ghost in my sail

POSTED: Thu Sep 18, 2014 3:45 am

Multiple welcome! Just looking for a fun, chill thread where characters can get to know each other! No need to match length and you can skim - TLDR: Semini finds the remains of a fire by Sister Lake and makes a new one from it.

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It was usually only a couple hours after sundown that Semini fell asleep. She, like many people of the sea, was an early riser, but unlike many people of the sea, she had yet to discover the smaller pleasures which kept a tired person awake at night. She had always heard the muffled commotion out in the main road of Fiskebyn, and, pacified by the sounds of safe activity, she would fall asleep quickly and easily. That evening the commotion came from within her own mind. She tossed and turned on the furs she had heaped on the floor, flinging them hotly to the side when slumber refused to come. Her eyes blazed into the dark empty room. Her house was still a barren space, with very few belongings to make it seem full. It was more of a glorified bed than a home.

Since her trip to Bathurst, she felt uncomfortable. Something itched at the back of her mind, bloomed in the remnant summer heat. She began to think the cool night air would help alleviate the discomfort, and before she could debate the idea, she was up and walking briskly into the evening.

Her feet took her to the shores of Sister Lake. It wavered beneath the lull of the half lidded moon, breaking apart the light until the trees were all that separated the earth and the sky. Between the hum of crickets and the soft baying of toads, she could hear the waters quietly lapping at the soft bank. She was content for a brief moment to look out, rubbing the cold from her elbows with a vigorous scrub.

As her eyes scanned the tranquil view, she noticed a dim light down the shore. The young wolf dog wandered slowly toward it. She had heard stories from sea men about lights near the waterside. Like the lures of an angler fish, a specter might dangle their ghostly aura to lead wandering souls to their watery graves. Though she knew that they had only been trying to scare her, some small part of her held onto the idea. It grew more and more in her thoughts until she was only a few feet away, and prepared to see the light of an ethereal creature. Instead, she realized it was the dying embers of an abandoned fire. Someone seemed to have forgotten to put it out.

The young wolf dog laughed to herself as she crouched by the remains, grabbing a slender stick to move the logs. Whoever had left it seemed to have intended to return, as there was a nice pile of dry wood to make another fire. She threw a few wood chips to it, feeding it larger pieces until it burned fat and big again.
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POSTED: Mon Oct 13, 2014 12:20 am

OOC: O HAI! Milos wants moar Semini time!

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Nightmares. Darkness was full of nightmares. Once the sun - that golden, life-giving orb - succumbed to the threads of evening, the demons that lurked in the hearts and minds of tortured beings were given free reign. For Milos, these demons appeared in many different forms; women he was forced onto, men who were forced unto him, the murder of his slavemaster. Most of all, though, the demons appeared as Chaska. Chaska fighting for him; Chaska suffering for him; Chaska dying for him. Milos killing Chaska. Most of the time, his nightmares made him relive the past and all the horrors he has been subjected to. That he had subjected others to.

Tonight had been no exception. Despite being newly accepted into a secure pack filled with caring canines, the nightmares had not ceased. In all honesty, Milos hadn't expected them to, but their presence was unwelcome nonetheless. Sorcha was fast asleep, snoring softly at the mercy of her own dreams, so the wolfdog padded quietly past her into the cool night air.
Sucking in the autumn evening deeply, Milos could feel his nightmares dissipating the more his awareness took control. Feeling a nighttime walk in the safety of his brand-new pack would do him some good, the bi-colored canine set off Northwards towards Sister Lake.

Approaching the lake cautiously, the habits of loner life still engrained in Milos' psyche, sunset eyes caught sight of a flickering flame nearby. The wolfdog felt himself falter momentarily, remembering his nightmares. But they were just nightmares and he was safely tucked away behind territory lines. The thought settled his nerves considerably and allowed him to press onwards, feeling more and more excited about the prospect of meeting a new packmate.
Instead, though not disappointingly, Milos recognized the bi-colored wolfdog Semini. Pausing at the edge of the firelight, Milos smiled warmly at the sight of her before allowing the warm glow to highlight the blacks and whites of his own pelt.
"Evenin', Semini." He greeted happily, padding nearer to her. "Couldn't sleep either?" He asked her with a grin. Being as he had just been welcomed into the pack the day before, Milos wondered if the wolfdog knew what her influence had achieved. "Mind if I join ya?"

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POSTED: Wed Oct 15, 2014 3:09 pm

OH HAY MANDI 8D Thanks for joining meee! Sorry for being so slow T^T Catching up riiiight now! Also yes yes yes more Milos threads <3

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The fire had illuminated more than just the night, and as she sat and fed its flame, she wondered of the things she saw when her eyes had closed out the light. She saw the frames of the past flicker in the blaze, passing between darkness and the flashes of introspection. She felt herself warm where she faced forward and cold against her back. Her hackles twitched against the clash trying to settle the transition. Memory and the present moment had a strange way of being, and in waking from a cold sweat or a peaceful sleep she could not always tell whether anything had truly changed.

She awoke from her thoughts at the sound of footfalls, and for a moment she was flush for her lack of awareness. Her own fiery gaze sought the forms of her company and lifted him from the darkness, realizing that it was no ghostly specter, no nightmare in its shapeless ambiguity. She smiled and let a hand pat the ground beside her, welcoming the guest who seemed to share her insomnia.

"Have a seat Milos," she said, returning his warmth. "I heard there was someone new around, didn't know it was you guys," her head inclined to him in welcome, a smile parting the waves of her white muzzle. She didn't say it, but she was glad that it was the duo that had joined Krokar. Despite their rocky start, she knew they were good people.

"I don't always sleep easy in new places, either." She looked at him, and the way her eyes glimmered and caught along his lighter tones seemed to spell her considerations. The lop-sided smile lingered. "But I have no excuses, tonight."
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POSTED: Sat Oct 18, 2014 1:28 am

OOC: Mort's approximate expression ^^^ 300+ Hope you don't mind one more~

Theon awoke in a bush. It wasn't his house, despite how oddly comfortable he felt in it. There was hardly a ceiling and he felt damp from the condensation of the night. Glancing over with icy blue eyes he spotted the English whiskey wrapped by his hand and felt the weight of Mort, the raccoon dog, against his chest. There was very little guessing what had occurred and he had a headache that raged in his head. "Geweldig , nog een avond doorgebracht met de honden." He muttered, pushing his companion off of him and pressing a hand against his temple.

He was awake now and let the bottle roll from his hand he pushed himself out of the bush rather crankily and a great yawn parted his muzzle. Mort was beginning to wake now and he stifled a yawn of his own. "Je bent zo'n dronken, Theon, en een uitstekende bed." He said lightly, shaking his fur. "Je sliep zo vast, een ander bouwde een brand recht onder je neus."

Theon turned around and he saw the glow of a fire and two canines circled around it. Blinking, he could hardly believe, though he supposed he was well enough hidden considering neither of them had woken him. Squinting, he supposed he recognized the shape of Semini the lass that had very nearly killed him. The other he didn't really know but he might as well make his presence known. Straightening his step, he sort of shuffled his way out of the undergrowth, circling around closer to the fire. Coughing wearily, he straightened his jacket. "Madam, sir," He greeted in his accented English and he promptly laid down on his back for fear the world would spin out from under him if he kept standing. Mort sat next to him.

The canid had been practicing his English, "He is... how you say it... hung... over." He muttered very slowly, pointing his nose toward his prone friend.

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POSTED: Sun Oct 19, 2014 10:53 pm

OOC: Yay! Welcome Owl c:

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Laughing lightly, Milos lowered himself down to the earth next to Semini and laid his elbows in upturned knees. With a gentle sigh, he settled into himself and squinted with sunset eyes into the glowing flames. There was something mesmerizing, something hypnotic, about sitting next to an open flame in the dark of night. The orange hue flickered against his bi-colored fur, highlighting the black and licking color onto the white. The warmth felt comforting against the cold and seemed to burn away the demons of the evening. After several moments, the Greenhorn relaxed and glanced over at his companion.

"Nice place." He said, turning his head upwards to the specks of light in the inky sky. "Remember you sayin' so. Seemed the best fit for us, and so far it has been. Owe you a thank you so... thank you." He chuckled, ignoring the discussion about what brought them both here to begin with entirely. What was there to say anyway? That he had nightmares? Relived realities from the past that made it impossible to sleep? He was new here and needed no reason for anyone to consider him different or weak.

Milos opened his mouth to say more but was promptly interrupted by the sound of glass clinking softly in the still night. Ebony-tipped ears flipped forward, bright eyes flashing towards the sound. Within moments, the appearance of a monochromatic wolfdog shuffled into the the orange light. The new canine addressed the pair and then flopped down onto his back. That was when Milos caught sight of a curious creature, somewhere between between a raccoon and a... cat, maybe. Or a fox, perhaps.

A whiff of alcohol touched Milos' nose and suddenly the wolfdog understood the reason for the newcomer's strange behavior. He glanced from Morth, who explained his friend's condition, to Semini with amusement.
"You en't kiddin'."He said with a grin, though Milos could feel his insides squirm uncomfortably. Ulick liked to drink and when he got drunk, he often did unforgivable thing. That didn't mean that everyone was like that, the wolfdog tried to reason, and the idea of this eased his mind for the moment. "Rough night for you too, huh? Y'allright?"

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POSTED: Mon Oct 20, 2014 7:37 pm

Owwwwlllllll 8D

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Her eyes flickered with a friendly gleam as Milos settled beside her. She was just as eager to shed the night's calling and greet the moment for its tranquility and goodwill. At his remark, the fire glimmered across her teeth, revealed by a smile that turned a little more to the right side than it did the left. She laughed warmly, shaking her nose in disbelief, and then eventually tilting it to him with playful acquiescence. "You're very welcome," she said, "I'm glad I could steer you in the right direction." Even if it had only been pleasant conversation, she enjoyed the idea that she might have had a hand in their new life.

At that moment, something stirred from the darkness, drawing both of their attention. She watched as a figure emerged from the bush and stumbled into the firelight as the reindeer man she had encountered months ago. Semini knew of his presence in the pack, but had been too busy settling in herself to come greet him. Her mouth rounded with surprise, and she looked toward Milos with an open smile, her shoulders bowing with quiet laughter. It seemed very humorous to her, since she had once believed Theon a threat, and in that moment the wolfdog knew just how foolish that had all been.

As Milos spoke, Semini was regaining her composure, pushing back the curls of her white mane. She looked toward Theon's dignified companion, and felt herself burn with mirth. Perhaps she had been sitting by the fire for too long. "You must get tired of babysitting him, huh." she said to Mort, sending him a knowing wink. Her gaze then traveled to Theon's collapsed figure, and she reached a hand out to stir his shoulder. "What's got you so tuckered out? Is it the flying reindeer?" Despite the grin on her face, she did seem genuinely concerned about him.
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POSTED: Fri Nov 14, 2014 11:18 pm

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They were jokers all right, but his head hurt more than he could think of and it was hard for him to focus on their jibs. He wasn't even sure how much he had drank and how much, honestly, he had awoken with one bottle in his hand but others were surely littered around the forest. Rubbing his temples, he gave Mort a shove with his foot as he lay prone., He was not having any of this. "Eh, I've had better." He murmured wearily, "Most nights when I wake up like this I've been laid or something." He lifted his head very slightly, glancing around. "See any sirs or madams wandering about with a dazed, loving expression in their eyes?"

Dropping his head to the ground again he supposed he had just taken to drinking this night for no reason in particular. Those were the worst kind of nights and he could feel the blood rushing through his head and the agony that started there and spread all over.

"He is... complicated." He replied uneasily, glancing at his companion. Mort had seen Theon is all of his states from love struck to heart broken and drunk to hell and high off of just about everything they could get his hands on him. Mort had never been interested in those vices for they had a harsher affect on his body than it did on his. Mort often served as more of a chaperon than anything else.

"I think I did see one tonight," He replied wearily, blinking. "Hey, you two got anything to dull this headache of mine? Aindrea's whiskey does the trick." The alcohol beat him down and brought him back up, for he didn't have anything else to do most of the time. He hardly had to fish for himself anymore, the pack worked together.

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POSTED: Sat Nov 22, 2014 4:19 pm

Milos watched with increasing amusement as the hungover canine registered their words, responded facetiously, lifted his head gingerly, then laid it back down again with obvious agony. "Nothin' on two legs, anyway." He said, a little mischievously before glancing first at Semini then Mort, diversion still shadowing his dark face; sunset eyes held a more concerned expression. Milos had had alcohol before and while he marveled in the way it loosened him up, somehow made him happier, the after-effects left him feeling worse than before. He often wondered if he could coast in that state of elation with enough alcohol, never stop drinking the stuff. Is that what Theon did? It didn't seem to be working if he did, which made the Greenhorn reconsider this theory.

Milos cleared his throat to clear his head and looked back at Theon's prone figure. "En't got nothin' myself." Milos admitted apologetically. "Water's aplenty, though." The firelight flashed brilliant orange upon one of the scattered alcohol vessels, pulling the wolfdog's gaze. He looked at Mort. "He drink all them? Eesh! Might be I fill up one them bottles and getcha some water, huh?"

Without waiting for a response, the thin wolfdog rose and collected a couple bottles. Milos figured he could use a refreshing drink of water if nobody else did. Allowing the flickering flames to guide him down to the edge of Sister Lake, the Greenhorn rinsed out the bottles twice before filling both of them up to the brim. Carefully, he padded back and held one out to Theon.
"Better'n nothin'." He said with a smile.

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Theon's remark had lifted her expression from concern to dismissal. A small snort escaped her. "Aye?" Her hand patted at his shoulder, and then relinquished it.

Semini glanced back to Milos just as he spoke. She could hardly bite back a laugh at his comment, and her shoulders rolled with the suppressed humor. She hadn't meant to get such a kick at Theon's expense, but she thought there was goodwill behind the teasing. In any case, the words seemed to have sailed straight past the dazed alcoholic. She thought that might have been for the best.

Mort's sober words carried her to sympathy far quicker than any drunken rambling. She nodded to the raccoon, "Very complicated." She agreed, perhaps for different reasons. Up until that point, she had seen only one side of Theon. She wasn't quite sure what to make of this other, messier, side of him. Milos, on the other hand, was beginning to take a more coherent shape. His good humor had once swayed the wolfdog to calmness, and now it appeared again, soft and kind. She turned to regard Milos while he went to fill the bottle with water. "Thanks!" she called to him with a wave. By the dark lake, she could barely find him. Only the sounds of sloshing water returned to her, and then his footsteps. Her attention drew back to the drunken bard, "It's water, Theon. You should drink it. Neither of us want to carry you back to your house."

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POSTED: Sat Dec 20, 2014 2:57 am

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Theon groaned, rubbing his head, glad that Mort was there to speak for him. There was no doubting he appreciated the raccoon dog for everything that he did for him and more. Scuttling around in the dirt, he supposed that he could dry to beat the hang over with water, even if it didn't dull the ache completely.

Slowly, sitting up, his icy blue eyes looked glanced at both Semini and Milos with a mixture of exhaustion and discomfort. "Aye, aye, captain." He gurgled, rubbing his face with both hands as Mort turned his pointed muzzle toward him. The Dutch creature looked unimpressed with his friend's actions and Theon couldn't blame him. They had been through hell and back but somehow, he always stood by him.

Taking a bottle, now filled with unsatisfying water, he took a long drink of it. Sticking out his tongue, he murmured, "Bah , hoe mensen drinken dit elke dag met geen bier?"

""Ledereen heeft gewoon betere smaak dan jij , Theon." Mort huffed, rolling his eyes. The dark eyed raccoon dog shot a look toward the two none Dutch speakers. It was more than clear that Theon wasn't going to be a good sport about all this water drinking, especially as he recovered from a rather powerful hang over.

"He only likes the water," Mort stated with a shrug, "He wish it was booze, as he says. Though, I thinks that he will be able to walk, yes?" He glanced at his companion and Theon gave him a disgruntled nod and a grunt and that was about it. The shark colored giant took another swig of water and continued to grumble to himself.

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