drawn by a stick in the sand

POSTED: Sun Jul 09, 2017 11:27 am

The coastline south of Sunflower Sunsets. Switched from private to AW.

She spent the morning among an endless field of sunflowers, some of which dared past her head in height, gathering bundles of seeds to bring back to clan. If the flowers could thrive here, they could thrive anywhere; surely it wouldn’t wound the fire-clan’s rugged image for a couple bright and sunny blossoms to grow near the river or behind the mansion. Her mind was nearly changed when she observed the elder Pilot tear apart one of her tied bundles to gobble at the goods. She hoped, in all earnesty, it would not upset his stomach.

When she found herself stiff and tired as the afternoon began its first colors into evening, Dove made her way south to the coastline holding the ends of her dress with the contented old raven hopping along behind. For a time she sat in the sand and watched the shore, at peace yet anticipatory, for she feared as always that her dead sister would wash up rotting and wide-eyed, as irrational as Dove knew that fear to be.

But the late Saffron did not make an entrance, and Dove became determined to reacquaint herself with the sanctuary in the company of the sea. She set her things aside and stepped ankle deep in the waves, then rolled her shoulders and wondered how long it would take for her body to truly acclimate to the dugout again. The Reverie stretched, first above her head then side to side.

She tried a pose with arms flat on ground and body arched straight into the air—a favorite—but found the sand had too much give and her upper body muscles too atrophied. Easier poses, then; she bent backwards on all fours, breasts pointed at the sky and a hand pointed at the sea, and relished the burning stretch in her belly and arms.

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POSTED: Sun Aug 06, 2017 3:08 am

[ 000 ] » hay! I hope you don’t mind I hopped in ~ lemme know if the PP of the bird is not cool!

It was rare that Szenne would come to the beach. She had no business on the beach. She didn’t like the sand, and the waves didn’t like her. They threw her around on their coastline like a ragdoll being dragged around by a child. She’d emerge from the waves drenched and dripping, clumps of sand in her hair, and a frazzled look on her face.

But today would not yield those kinds of results; instead, it would yield a boon.

While a woman relaxed in the surf, Szenne approached her things on shore. The salty breeze blew gently in her face, revealing all she needed to know about the Infernian in question – not that she cared much about her. She just wanted her things. Quietly, she sank to a crouch, unraveling the bags to peer inside. Sunflower seeds? They weren’t really something she needed, but she’d have them.

As Szenne reached her hand in, there was a flutter of feathers and a loud squawk as a bird hopped up on the bag she attempted to take. With her eyes on the woman, she roughly batted the bird away. Afterwards, she hastily attempted to gather up the bags so that she could turn tail and high-tail it out of there. Hopefully the waves were loud enough to disguise the annoying raven’s call.


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POSTED: Sun Aug 27, 2017 10:12 pm

Dove had left him napping on the edge of the sunflowers, though Salvador did not concern himself with whether it was to abandon his company or allow him his rest. She was a flighty, nervous little thing beneath layers of ice transparent to the Sadira, and perhaps Dove had started to warm up to him because he did not fall for her charade. Dove was still a child, forging her way in a world she was not equipped for.

More than once Dove mentioned the clan's winter war against zealots and shuddered at thought of murder and the suspected death of her brother. She verbalized her disconnect with the brutality of men and women under threat, and Salvador nodded his head or tended the fire or kept quiet. A war was a war. Inferni's war was a war. But so too were the wars Sally had seen, both in passing and in participation, and he hoped she would never see a fraction of the things he had. He would not tell her how much worse things could have been, or how comparatively docile the fire-clan was despite their local reputation.

Scratching his ass as he followed her scent towards the coastline, Salvador paused with itchy, wearied eyes and watched a young woman swipe at the old raven Dove had befriended. He connected dots between the struggle over the satchel and Dove upside-down and "stretching" by the shore. Snorting, he walked on.

He came to a stop in front of the stranger, frowning yet unalarmed as if he had not fully stirred from sleep. "That's not yours, girl."

If she attacked him, he would retaliate. But if she ran, his hands would be fisted in that long, dark hair of hers the moment she moved. Behind them, Pilot cawed a safe distance away, drawing the curiosity and bewildered stare of Dove.

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POSTED: Tue Sep 12, 2017 5:22 am

[ 000 ] » woop! Let's get this party started!

She had managed to gather up both bags – tie the one closed again and grab for the other – when a dark form planted itself in front of her, shielding her from the bright sun and dulling the crackled caw of the raven. She took with each of the bags in her hands and stared him dead in his red eyes. ”They is now.”

Eyes trained on his, unwavering – such a ballsy move for a ballsy woman – she backed away some steps. Seeing intent in his eyes, but no action in his muscles, she turned away from him, the bags of seeds in her hands, and attempted to make a run for it.

But just before she could gather enough speed to really get going, she felt a rough hand entangle itself in her hair. If there was one thing that Szenne hated, it was brutes going for her damn hair! He yanked her off of her balance, and as she fell back into him, she swung one of the sacks of seeds over her shoulder – hand still attached – in attempt to bash him in the face with it.

If it would make him let go of his grip, she’d let it fly, explode over his ugly mug, and then make haste with the remaining bag. If not, well then, she’d have to deal with the consequences of getting caught. No doubt the other woman would come to the rescue of her things soon.


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POSTED: Sun Sep 17, 2017 6:09 pm

"Oh, come on," he'd started to say. She moved. A fistful of his snow-tipped fingers knotted themselves in her dark hair, not yanked but held steadfast, and he began again to tell her the bags were filled with seeds, seeds, not something worth risking her life for. The world was full of seeds, of herbs, of elk, of hare. If you had speed and teeth, you did not risk your life for food. It made no sense. But sunflower seeds? Was this a trap?

Naturally, the irrationality of it all turned aside his guard, and a satchel of berries collided with his nose and sent seeds airborne and across his shoulders. Cursing if only because his snout has been struck just right, his hand left her hair to touch his nose for bleeding. She took off, and once realizing, Salvador took off right after her.

Left in his wake, Dove shouted to let the thief go. He didn't. On legs seasoned to his own brand of thievery, the Sadira kept in pace with her easily; whether he could outrun or catch her, time would tell.

"At least tell me what you want them for so badly," Salvador hollered, the question still nagging despite the pounding of his feet, bleeding nose and rising irritation. If such came to pass that he had to tear this pea-brained girl apart, at least one stupid question of likely many stupid questions would be answered first.

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POSTED: Sun Oct 01, 2017 8:11 pm

[ 000 ] » ooc text here

Letting loose one of the bags, the hand had released her hair, and with a knotted clump she could feel in the back of her head, she took off running, away from the beach and towards the city. The man called after her, but she didn’t immediately answer. Instead, she busied herself with getting away rather than stopping to have a chat with the man who wanted to defend his damn seeds. The white-furred woman was left behind, thankfully. If it came down to it, there would only be one she had to deal with.

Szenne’s feet pounded the earth for a good five minutes, and she slowed to both catch her breath and check if she lost them.

”Oh, for fuck’s sake!” She took the dagger from her belt and held it out - dagger in one hand, bag of seeds in the other. The dark-furred male was hot on her trail, closing the distance between them fast. She could run some more, but it was likely he’d follow her all the way to Halifax, all the way to the warehouse. She didn’t need that.

”Ya followed me half a mile for an answer?” Szenne panted. ”Seeds is always good for trade, if ya must know what I plan to do wit ‘em.” She was annoyed; it was evident in her voice. She thought it would be a clean getaway - but there were definitely some major complications now. Even as the man closed the distance between them, Szenne kept walking backwards, always moving, always keeping the distance between them comfortable - unless, of course, he wouldn’t slow down.


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