Do you want to go to the seaside?

AW | Wabanaki Coast

POSTED: Sun Jun 07, 2015 12:40 am

304 Ung, writing this post threw me into ridiculous yawning fits like what :o Hover over Sorcha's speech for a translation if you need it c:

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Vibrant blades of grass sprung back to shape after the weight of paws lifted up, resilient and malleable. The vegetation was soft and cool underfoot, dew coating each surface like cloaks, and Milos inhaled the mid-morning air with peace in his heart. It was a fine day, even with the fine vale of clouds that shrouding the sun, and being out in the green spring with his companion at his side once more filled him with joyful satisfaction. When was the last time he and Sorcha had gone out alone together, outside of Krokar? The Wayfarer could scarce remember but he felt certain it hadn't been since they'd joined, which was coming on a year this autumn.

Sorcha walked steadily a few paces to his left and slightly behind him, yawning with obviously exaggeration. En't so early for all that now, he said with a short laugh, shaking his head. Stretching her lips wide over her yellowing fangs, the silver woman commenced her dramatic show of sleepiness, ending the latest yawn with an audible click of her teeth. Whey, mebbies fer ye she retorted, sluggishly raising a hand to scratch her shoulder. Ah divvent knaa whey ye wan' go aall th' way doon t' yon poost forbye. Milos gave a toothy grin, readjusting the pair of skins to sit more securely upon his shoulder. Heard one of 'em's got a loom, he replied, giving her a sideways glance. Reckon it'd be worth takin' a look down at th' Outpost if nothin' else. Sorcha met his gaze, holding it for a moment before allowing her own mouth to crack in a small smile. Ay, ye canny lad. Ye knaa, ye knaa.

And so the pair of them traveled, heading South towards the Outpost to observe the fabled loom and possibly do some trading as well.


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Mandi
Luperci Mate to Eliza but you'd become my candle in the dark
the sun still rises
even through the rain

POSTED: Wed Jul 01, 2015 3:29 pm

Some creepy 'malaka' had told her about the trading outpost - whilst steadily trying to run his hands up her thighs and arms. She had quickly reminded him that it was not a good idea to touch her without permission- the malaka in question now sporting a finger or two less than he had had originally courtesy of Marin of course, who did not take the inappropriate handsyness of strangers lightly.
Calypso smirked remembering how Marin had spat the sleazy Luperci's fingers back onto him whilst he curled up in a pitiful ball on the decrepit tavern floor. It was a most pathetic, but the amusing display had momentarily kept her from the monotonous boredom of traveling the frost bitten countryside- though the onset of summer had reduced the dreary quality of the country by a smidgen.
Chuckling, Calypso reached down to scratch at Marin behind the ear the dark furred wolf rumbling contentedly as they walked along, the bleak sky overhead retaining its never easing grayness and sameness. The gray wolf dog sighed, Marin glancing up at her -she hoped she was heading in the right direction to the trading post. The wolf hadn't revealed too much, just the general direction to travel, before he was rudely interrupted by snapping jaws and the abrupt removal of a few appendages.
Calypso squinted, the mist-like nature of the clouds casting a gray bleakness over the land causing images and shapes to waver and melt into one another, bur she thought she saw a shape or two moving ahead of them...
Calypso glanced at Marin, the dark wolf arching a brow at her and breathing out with a harsh whuff of air. He hated strangers, but Calypso could be overly friendly and open to strangers she deemed kindly and personable. Marin knew that look- the blasted idiot wanted to introduce herself to whoever the stranger was....
Chuckling at Marin's thunderous look Calypso skipped ahead a bit, the coins on her drapes jingling together and causing a musical ruckus that was answered by Marin's resounding growl and flinch at the noise. Calypso winked at her somewhat reluctant non-Luperci companion and shot him a cheeky grin before she turned around and shouted over the wind chaffed expanse of space.

"Hello there!"

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Araluen
Luperci

POSTED: Sat Jul 11, 2015 5:01 am

246 Ah! I’m so sorry to make you wait. Thank you for joining <3

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A tinkling chorus of metal ricocheting off metal caught their attention, both Luperci coming to an abrupt stop at the eerie sound. Ears flicked forward and eyes swept the forest ahead of them; searching, searching. Sorcha’s nose twitched and she angled her silver head towards the approaching sound. Milos gripped the pelts with white knuckles and waited with bated breath until a woman’s figure appeared. He relaxed and a sigh slipped between his lips. Sorcha, however, remained tense and untrusting.

The mottled woman greeted them and Milos gave her a nod and a warm smile. Greetin’s, he called back, sunset gaze taking in her well-endowed figured and heterochromatic eyes. They reminded him of his mother, those irises of water and earth, and the Wayfarer couldn’t help consider the likelihood the stranger’s blood contained a sampling of dog. It didn’t bother him as much as it would have if she were a man and as quickly as it came, the thought was replaced with others. Name’s Milos an’ this’s Sorcha, he said, readjusting the furs on his shoulder. From ‘round ‘ere?

Sorcha remained silent and watched the exchange, eyes calculating the woman’s posture and expressions with mild suspicion. It was her job to be the cautious one while Milos carelessly interacted with any stranger and drifter he met. She forcefully blew out a sigh and rolled her eyes, thinking to herself how it was a wonder he didn’t get beaten and robbed more often.


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Mandi
Luperci Mate to Eliza but you'd become my candle in the dark
the sun still rises
even through the rain

POSTED: Mon Aug 03, 2015 1:52 pm

( Sorry its so late! ;3; *scuttles back into corner*)


Marin eyed the older woman behind the friendly, young gentleman. She seemed displeased at her own traveling partner's actions. The dark furred wolf huffed as well, the feeling was mutual he thought as he gave Calypso a side long glance.
Calypso simply patted Marin on the head with a chuckle, turning back to the handsome young Luperci with the thick accent. She wondered where it came from and who else had one like it. It was a bit difficult to decipher his words but after a brief pause she untangled it all in her head and switched to English for now.
"No, not from here. I come from Greece, across the waters." She smiled gently, running a hand through Marin's ruff on his back. The non-Luperci glared at her, but simply sighed, dejecting himself to the fate of being petted like some house cat.
"And the name's Calypso by the way," she gave a quick curtsy, holding the edges of her skirt-like wrap as she was taught. She straightened back up and gestured to her dark furred companion.
"And this here's Marin. He, uh, 'works' for my family. Or he did... at one time." She trailed off awkwardly, wincing at the indignant huff Marin gave at the mention of his previous forced occupation.
"Where are you from sir and madam, if I may ask? I don't think I've ever heard an accent like yours before..." She inquired, hoping it was not rude of her to ask so many questions of them. They were strangers after all. Strangers who smelled strongly of salt water and some strange flotsam. Sea farers maybe? Or merchant ship Luperci? She had seen and spoke to a few in Greece when she was very little, but she couldn't remember what they sounded like...

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Araluen
Luperci

POSTED: Sat Aug 08, 2015 12:38 am

351 No worries, my dear <3 Haha, I feel like Sorcha and Marin could hold a conversation of their own in expressions alone xD

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The silver woman standing beside her bi-colored companion glanced at the Lupus wolf next to the feminine wolfdog, eyes narrowed and seeking. She hadn't noticed him before, and judging by the subtle glance she caught from Milos, neither did he. Sorcha studied him, curious of his relationship with the dappled woman and wondering what significance the bronze collar about his neck could mean.

For his part however, Milos had eyes only for the sociable woman. His propensity for friendliness was what made Sorcha, who was typically much less trusting and kind, such a handy companion. The Krokaran considered the wolfdog's origins, mention of being "across the waters" reminding him distinctly of the Sapient ambassador, Akantha. That anywhere near Onuba? he asked with a curious frown, the realization that not everyone a great distance from 'Souls was aware of Onuba's existence never gracing is mind.

With his first direct glance at Marin, the wolfdog nodded at the non-Luperci before turning his gaze back upon the Optime woman. Pleased t' meet th' two o' ya, he replied with a grin. Beside him, Sorcha remained as impassive and formidable as before, bristling uncertainly with the woman's awkward introduction of her companion. The way she patted the darker wolf reminded her oddly of the way Milos displayed affection towards his cat - that was, whenever Meerclar sought such attention out, which wasn't often. It made her feel mildly uncomfortable but Milos seemed stubbornly blind to the act.

Instead, he considered the woman's question with a sheepish scratch at the back of his neck. His accent, which took its roots from the deep South, had always been - and likely always would be - an annoying reminder of his unfortunate past. Quite South o' here, in fact, he replied honestly. Came 'bout these parts not quite a year ago and en't never looked back." He laughed, a lightly pleasant trill. Live in a pack called Krokar now, just 'bout North o' here. Goin' down t' th' Outpost for some tradin', though. Where 'bouts the' pair o' ya goin'? Ya can join us if ya care to.

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Mandi
Luperci Mate to Eliza but you'd become my candle in the dark
the sun still rises
even through the rain

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