had check the vitals of those that looked like they could possibly be alive, but so far there was nothing but death. Standing up from where he was crouched beside another body he sighed, eyes flicking back to the midnight girl to make sure she'd stay'd put before wandering further away from her, checking those he came across as he did so.

Minutes passed and it quickly became apparent that there was little hope left, white-green eyes looked at the bodies and destruction with pity. Turning upon the spot, he was about to head back to the girl just as a voice called out to him. Slowly his pointed head turned, quickly spotting the owner of the voice. “Dunno, we just happened across it not long ago. One male survivor, everyone else is dead, although I ain't checked them all yet.” he watched the other, waiting to see if he was going to leave or actually lend a hand.

WC:: 470 - Blah

Too long. Hael was taking to long and she didn't know what to do with the male when the whole water thing clearly hadn't solved the problem. Chartreuse and citron eyes flicked from the dark male to the distance where the brindle hybrid had disappeared off to, anxiety tightening her chest. It was strange that she'd grown so quickly dependent upon him where she'd barely known him for a month, but then Hael was older, he knew more and was useful, especially in situations such as this she tried to reason within her mind. More strange then the fact she was so attached to the hybrid was the fact she was sat amongst death and ruin, beside a heavily injured stranger, spacing out and considering the petty dilemmas within her own life. Sighing, she was about to leave the male in search of Hael when he began to try to move.

“Wai.. no.. no, you, mister, you really shouldn't sit up, it's, no” her hand waved around him, wanting to stop him and push him down, but not quite wanting to touch him encase she worsened his injuries or if he was contagious. Groaning, she leaned back and glared at the other, “If you die, ain't my fault. Told you not to sit up” she grumbled to him, before taking a calming breath. It wasn't like her to speak so much, so loudly or emotionally but this male was just so dense to his own situation and she so clueless how to help him that she was stepping outside of normal behaviour patterns in an attempt to deal with things. “And dunno where exactly. Hael does, I just know we are near Halifax kinda” she responded, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

Whilst Harrow dealt with the injured male, Hael found himself uncertain whether to take the stranger over to the girl and injured one or to lie; the pale male before him was inquiring to much, seemed to connected with those who lay dead along the coast. Common sense told him that in all likelihood it was a simple collision with rocks that did the damage, but that didn't mean that these sailors had enemies. “I don't know his name, he was unconscious still when I left” he responded, eyeing the other cautiously. “They're over this way, follow me” his words were tense, but if the male was a crew as he claimed to be, the brindle hybrid had no right to deny leading him to the injured man.

Turning sharply he quickly retraced his steps, returning to where he'd left the midnight girl and male. Upon seeing Hael returning she smiled with relief. “Hael. Water didn't work and he sat up” she instantly tattled on the male, glaring at the injured pirate to make sure her disapproval was well known.

WC:: 470 - Hehe <3

“Idiot” she muttered under her breath as he continued to sit up despite her warnings. It was his life, she guessed and if he wished to cause himself further bodily harm then who was she to stop him? Vibrant eyes rolled over the darker male with some girlish fancy, but mainly acessing his wounds and wincing at the end. “You look like you've been chewed up and spat out and you are actually nit picking about my lack of clothes. Mister stranger dude, you need to get your priorities fixed. Did you hit your head or something?” she asked, giggling slightly at the end amused by her own words. Regardless of words, she took the offered jacket curiously, holding it in front of herself with her right arm and giving it a slight shake. “Why'd I wear something like this?” she asked, although she knew the purpose of clothes she had never been forced to cover herself up before, “Is there something wrong with me that I need to cover up? I know me arm ain't pretty, but it'll get better soon so why?” she asked, not seeing the purpose of the clothing aside from decoration and warmth; neither she believed she currently needed.

Making his way over briskly, Hael stopped beside her, blinking once then twice as her heard the end of her sentence, lips twitching with contained laughter that he covered up with a quickly timed cough. Hearing the cough she turned her questions away from the injured male and onto the brindle hybrid, “Hael, do I have to wear it. Do I?” she asked, her voice containing a small whine at the end. “Up to you, Nahyt” he responded, trying his up most best to not laugh or smile. Staring at the jacket for a few seconds she let out a dramatic sigh, “I best humour the old mans dying wish I guess” she muttered, stepping up and awkwardly pulling on the oversized jacket, wincing a little as she shoved her left arm through the sleeve. Jacket on she sat back down, eyes levelling at the form of another who'd followed behind Hael, so occupied with the Jacket she'd completely disregarded his presence. Now, as he spoke to the guy in a similar voice the injured one use she felt a need to state some claim over the injured male; she'd found him first, he was hers to nurse back to health or sit by till he died and she didn't like someone intruding upon what was hers.

Staring at him for a second, she let her possessiveness grow into a growl, her teeth bared slightly at the new stranger. “Nahyt..” Hael warned, rolling his eyes slightly at her behaviour, having witnessed her behave as such before over trivial objects such as her rabbit toy and himself.

WC:: 358 - Blah, another boring post cutting to the point of this thread xD

At the males words about being a proper lady she giggled; a reflective response to the off handed comment towards Hael, the midnight girl not really understanding the connection between wearing the guys jacket and being a proper lady but she didn't question the matter; instead she simply glanced down at herself, feeling rather silly and overdressed in the males large jacket, it was as if she herself was drowning in it's very material. Her initial attachment towards the male though quickly shattered when he gave her a slight shove, her lips pulled back to display teeth but she didn't respond with a growl nor vocalise any of her complaints. No one laid a hand on her or instructed her to behave, only her mother and family could do as such and the male certainly wasn't either. Unsure of how things were progressing, Hael moved behind her, pulling her up onto her feet and towards him, angling his body so that he was slightly in front of her.

With the presence of Hael she relaxed, stepping to the side of him but not actually moving out from behind him, vibrant eyes staring at the two males in an almost calculating accessing manner. “So what do you two plan to do now?” the words were softly spoken as was normal for her, the minor irritation of the shove not effecting her level of projection. “You don't know these lands, don't look at that well for yourself. You can stay with us; heck, with four of us we'd almost be a pack” she spoke the words without any true understanding, a child idle comment oblivious to any implications and further complications it may have. “There's that pack up north. Real weak looking and small. You get better and we can steal their home real easy; then we'd have a better place to stay and better stuff, right Hael?” her true motive became apparent, desire for a more luxurious lifestyle of her own, for she didn't know much about the strangers other then they were males and to her males equalled strength and fighting capability like the hulk of her father.

WC:: 325 - Can finish with mine?

Beaming a genuine smile up towards the dark male her tail swayed happily behind her, pelased to have said something that the male agreed on. “A Crew? So we could be like, proper pirates! Get us some boats and stuff and sail the seas!” she pipped up, growing more and more excited as her mind raced at the prospect of a pack that was at the same time a crew. So strange the two men were, but interesting to observe and the idea of an entire pack full of skilled seamen couldn't help but thrill the midnight girls young mind. “We can scavenge what we can from your wreck; resources are thin and if you want to even consider making a pack or crew, or whatever, we're gonna need supplied” the hybrid male added, eyes rolling over the destruction that coated the coast in search of items that could still be used or repaired.

“We can store everything at mine and Hael's camp till we get more people together for your crew? I mean, it's not far and we have some stuff there and I found you which gives me and Hael a free pass into your crew” she attempted to glare at the male, daring him to reject her joining his crew; although she was injured and lacking in knowledge of sea, the idea thrilled her and lured her in and she wasn't willing to pass up such an opportunity. “We live over there in the car shell which Omi, my friend, she's a lynx, guards. Lotsa people pass through so someone promising members would turn up and me and Hael have connections, canines we can contact to serve under you?” with her piece said she turned and began to start rummaging around, assuming that the others would see the logic to things and agree with her; and if they didn't, then the dark male was clearly not worth following or capable of leading.