Beached.

Seyonne · 11-12-2010, 12:29 AM

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ooc: Everyone is welcome to join and make fun of Seyonne. Also, sorry for the long rambling post. Whoops. Takes place in Drifter Bay.

Seyonne, having never stumbled across a beach in his life, knew little about the tides. He had wandered out during low tide to explore, and now found himself stuck on a small island several yards from the main shore of 'Hogwarts. At first he had been worried, his little island was fast shrinking for quite awhile, but now the tide seemed to have met its final height. It wasn't going away though, which was a problem. He couldn't swim. He found this out when the tide first came in and he had tried to swim to shore. Tossed about on the waves, he had somehow made his way to this tiny island. He was tired, wet, thirsty, and his paws were bleeding from scrambling against rock. His island, now that he thought about it, consisted of two big rocks jutting out from the ocean. Some sand was stuck between the rocks, sure, but it wasn't much of an island no matter how you looked at it. He walked farther up one of the rocks, wincing slightly as he did. Since the tide had come in, it meant it had to go back out, right? How long would that take though? A few hours, or days? He was completely ignorant when it came to water. The forest had always been his home, and after this horrible experience, it always would be.

He had thought it nice at first, the beach. It was quiet and loud at the same time. No one was around, which made it quiet, but the steady wash of the waves were loud in a way that was far different than he was used to. When he got closer to the water the waves were exhilarating - wild and unpredictable. He had sat and watched them for quite awhile before walking along the waters edge looking at the wide assortment of shells and other various gifts from the ocean. He found one he particularly liked and carried it around in his mouth. If he had known the name he would've known that it was a sand dollar, almost perfect in its whiteness and holes aligned in the shape of a five-pointed star. He might have also known it was a skeleton of something once alive, and this would have made the trinket less appealing. As it were, he was blissfully ignorant of any dirty secrets the ocean held. This included the tide as well though, so perhaps he would have been better off knowing.

Either way, he was now beached. He was annoyed at his ignorance, but even more so at his inability to swim. For an agile fox it was strange to be completely knocked off his feet and have nature turn against him so completely. Nature had given him the trees he so loved to climb, but also these big waves that were impossible to conquer. He had never met something that was impossible. With a sigh he tried to make himself as comfortable as possible on his rock. He laid down and looked over the edge at the oh so close shore wistfully. He tried to think positive thoughts. Tried not to think of how thirsty he was, for he had learned today that salt water was not only disgusting, but made him thirstier. However, the more he tried not to think about his thirst, the more he did. Oh the wonders of nature.

Gabriel de le Poer · 11-16-2010, 07:23 PM

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-steals-

Gabriel, while he did not often travel south from the Waste, could often be found outside of the borders along the shoreline to the west. Very few wolves dared to cross the mountains from the east, and those he did run into were loners and often fled when he confronted them. The coy-wolf was happy about this, and often enjoyed the solitude that was allowed to him. This beach, while different from the one he had spent some of his childhood, still reminded him of the few good things from that time.

He behaved almost childishly, chasing the water along the shore. The cold air and freezing water felt good against his thickening coat. Seagulls wheeled and circled above him, though they would never come low enough to harass the Inferni leader. He wished that Marlowe and the other ravens would travel this far west, but his companion had told Gabriel that the Waste and south-east offered far better food. Shaking his head as the stupid birds began to fight over something, he followed their movements and found something peculiar in the distance.

An orange and gray figure was across the distance made by the rising tide. The Inferni leader stopped walking and lifted his head, squinting to try and make out what it was he was seeing.

Seyonne · 11-17-2010, 01:03 AM

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Seyonne, bored to death, took to pacing back and forth across the rock despite his cut paws. They didn't really hurt that bad, so he wasn't worried about them. What he was worried about was the ocean and its determination to make him die of thirst. This wasn't how he expected to go. Maybe a fall from a tree, or some epic battle between good and evil, but never of thirst. So much water, and yet nothing to drink. Ha ha, nature. Good one. His anger at himself had waned though, and he was more worried (dare he admit, even to himself, afraid?) about his outcome. His eyes darted back and forth, wishing for someone to happen along. Even someone to talk to would be nice. The seagulls he could talk to, but he would rather not if only because he knew they would be quick to leave. Then he spotted something, someone.

He wasn't sure at first, but as the figure came closer he realized it was a wolf, or perhaps a luperci. It was weird, this land where wolves may not be wolves. He was still getting used to it, but really it didn't matter what the figure was. He watched as the wolf chased the water much like he had only a few hours earlier. The wolf seemed confident though, and Seyonne doubted he couldn't swim. He realized then that he had stopped pacing and was standing perfectly still. The wolf copied him then, seeming notice the strange fox stranded in the ocean. Stumbling, Seyonne took a couple steps higher up on his rock, trying to make himself more noticeable. He called out across the water in high speech.

"H-hi!" His voice cracked and he had to cough before starting again. "Uh. Well, sir, I seem to be... stuck." He paused, hoping he was right in assuming the wolf was male, and also ashamed at what he was doing. He wasn't good at relying on others. Admitting his ignorance was harder, but it slipped out before he could stop it. "You wouldn't happen to know when the water will go down, will you? It... does go back down, doesn't it? Or do you know someone that can swim?" He stopped blabbing and waited anxiously. It would be easy for the stranger to continue on his way and leave him to rot. His body would probably fall between the rocks or get washed away, never to be seen again. He shuddered at the thought and cleared his mind. No use in worrying until he knew what the stranger would do.

Gabriel de le Poer · 11-17-2010, 01:19 AM

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omg I love your character. I wish to kidnap him.

As it turned out, he was not looking at a simple outcropping with an odd formation on it, but a furry little fellow who began calling over the waves. He was surprised by this, and swiveled his ears forward to better hear. As it turned out, the stranger was indeed stranded. By what was probably about fifteen feet or more of water. Had Gabriel been younger, he might have laughed. He smiled wistfully, recalling when an incident like this had occurred with his own children (though Ezekiel had been far from calm about the whole thing) and took a step forward into the salty water.

“It won’t go down for a few hours,” he called back. From the looks of it, the fox—he could now identify the animal by his pointed ears and striped muzzle—was in a bad way. Not that he would die or anything, but being stuck for hours…well, it would be miserable. Though he would never claim to be a hero, Gabriel did not think it right to leave the little thing to rot and be harassed by the gulls. “Are you strong enough to hold onto me, if I come out there?” Or, as he had with Ezekiel, would Gabriel need to flail against the water while holding a frantic child in his mouth. The thought of that was almost enough to turn him away.

Seyonne · 11-17-2010, 01:37 AM

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ooc: XD Thanks! I like how much history is in your own character. Also, this will be my last post tonight, just to let you know.

Seyonne's ears flicked as he listened to the wolf's reply and his heart dropped. Hours? He wouldn't die, sure, but it wouldn't exactly be fun sitting around doing nothing. Then, a glimpse of hope and dread. The wolf was offering to come to rescue his pitiful self. He saw hesitation in his step though and wondered at simply waving the help away. It was almost physically painful to rely on someone else, but he also wasn't willing to wait hours. He spoke up as confidently as possible. "Yes. I could hold on." He managed not to finish the sentence with but I don't want to hurt you. If the wolf was anything like himself, he would be offended and help was not something you wanted to offend.

He walked down the rocks, closer to the water, unsure. He felt weird. Weak. Not in a physical way, but mentally. He knew he could hold on, should the wolf actually come to his aid, but he wasn't looking forward to being in dept to anyone and he most certainly would be if his life was saved. Even if the wolf declined any help he offered in return, it would nag him till the end of time. Never before had he ever asked for help in his four years - except maybe as a kit, but that was excusable. What if the wolf did want something in return? Well, Seyonne would try to help his savior out. Within reason of course, but where would he draw the line? It wasn't like he was a saint, and a few more bad things wouldn't hurt him. He decided then that he was fine with whatever kind of repayment he could accomplish.

Gabriel de le Poer · 11-17-2010, 11:50 PM

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That's because I've been playing him since he was a puppy. << -is old-

The fox answered well enough, but his body moved with a jerky, uncertain movement that made Gabriel doubt if this was the case. Regardless, Gabriel had made a commitment and would make certain he followed through with it. He took several large bounding leaps into the surf, forcing his muscular frame against the crashing waves, and fought against their current until his feet no longer touched the ground. Though his summer bulk made swimming more difficult than it would have been in the summer, he was a powerful swimmer and moved towards the rocky outcrop quickly. Low chuffs of breath escaped the sides of his mouth, though he could not help but taste salt water as he sucked in the air.

It did not take him all that long to reach the rocky area amongst the water. He could see it would be difficult, if not impossible, for him to climb up from where he was. How the fox managed it was remarkable. Kicking against the cold water, the Aquila paddled furiously, waiting for the smaller animal to come to him.

Seyonne · 11-18-2010, 09:10 PM

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ooc: Haha. Well, I like how it ties in then. Tongue Have you been around since the beginning of 'Hogwarts? I was talking about the site with a esteemed colleague and we were wondering, as well as if 'Hogwarts has always been under the same management. -shrug- Just wondering.

He could see the hesitation in the wolf, and grew nervous once again that he would be left here. Thankfully the wolf bounded into the water and began swimming toward him. Seyonne watched the stranger's passage anxiously, sure that the wolf would be sucked under and it would be all his fault. He didn't know what he would do if that happened. He didn't have to find out though, because the stranger made it all the way over. It struck him as odd that this stranger would be more or less willing to go through so much to rescue him. He wasn't even a wolf, and most canines had an affinity towards their own kind and weren't willing to go through much to help others. Not that he was complaining. When the wolf was close enough, he climbed down as quickly yet carefully as possible. He hesitated before reaching out and placing a paw on his back. "Thank you." He didn't know what else to say, so didn't try.

He jumped out and landed mostly in the water. Quickly, he grabbed the wolf's fur in his teeth. He didn't really think out this part, and felt bad for biting his rescuer, but he didn't have much other choice. He was lacking in hands, and therefore thumbs, so was unable to hold on any other way. He couldn't see anything over the wolf's head, so couldn't tell how close they were to shore. The waves were sickening in their random movements and since he couldn't see much anyway, he squeezed his eyes shut and hoped for the best. Once they got to shore he would drop off as soon as possible. In the meantime, he tried his best to stay calm and ignore the stinging from the salty ocean on his paws.

Gabriel de le Poer · 11-22-2010, 12:33 AM

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I have not, but I did join about a year or so after the site was started. If you'd like some more information about the staff, check out this Wiki page. Big Grin

There was slight pressure from a dainty paw and then the sharp pain of needle-fine teeth. Gabriel clenched his jaw and began kicking against the water. His large paws worked like paddles, however ungraceful they were, and soon enough he and his companion were caught up in the waves that were moving towards shore. Twice Gabriel was pulled away from the sand, but on the third attempt, his feet hit the ground. With several loping gaits he was on the shore, and quite relieved when the fox released his neck.

Shaking the water out of his coat left the Aquila looking much broader then he had been, though until the thick fur dried completely, the multitude of scars along his sides would be visible. They were usually hidden, and Gabriel wished they would remain so. He was not proud of them. He was not proud of any of his scars. Flicking his ears with a snort, the coy-wolf sat and nodded to the smaller creature. “Better?”

Seyonne · 11-22-2010, 06:48 PM

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ooc: Very cool, and I keep forgetting there's a wiki.

Seyonne was worried they would never get to shore, but finally they did. He shook himself off in much the same manner as his rescuer, though tried not to let his paws lift into the air like they usually did when he shook. He remained standing as his companion sat, and he glanced over the other's scars. There were more than he ever thought possible on a single being. He didn't have any scars of his own, except maybe on his paws when they healed, but wasn't ignorant to them either. He knew quite a few others that had scars, and few liked telling about how they got him. Despite his curiosity, he remained silent on the matter. He answered the wolf's question instead. "Much. Thank you." He paused, unsure how to go on, but feeling like he must. "Might I know my savior's name? And is there any way I can repay you?" Yes, there was the topic he feared right out in the open: repayment. He kept his face calm, keeping his turmoil internal.

He wanted to bolt, but that would be the very epitome of rudeness. He wanted to repay the scarred male, but was afraid of what he would ask. He wanted most of all to curl into a ball and sleep. His heart was still recovering from his ordeal, but was sputtering along well enough. He didn't think he would ever like the beach again though. He made eye contact with his savior and refused to let his tiredness show. He noticed an almost regal-like appearance in the wolf which made him stare at his shoulder instead. Still, he kept up his facade. Despite needing rescuing earlier, he refused to admit that he was weak in any way: mind or body.

Gabriel de le Poer · 11-24-2010, 02:37 AM

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-continues to kidnap Seyonne- Big Grin

His ears flicked at the mention of repayment. Until spoken, he had not even considered it. Yet now the wheels in his head turned like clockwork, recalling his cousin, recalling Abraxas and the curious way that the fox had vanished almost as suddenly as Anselm had. Gabriel, watching this fox, was surprised to see him staying around and behaving in a manner almost formal in its civility. He felt his cheek pull back slightly, somewhere between a smile and a frown.

“Gabriel,” he answered. There was a moment of pause, as he considered the situation. “Not yet. You don’t look like you could do much right now anyway,” he added, tilting his head doggishly. Though the fox was certainly putting up an admirable front, even he could not hide obvious signs from the combat medic. “I live just south of here, with my clan. We had a esteemed colleague in a fox before, and I wouldn’t mind having that again.” There was a quiet sort of request in there, but no demand. Gabriel, for as rough as he was, understood patience and tact. “If you’re traveling that way anyway, you should come with me. You’d make easy pickings for some wolf right now otherwise,” he added with a snort, as if the idea offended him.

Seyonne · 11-26-2010, 11:39 PM

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He was hard to read, this wolf. It made Seyonne a little nervous, though he didn't let it show. His ears flicked as he learned the wolf's name, Gabriel, and he committed it memory immediately. It was an easy name, and Gabriel as an individual was impossible to forget. His next words hurt a little, despite how true they were. He relaxed his ruse a little, not bothering to hide how tired he was now. Then Gabriel went on to talk about his "clan", which Seyonne assumed was more or less the same as a pack. The mention of a prior fox in the clan made him smile a bit, though he didn't miss the request at the end. He doubted he would mind working for someone that realized he wasn't worthless. Maybe not forever, or for any long period of time, but for awhile it might be nice to be proactive again. He was boring of the wandering lifestyle, it was true. He snorted in time with Gabriel as he mentioned that he might be easy pickings, but for a different reason. He was confident in his ability to flirt with danger but never fall prey to it. Then again, maybe it was best not to flirt too often.

He stayed quiet for a long moment, staring into Gabriel's eyes intently. His brows were knit together in thought, even as he began speaking. "Well, Gabriel, I must admit it would be nice to rest for a bit in safety. I didn't have a direction in mind anyway." He paused, face relaxing, and shifted his weight. He couldn't help but wince as sand bit into his cuts. "Being some sort of friend to a pack doesn't sound too bad either. Though I won't lie to you and say I'm willing to throw myself into anything." He was trying to retain a bit of dignity with this last statement. To say his ego was bruised was rather an understatement. Not only had Gabriel saved him from his epic fail of being stuck on a rock, but now he was offering to provide some kind of sanctuary. Even if the sanctuary may have strings attached, it was more than what he had ever accepted from anyone before. "Oh, and my name is Seyonne." He paused awkwardly for a heartbeat. "Lead the way to this clan of yours?" He perked up a bit as he tried to look confident and ready for whatever may come.

Gabriel de le Poer · 12-01-2010, 11:19 PM

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The fox studied him with something akin to suspicion. Given the situation, this was no surprise. Gabriel was not the type that looked like a rescuing hero—though he had done so in the past. He flicked one ear dismissively and watched as the fox shifted his paws gingerly. Something must be wrong with them.

Gabriel rose to his feet easily, his form moving with a grace that was at odds with his weathered exterior. “I don’t expect you to,” he offered flatly. Others had promised him the same and left. There would be nothing unique to him if the fox did the same. Though he did not say anything, Gabriel kept an eye on the fox’s gait. If his feet were really injured he would be worthless to the clan.

Seyonne · 12-02-2010, 06:43 PM

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ooc: Sent you a PM.

Seyonne was glad that there was some kind of understanding to his limits. He wasn't glad that he had to walk for who knows how long before he could rest though. Sure, he could ask Gabriel how far it was, but he didn't want to appear like he was complaining. Besides, either he was paranoid, or the wolf was watching how he walked. As he started walking, he made an effort to take step after step smoothly and without any kind of sound or motion that suggested pain. After a few yards, though, he found it easy to ignore the pain. It really wasn't that bad when compared to the all over ache of falling out of a tree - which he had experienced plenty of times when he was still practicing the art of climbing. He fell into an easy stride just off Gabriel's right flank, eyes and ears alert for any sign of the wolf's clan.

He wondered how he would be greeted, and how he should respond. He also wondered who was in charge, and where Gabriel fell in the hierarchy. He looked at the wolf quizzically and decided that he was surely high up. The wolf had history, and carried himself with grace and power. How long should he, and could he, stay in this place? Perhaps coming in with Gabriel would give him an edge and the others would accept him easier. Packs, or clans in this case, tended to be fairly close knit, this he knew. He was content to travel in silence should Gabriel want it. His own questions could be preoccupy him for quite awhile.

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