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While traveling was something that the man had begrudgingly gotten used to, it seemed that life across the sea was not a life for Dresden. When he had come across the old port town months ago, he marveled at the docking ships as a way to forever escape his troubles and leave his past behind. As much as it pained him to do so, he saw it as a necessity. Put as much distance between him and Kobol as possible. So to the two-toned male, fleeing across the ocean had appeared to be the best option for him.
The warrior had tried to find a place for himself within the strange new societies, but to no avail. After spending weeks alone in the forest surrounding a small town, Dresden finally admitted to himself that this had been a terrible idea. He missed his beautiful daughters, missed having a purpose in protecting them and the tribe as he had been raised to do. Now the once proud warrior was reduced to nothing more than lost and sorry vagabond. Even if he could never have his old life back, it brought him some meager sense of comfort that he would at least be closer to what he once had if he went back.
So now he was returning to his homeland, once again forcing himself to suffer through the unsteady and turbulent travels by boat. The uneasy feeling in his stomach was much better handled this second time around, but with the ferocity of this storm, Dresden was unsure how long that would remain true. The Husky male had spent the last two nights bunked up in a small cabin with an argumentative couple and their two adolescent children. After being awoken that morning by more bickering and nearly punching out the jackass male, he knew that it was time for a change. He put on the long, black coat he had bought weeks before to cover up his weapons, grabbed the bag that temporarily held his bow and quiver and left the room without another word.
First instinct had him fleeing above deck. It was idiotic and didn't last long, considering the stormy conditions outside, but the damage was already done. His exposed fur was nearly soaked through, his leather coat all but ruined by the moisture. He probably looked ridiculous, dripping wet wearing only knee-length shorts and his coat, the latter open to keep his daggers in easy (and comforting) reach. At this point, he could care less what he looked like, as long as he could find some place to sit his ass down and dry off without having to listen to anymore inane arguments.
He returned below deck and began what he hoped wouldn't be a pointless search for a quiet, empty cabin to lay low in. As he moved through the rocking ship, it seemed like this might indeed be a lost cause, most of the cabins full up or containing people just as loud as his last roommates. He tried his luck with yet another door, one that had no sounds coming from behind it. Three sharp knocks on the door before he pushed it open, glancing inside. Icy blue eyes peered through the darkness of the cabin, spotting a figure curled in on itself in the corner. Well. Not empty, but it would do. Hopefully the pathetic figure in the corner there didn't have numerous loud roommates running amok through the ship at the moment. Even if he did, beggars couldn't be choosers, and Dresden had certainly been knocked down to the level of beggar.
He stepped into the doorway, free hand bracing against the frame as a particularly nasty wave rammed into the side of the ship. "Damn storm," he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes for a moment until rocking of the ship steadied itself again. With a displeased sigh, he opened ice blue eyes and once again sought out the figure in the corner. "Would you happen to have room for a temporary bunk-mate in here? Having some... issues with mine at the moment." Dresden shifted his bag from one hand to the other, hoping that he would say yes, but careful to keep his aloof features free of any sign of that hope.