plunder and blunder

Skoll Haskel · 11-20-2011, 04:02 PM

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Ohnoes!

Lunenburg was huge! The puppy could barely believe his eyes when he saw the streets and shops. It wasn’t too far of a wander from the Hotel, but he still had whoever had been appointed babysitter escorting him. By now, he’d managed to find an interesting shiny thing and immediately went bouncing after it, but now he was too caught up in awe of the port town to be worried.

He leaped at the gold thing sparkling in the sun as soon as he remembered why he’d come over to the shop. A storm had broken the windows long ago, and there had been all kinds of jewelry scattered within, though this necklace in particular had fallen out onto the road—perhaps lost behind by some luperci salvaging the knickknacks. He knew Mom wore a necklace, and he wondered if she would appreciate the gold chain. He pounced on it, picked it up in his sharp white teeth, and grimaced at the taste of metal. This would be harder to carry than he thought—unless he could get it around his neck.

Feeling very princely, the cub pranced away from the shop window then proceeded to get his caught foot on the chain and fall on his chin on the asphalt. A whimper left him as he found his paws, and an experimental lick produced another metallic flavor—that of blood. He’d skinned the white bottom of his chin when he fell down, and it stung.

It was then that Skoll realized he was alone, but he choked down the alarmed whine that threatened to burst out of his throat. The son of the King did not get afraid like a little baby! He was two whole months old! Quickly shaking his head to clear his mind of his scraped chin, he proceeded more carefully down the road, walking toward the docks in search of someone to show him the way out. He’d thought the port was neat in its size, but now he wasn’t so sure.

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Shandom Qi'Vaex · 11-21-2011, 12:09 PM

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He hadn't done an adequate exploration of the Cours des Miracles territory, a grevious wrong that Shandom intended to right immediately. After waking relatively early in the strange confines of his new room in the Hotel, the alabaster male, in his large Optime form, walked away from it rather briskly, head held high with purpose. It was the first time in a while he did something for a reason (though the reason was rather useless to the pack), and it gave the male great pleasure. Contrary to how he'd been acting, he wasn't a particularly lazy wolf. He was just... set in his ways. That was the right way to explain it. Set in his ways, a traditionalist, whatever. It all meant relatively the same thing.

Once away from the Hotel, Shandom picked a direction he'd specifically never ventured before. Soon enough he was surrounded by strangeness; it made his fur bristle and stance stiffen. Although he was a relatively new Luperci, the large male walked with poise, grace, and excellent posture. His back occassionaly hunched into a more feral stance, and he was certainly always prepared to resort to his wild nature, but Shandom had the strange fortune of being able to look like he'd been a Luperci his entire life. That is, until someone spoke to him. Once he was confronted about his shifting status (which wasn't particularly often, but enough), it was overwhelmingly evident that the male was just adjusting to this strange life.

The pads of his paws felt strange on this dark, rock like substance. Shandom glanced downward at it, perplexed: what the hell was it? Dark eyes darting around to see if there were anyone to notice what he was about to do (though only the right actually saw anything), he knelt down onto all fours (quite the more natural position, if you asked him) and sniffed the ground. It didn't smell particularly unusual, though it wasn't exactly right. There were little bits of sharp, clear objects every few feet - the male was unfortunate enough to step on a particularly pointy one, drawing blood from his soft pads. Fuck! he swore, rather loudly. It echoed through the streets, and Shandom was glad for no other presence.

Except... he could smell someone. Following the scent rather blindly, the white male wandered until he came upon a very small pup. Concern for both himself (he was never more uncomfortable than when he was around children) and the young one (what was someone that size doing alone in this strange city?) filled him: Shandom quickened his pace. They were closer to the ocean, and this gave him more cause for duress - what if this kid fell in? Hey! Hey, you! What are you doing all alone out here? the large male called, still a hundred or so yards behind the puppy. You're much too small to be out here! His long legs carried him to the youth rather quickly, and through narrowed eyes he examined the child. Definitely too small to be alone. Shandom could not help but wonder how his parents allowed him to stray so far.

Skoll Haskel · 11-21-2011, 11:13 PM

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xDD

Well, this kind of wasn’t that cool anymore. The blonde cub stopped after turning in a circle for the fifteenth time, looking at the moored, rotten ships in the distance then back at the jewelry shop he’d sort of looted from. He wouldn’t show his fear, though; fear was for babies, and he was no longer a baby. He began to pad along the road again as if he had any confidence whatsoever, his steps careful as he tried to avoid the gold chain hanging from his neck. It eventually ended up around his midsection when he stepped over it, but the trinket was ignored when the voice of another wolf called to him.

Skoll whirled around, his ears back and his little puppy teeth flashing in case this was some monster that the big port town had produced. Instead, he saw a vaguely familiar white luperci—a pack member by scent. Pack, family, safe—that was the thought process that led him to abandon his defensive posture and grin, tongue lolling and tail wagging.

“I—” He paused, cocked his head, and considered the first question called over the distance. “Look!” the boy said instead, swinging around to show the man the chain draped awkwardly around his back and belly. His tongue flicked his scratched chi on accident, and with a wince he added, “I—I fight pirate! An’, an’ I ’unt fer the gold!” Of course the Prince wasn’t going to tell his future subject how he’d really fallen down and scraped his chin! Even though it really hurt… He would probably have to get Liam to look at it; Liam was good at fixing things now.

He did resent the second comment, once the nameless luperci came closer to him, staring down at him from what the child considered a huge height. Puffing his chest and defying the adjective. “Not small!” Skoll barked, nose scrunched up as he tried to meet the man’s squinting eyes with his narrow green ones. “I son of King, Skoll Haskel. King big!”

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Shandom Qi'Vaex · 11-27-2011, 04:14 PM

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The child smiled at him, and Shandom lifted a brow quizzically before rapidly dropping it. He saw the golden chain twinkling in his hands, and the male assumed he must have scavenged it from the ruined human city. What a strange habit, retrieving artifacts, though the arctic male could see the benefits in searching for such things. In this strange land, where wolves acted like the men of legends, finding their old items must be useful. Still, Shandom could not imagine himself picking up such a strange habit. The texture of the unnatural land beneath his soft paws was too strange.

But Shandom could appreciate that under different circumstances the child would be adorable, his antics endearing and charming to most older males. He gathered himself and smiled gently at the child, kneeling down as to not have such an abnormal discrepancy between their heights. You are quite the scary pirate then! Shandom chuckled, resisting the paternal urge to extend a paw and playfully cuff the youth on the head.

He froze up briefly when the child mentioned his paternity. Shandom didn't know much about how hierarchy worked in Cours des Miracles, but he knew when he was a child there was absolutely no disrespect allowed to an Alpha heir. Naturally, he'd never worried much about that rule - it wasn't as if he could disrespect himself - but he knew it was something punishable in Etienne. Then again, there were little if no similarities between Etienne and his new home, and it left Shandom incredibly puzzled. Shandom decided to pursue the respectful route, and gave the child a small, apologetic smile. I apologize, then, pirate Prince. You are not small at all. But what are you doing all the way out here? A mighty pirate prince like yourself should not be so far from everyone. It would not do not to have a protector.

Shandom was clearly inexperienced in working with children, and the male felt incredibly awkward. Still, though, he could not help but fear for the little boy. It was dangerous for puppies to be on their own, regardless of status.

Skoll Haskel · 11-28-2011, 03:38 PM

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The little Haskel was developing quite the god complex. One could argue that an inflated self-esteem was better than a shattered one at this age, but he would eventually learn that not everyone was willing to put up with his antics or obey the rule of his father. He’d yet to really meet anyone outside of Cour des Miracles and took it for granted that people would be nice to him because of who his father was—and because he was his father in miniature, or at least he entertained the thought. The sad fact was that he didn’t know Vigilante quite as well as he liked to brag, what with the conflict keeping the King away.

However, for now, the white male knelt to his level and agreed that he was a scary pirate. The boy wrinkled his nose—for he’d meant to convey he’d fought off a pirate, but being a scary pirate was a good thing, too! He lifted his chin and flaunted his half-curly tail over his pale golden back. “Gotta be scary, protect Kingdom,” he disclosed. He wanted to protect his family and the rest of the Court from bears and AniWayans and all other monsters out there.

Skoll smiled when the male apologized, accepting his words with a reassuring look and a wag of his tail. He knew that he was small because of his age, but he didn’t want to be thought of as helpless. If he was weak now, what would he be like when he got bigger? If you believed you were strong and could get bigger and better, you would be a powerful grownup and a good hunter. He didn’t want to be a little runt who never got better.

The white wolf questioned again why he was out here, and the boy blinked. “I—ummmm…” He looked around, dipped his body suddenly, and managed to shrug the necklace off his body. “Look fer treasure?” he offered, not wanting to admit that he’d snuck away from his babysitter. To further distract the adult from asking questions, he blurted, “You bodyguard.” At least he thought that was the right word. Of course a King needed a bodyguard to protect him!

The blonde boy thumped his tail a few times on the pavement and chirped, “Whassa name?”

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Shandom Qi'Vaex · 12-06-2011, 07:20 PM

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I suck. I suck, I suck, I suck. In addition, Shandom currently sucks. Someday we'll have to thread when he's awesome, and not absolutely suckish. I'm so sorry for the delay, love Dx So many papers and a lack of Shandomly muse!

Shandom was not good at this.

In fact, it was almost an understatement to say he wasn't good at interacting with children. Try as he might to hide it, the half-blind man was tense and awkward; these types of situations made him nervous. Looking at Skoll and his light fur brought him back to fantasies of children with Lea, children that would grow up on four legs and stay that way, children that would lead their ancestral pack... Shandom couldn't help but wonder sometimes what became of his lineage once he was run out. It was certainly not unheard of for the original Alpha heir to be deemed incompetent or otherwise not fit for rule and for the next sibling to take over; regardless, he could not image Odin in such a position of power. Not to say his brother wasn't capable - he was - but the younger Qi'Vaex was too lost in stars and dreams to be bothered with reality.

Still, Shandom managed to keep his gentle smile on his face and his eyes kind. It appears you found some, little Prince. It's very nice - is it for your Princess? He attempted to keep his tones neutral yet friendly, and he was lucky: the way he spoke did not betray the awkwardness he felt. The pack man relaxed a bit the more he interacted with the little boy, but he could not help but be curious about what he might be able to find hidden in Lunenberg's lost wealth. Shockingly, the little boy mirrored his thoughts, asking about lost treasure and insisting Shandom body guard him. It was a demotion that did not go without brief notice in the male's mind. Still, he did not waver; it had been a long time since Shandom was an Alpha. I'll watch your back! But you have to let me know if you see anything scary coming to get me, ok?

He began to walk, hoping the little boy would follow him. When the boy asked his name, Shandom almost smacked himself on the forehead - why hadn't he mentioned it before now? My name is Shandom Qi'Vaex-Nightslayer, Prince Skoll, the icy male said, smiling down at the much smaller pup. It was quite weird to see another wolf from this height, once he thought about it.

Skoll Haskel · 12-11-2011, 11:32 PM

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You don't succck. D: I mean, if you do, I do. I hate death week. Need to get back into the swing of this cute thang.

The white-furred man complimented his treasure, and the boy wagged a tail that didn’t seem to know if it was curled or not. He did cock his head at the question, his childlike reasoning not yet knowing what a princess of his own would be. Instead, he thought of himself and his other siblings as the children of royalty—which made Charlotte a princess.

“You mean Lottie?” Skoll asked with a hint of disbelief, rosy ears standing forward. None of the children had really been able to pronounce the girl’s name, and the short form had been affectionately bestowed upon her, whether she liked it or not. “Maybe,” he said with a shrug. He’d give his sister stories, sometimes, but everyone fussed over her as it was—probably because she was the only Haskel-Catori girl in the family. “Prolly give to Mom,” he added, green eyes bright. He knew his mom wore that cross necklace, and so she might like this gold chain.

The golden cub wagged his tail when the older luperci agreed to guard him, and with a firm nod and solemnly furrowed brow, he proclaimed, “Yes sir! I protect alla pack! I watcha fer scary fer ya!” He grinned and peered around at their surroundings just to be sure no one was stalking them yet—but the port town of Lunenburg was quiet, as quiet as it had been—at least until the child had started bumbling around.

Waddling after his bigger pack mate, not really caring that the other was leading the way, the boy kept an eye peeled for both treasure and other scary pirates that might be after the trove. He perked up his ears at the other’s name and blinked. What a mouthful!

“Shan’um K’vay-Nigh’slair,” Skoll repeated, glancing up into the scarred face of the adult. He wrinkled his nose then shook his head fervently. “Nono, not gunna work. I call you Shan.”

And with that royal decree, the young Haskel bounded past “Shan” to the docks, skidding to a halt when he saw the water around them. He lowered his ears and took a step back, knowing better than to run around when he could fall into the ocean, but then the sound of gulls crying overhead made him look up. He wagged his tail and reared onto his hind legs, barking at the sea birds.

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