Sailing for Adventure

Fritz Earl · 05-09-2012, 11:20 AM

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Final claiming thread for the Corsairs. Set in the Colchester Quarter / +307

Fritz had spent the day that he met the ragtag group with them discussing plans for a home for everyone. He wasn’t too sure about being a pirate or a leader but he supposed that he could manage it. Of course he did have some experience with ships since one of the things that his father did, well still does, was build ships and repair them. He therefore learned to do the same and used that knowledge, and his father's name, to get passage from London to Nova Scotia.

But he had left later to scout out the area they were wanting to settle. And Selene came with him. They had found the area that Ichika no Ho-en was to be empty. It would appear that the northern pack was no more. He could still smell their markers but they were over a week old. Which meant Tobias and he could establish their group of pirates here. He was pretty sure that the few reasons that he was chosen to help lead were his size and the fact that he was a male. Fritz had the distinct impression that the group was rather…chauvinistic. Of course his experience with boats likely sealed the deal.

He was especially excited to find that there was a rather nice strip of beach that even had a somewhat wrecked ship. Of course it still was floating and it seemed to have no major damage. He could probably have it totally fixed in a few weeks but he would need to look at a bit closer to be sure. But as far as he could tell, they could maybe live in it either right away or with some very minor fixes. And as he looked out at the water and the boat, he could feel the stirrings of the sea calling to him.

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Liam Catori · 05-09-2012, 02:37 PM

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Liam Catori

Do mi do mi do so mi do
Every truly cultured music student knows
You must learn your scales and your arpeggios

WC :: +### OOC :: Playing it this way because I'm still not sure Robin is coming

Liam had packed his stuff he had stopped working on the library and had almost vanished from what he normally did. He felt bad to leave his mother and father but they had given him the courage and taught him that he could fly on his own. He was not sure robin was coming along he had asked her and she seemed on the fence but he was going to take the lead.

He had bid farewell to his home a day or so ago and taken off. he was once a prince the son of the king but that was not his place. He wanted to make his own family and find his own way. If he ever went home it would be to be with his family again. He wore slightly torn cargo pants and a pirate like hat. he had left his mother a note and hoped that she would tell his father.

bi colored eyes looked out as he made his way through the land. He felt a slight bit of homesickness as he walked on. Soon he was upon a land which once held a pack. He had never known of this pack but the scent was just about gone. Well the land seemed plentiful, looking back on the path he took days a go he stood up prouder and moved forward. He was here and here he would be. He moved towards the man that he would call leader or at least one of them. Greeting sir He said bowing his head.

Bring the music ringing from your chest
And not your nose
While you sing your scales and your arpeggios

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Harrow D'Angelo · 05-09-2012, 09:49 PM

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WC:: 277 - Short post of Hael and Harrow arriving. Please keep in mind Harrow is going by the Alias of Nahyt so NO ONE will know her name; if mentioning Harrow please refer to her as Nahyt :3

It was happening, so fast and so exciting. Initially she had expected things to drag on, require endless amounts of organisation and the like which elder canines always seemed to favour, but no, it was happening very much that moment and with each step she grew closer to the area that would be theirs, the more her stomach filled with butterflies, her heart racing within her chest leaving her almost breathless. Leaving the car shell she'd temporarily called home was easier then she had expected, with new attachments to the pirates who'd crashed into her life and Hael she was happy enough to up and go with them, rather then linger around the relic of a car.

To her left Hael walked quietly, observing those laying up ahead as the pair approached, the brindle hybrid carrying both of their stuff on the basis he didn't want her to damage her arm; personally, she believed it was to show of his superior strength, but it wasn't in her nature to complain about someone doing work for her. Entering into the lands, the weak border scents of what was once there lingering, vibrant eyes fell upon the giant spotty one, “Pretzel” she called out in welcome, saying the nickname that had struck her for the walking black and white tree.

With the future leader greeted she turned her attentions to Liam; she hadn't seen him in awhile and was pleased to see he had taken her up on her offer. Smiling at him she waved quickly in his direction, before idly looking around to see where everyone else had gotten to, impatience growing fast within the black coloured girl.

Medusa Kathari · 05-09-2012, 11:15 PM

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Herp. c:

Medusa had, as of late, started wandering farther and farther. As she, at one point, approached a pack she considered joining, she inexplicably left it. She decided not to howl at the borders (something you apparently were supposed to do), and felt glad for doing so. As she wandered further and further north, her tattered cape fluttering in the slight breeze, she felt confident in her decision.

The woman let her fingers brush against deadened trees as her feet crunched against as she walked towards a destination she was told of prior. A large dog had found her and told her of a place that seemed interesting, a place that reminded her of her youth. She had seen pirates and sailors come and go every day for most of her life back home, and upon discovering that they were still around, even in this odd place, she jumped at the chance to live with them.

Finally arriving at the place she was told, by Fritz, she saw the large man and also a smaller man, as well as a female, who she did not recognize. Hello, Fritz, Medusa called out, her heavily accented voice carrying to them. As she walked over, she stroked Armani and Eszter and smiled. She was calm, the Narrator purring in her head. The two of them were happy. Today was a good day.

Selene Vansenza · 05-10-2012, 11:46 AM

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599 eek! A possessive laday AND I RAMBLED. Goddamnit I suck.

All the conversing, the discussions and serious planning; it left the young woman in a state of excitement and anxious ways. She had stuck to Fritz like glue, never ever entertaining the thought of leaving his side. Every moment, she was clinging to him. Safe and happy, and more and more wondrous of the future. It sounded quite like the group was planning to start up for real, become something established: a pack. She was proud of Fritz, happy that his wisdom was being acknowledged. The scent of a disbanded and abolished pack lay softly, delicately as if any day the scents would disappear. It had been Ichika no Ho-en, the home of her friend Saluce. Where was he now? Was he safe with his mate? So confusing...The long-dying smells of former pack members left a sensation of melancholy upon the little woman...They had not made it....Would that happen with the home that Tobias and Fritz planned on establishing? She feared that someday...It would be upon her lover's shoulders, as well as the Captain's, the responsibilities and the pressure would be great. And Sel was sure that the men would have a chance to handle it.

She stared quietly out at the expanse blue blanket over the horizon, waves of foam and glittering sun-rays appealed to her eyes as she looked upon the ocean. In a strange way, it called to her. Drew her in like a siren's song, so beautiful...And dangerous. Maroon gazers brought themselves up to Fritz, finding the gems of jade, his beautiful eyes. The hybrid feared only one thing. Fritz would have many responsibilities...Would they take him from her? Dilute his time for her to nothing? Fritz...I-I

Her words were cut short as the arrival of another was upon the pair, a male of blue and green eyes, of tawny markings and tone. He greeted Fritz, acknowledging him with a "sir". The girl said nothing to the stranger, as she hadn't been greeted herself. It seemed a few of this pack were rather male oriented, and likely the coydog didn't want to involve herself. She looked to Fritz, speaking softly Love ya Fritz...Can I, talk to you later? Better then, there would not be as many disturbances and they could be alone. Silently, Selene smiled, pressing her muzzle into his chest, wrapping her arms around her mate. I-I just need to know something... Her ears tuned away, he must have been awfully busy at that time. She wished that they were inseparable, but maybe--Just maybe he was sick of her clinginess. She decided to give him some space, craning her head to look for the others. Today was going to be a big day for sure. She moved dutifully back to her lover's side as more arrived, Harrow and a woman she did not know well. A streak of possessiveness traitorously had her pinned, yet she was able to politely contain it. Fritz was hers, a charcoal palm grasped one of his, digits wrapping around his own massive palm. Hello. She greeted no one in particular. The Italian turned her attention to her mate, I'm so happy for you, love. Maroon eyes glimmered for a second, he would be their superior. A leader, someone definitely worthy of the role. Turning towards the light toned female who had just arrived, a small polite smile lingering over black lips, I'm Selene, Fritz's mate. I do hope things go along...Fritz and the Captain are so clever..,Everything would be great then. The future seemed to be decided by attention, quietly the hybrid watched, listened. This had to go well.

Octavius Poer de Angelo · 05-10-2012, 02:18 PM

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WC:: 610 - sooo...hi there everyone. o.o Sorry this is so long. -__- i'm a idiot.

Octavius had been drawn to the stables when he saw a white horse running around. Their coloring was nearly exactly the same, which pleased the young male for some reason. Moving throughout the building, he searched for the stallion’s stall and nearly yipped with glee upon finding it. After their initial meeting, getting over the wariness of being new friends…the two clicked and got along great. Kuuya understood a handful of upper speech and Octa was often able to read his body language and sounds enough to know what the horse was trying to get across to him. Within a week, the Abigor was riding and playing with the large equine on a near daily basis, for hours at a time. He always tried to go out when no one else was around, so they wouldn’t be disturbed.

When word of a new pack began to titter around Anathema, the boy’s ears perked with interest. He’d been itching to get out, go exploring and meet other Luperci. Sure, his views were rather naïve, but he wanted to see the world! After hearing the rumors for a little while, he made the decision to pack up and go find this band of loners who were planning on making a pack. Thankfully, he also heard that it was apparently somewhere nearby.

For the first time in his life, Octavius rummaged through the clothing he’d raided from the weird buildings with Mido, and chose some to put on. The biggest pair of pants he could find fit alright, though they were a little bit tight on his thighs and he had to cut a hole for his tail. Up top he decided on a vest, a very large piece of sleeveless fabric with worn out metal buttons and a few ratty edges. When it was buttoned up, it covered the top edge of the pants and looked rather sharp on his lean and tall body. Grinning happily, he began stuffing the clothing and blankets, scraps of cloth and sewing supplies into a large bag he’d made from two tattered deer skins.

Kuuya had been a bit nervous about the two large packs Octavius brought to him, draping them gently over his wide back and fastening a soft halter and lead around his head. Thirty minutes later, they were approaching the borders, Octavius walking with the lead in his hand, and the large stallion following at his heels. No hesitation as he passed through, he didn’t want to look back, because that would cause him to wanna go see his mom before taking off. Instead he just kept walking, letting out a steady stream of chatter to the horse. Before he realized, they were miles and miles away from Anathema, and the scent of new Luperci hit his nose, causing his head to snap up and Kuuya to snort nervously. This was it.

Tossing his head back, Octa howled softly and followed it up with a few yips as he walked, drawing closer to the scents cautiously. A break in the trees and the smell of them and the ocean grew strong, making him take in a deep breath and sigh. Smiling happily, he took in the sight of the others standing around conversing with each other. There were a few females, one of which had two snakes, causing Octa’s eyes to light up with pure joy. He loved snakes! Next he looked to the big spotted male, who seemed to be in charge at the moment. Hi there, I’m Octavius Poer de Angelo from Anathema. Heard about a pack possibly forming and was curious…would it be alright for me to join you all?

Tobias Roche · 05-10-2012, 05:49 PM

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Word Count :: 469Ohgoodness. Slight PP of Percival was permitted xD Pabsy said it's fine. Since Perci sticks close to Tobi anyhow <3 Also, sorry for dissin' on the ladies xD I love you guys and thought you should know that <3

Tobias was feeling all sorts of off in this strange land, the charcoal and tawny pirate unsure of what to think as he watched all of these strangers form into a sort of clot. Fritz seemed to be well in control, though that little Selene-character caused the captain to lack ease. Women were never something he very much admired, and with a few of these strange creatures falling into rank, he couldn't help but let his lips curl back. Not to mention that few of these strangers seemed to be sea-faring type, and showed the decency to cover themselves with clothes. This was certainly a different culture indeed, but if they were to follow under his rule, clothes would certainly be a necessity.

The captain withheld his approach, suspicious and glowering as his coal eyes looked over the group with uncertainty, sights narrowed so thin, the bloodshot whites of his eyes were nearly invisible. At least the crazed woman had snakes, which could deal with rats. But still, he hardly felt as though she would hold the intelligence. Being a woman and all, of course. The chauvinist's chest puffed a bit as he sucked in air, his posture stiff and alert. He was far too preoccupied, far too suspicious to turn his gaze toward the waters, despite the longing in his heart to do so.

Tobias awkwardly shuffled ever closer to Percival, craving to be near the only one he truly trusted, and he gave an irritated snort, pausing and tearing his stalwart gaze from the gathering group to the jackal hybrid, clearly emanating his level of paranoia to the other male, though his gaze was softened and appraised the smaller man.

Percival, what be yer opin'n of these... Scall'wags? he asked softly, attempting to keep his rumbling tone low and out of earshot of the others. Everything had happened so quickly, and he was unsteady like a newborn foal. Sights glanced back to the group, though visage remained turned towards Percival, hark still pulled back. The mention of the word 'love' had him cringing, lips curling a little and black tongue trailing over his teeth quickly before he released a huff. Fritz had better keep that girl in line if she were to stay. Love or not, women were unlucky, and treacherous; certainly not a creature one would want to keep on board a ship.

As more people approached, the captain kept the jackal hybrid close, remaining from voicing himself just yet. He'd watch these scrambling, awkward folk for a moment more, assessing their behavior and suitability for his crew. Glare hovered over the Selene and the curly-haired maiden for the longest, as if daring them to make a mistake, daring them to push his waning patience. After all, they were only as strong as their weakest link.

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Percival Teach · 05-10-2012, 09:11 PM

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Word Count :: 447Sorry it took so long, you guys! ;u; Bunch of things kinda popped up that I had to deal with.

The jackal hybrid sighed heavily, not sure if was eager for the meeting of these potential crew members, or fretting the whole idea of it all.

On one hand, the crew obviously needed to be reestablished, or would be no crew at all. On the other hand, it was never fancied by Percival Teach to meet so many new people at once. Or at all.

His emotionless grey eyes swept over them all, observing them one by one. Percival wasn't usually one to judge, as he knew full well that appearance valued very little to an individual's personality or general person, but he hoped by watching movements and expressions, perhaps maybe he could get a generalized idea of what each person could bring to the table.

Foolish... He knew even if he were to understand each and every person on the land, the knowledge would do him no good; he'd still be isolated, thanks to his own preference, and he's still harbour distrust for anybody, except Tobias. No use in wasting time to analyze the psychology of this crowd, for the information gained would be, to him, really only superfluous.

Giving up on the idea, he decided to leave the job of judgment to his respected captain, keeping quite, as was usual for him unless spoken to (unless you caught him singing, which he more than adored). His large jackal-like ears perked at the familiar sound of Tobias' voice, and Percival found himself paying full attention to the other.

He first noticed the distance between them had closed some, leaving him to wonder if he's subconsciously drifted closer to his one and only friend out of habit, or if the captain found comfort in Percival's presence. Either way, it was noted, and accepted.

After a moment to think upon the question suddenly asked of him, Percival Teach cleared his throat, voice low but melodic as he spoke, "I 'ave t' admit, Cap'n, I don't really 'ave much o' an opin'n on any o' them quite yet. I not be much o' a people person, sir... As ye know..." He stopped himself as he was aware of his now rambling. Being monotone, the statement was stoic, but he was truthful in everything that he announced, especially to his captain. He knew Tobias was clear of this fact.

Percival kept close to his friend, significantly more comfortable by doing so. The amount of strangers present accelerated his heart rate enough, knowing they'd be part of a crew to sail, sleep and most probably die together only made him more nervous. The jackal-hybrid wasn't exactly misanthropic, merely... anti-social. He made himself comfortable by staying alongside his captain.

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Fritz Earl · 05-10-2012, 10:27 PM

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Despi, feel free to PP Fritz stepping back or whatever in your post / +226

Fritz glanced down at his mate and gave her a reassuring smile. She asked if she could talk to him and he nodded and said, Of course. He wasn't entirely sure what was up but hoped that she was OK with his helping lead the group of pirates. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head and let her put her arm around his waist. He didn't really care too much what they all thought of his affectionate gestures with his mate.

Several canines came, only one that he knew. The only one he knew was Medusa, a female that he had met and told about the Corsairs and seemed interested. He nodded in her direction and also was acknowledged the two males. Nahyt, the one who suggested that he help lead greeted him with an odd name "Pretzel." He gave her an odd look but wanted to wait for Tobias.

Tobias and Percival came over but the leader of the group said nothing. Selene introduced herself to those assembled and he spoke after her. My name is Fritz Earl and I was given the privilege of helping lead this group. But the true leader is Captain Tobias Roche. He then spoke directly to the man. I assume you would like to speak now? He then waited to step back let Tobias speak.

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Selene Vansenza · 05-12-2012, 03:09 PM

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386 O RAWR.i think this reply isn't too relevant...

As the time grew on, the hybrid began to feel nervous. The arriving others, and the small chatter droned on in her mind. There was a realization that occurred shortly to the slender coydog, just by quietly watching the others roll in. Since Crimson Dreams, socializing and associating herself with others became much more awkward. She blamed Hadley and his new....Toy. Before all that, meetings were welcomed. Associating herself was no hair off her spine. Yet now...Just glancing at Fritz, she was rather content with knowing that her former lover had turned out to be a whore. What could have happened if that had never been uncovered? Would he sneak behind her back? He probably already did it. But Fritz...He was so perfect. She had been his first, and in no way did it seem that he was ready to throw her away.

Whatever spark of confidence (however tiny and never bright,) lingered had been extinguished as a glare was passed her way from the first in command. Large charcoal-tipped ears swept to her raven hair, an expression of confusion and bewilderment. Why...Did he not care for her? What caused the dusky Captain to look upon her with such disdain? Her maroon eyes strove to keep away from those pits of dark irises, burying herself deeper into the protection of her mate. She distracted herself, reminding herself as to why she stood there with a ragtag party of strangers, this was for a (hopefully) better home. Her small hands were shoved shyly into the pockets of her ragged jeans, touching the small sea-stone she had stuffed in there for luck. Everyone in the group deserved some charm, something to reassure things would go well, and not fall apart like the unstable human relic homes they built. Crumbling...Without support.

The mottled hybrid glanced up as Fritz spoke, introducing their exalted Captain. Such respect demanded didn't exactly fall upon the captain as her eyes fell upon him, why would he glance her with such blatant distrust? What could she possibly do? The only dreamed up demises were likely for her enemies...But what made this higher ranking canine see her in such a way that dared to connive something? Awkwardly, she shifted her weight more to her feet, tightening her arms around Fritz's muscled waist. They could talk later...

Frodo Silvertongue · 05-14-2012, 01:12 PM

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RAMBLE RAMBLE x 100. Please tell me if I've done something wrong....
>.> Frodo talks a lot. I can't help it.

Frodo had been wandering again. Never one to stay in one place for long, he had always found himself galloping father and father from home. Or, what was supposed to be his home. A tiny little hut in a village was where he slept, mostly, but why was it that he'd rather curl up in the stables with Strider, or camp under the stars, in the wilderness? These thoughts stuck his mind repeatedly, and he wondered why on earth he was not pleased with what he currently had. He had a lover, for once. Permanant, apparently. That was what he had been assured. But was it love? He didn't think so. He wanted to comfort Gemma, and that was why they had ended up together. But she'd never really be his, would she? And now, now, she was with child. And she wasn't sure whether they were his, or someone elses. But no matter what, she told Frodo that although he would be a father to the litter when they were born, people would be told that the pups were Matteo's. Even though the potential fathers were Matteo's brother, and Frodo, and not Matteo at all. Raising someone elses child...he could deal with it, he thought. But when the time came around to it, would he be able to keep to his word?

Darkness and flame, night and day. Frodo rode on through the night until dawn had crept up on him, though he was not tired. He never usually came this far North, despite loving it here. The south wasn't for him. He liked the cold, and wet. He missed the sea.... the sea. There it was, up ahead. He could see it clearly. Not a black expanse, with a rocky outcrop for a beach, like there was further south. The real thing. Turqoise waters and golden sands. Frodo could almost smell it now, the salt and the iron. That was what he lusted for. That was home. He'd been a sailor once... well, a pirate. Once, against his will, and then once he'd grown older, of his own choice. But he'd returned to AniWaya. Why? His home was there. Wasn't it?

The original reason for coming here was not just for wandering, but also to seek out those who had helped him in the past. He rode on a white stallion, and with him were saddlebags bursting with meat. He was a fine hunter, one of the best, and the stench of prey that came off him was only proof. But as he ventured further out, he realised that the scent of what had once been a territory was gone. Nothing was left, just a ghost of what had once been. From what he could see, the pack had been disbanded.

What a shame. But, he had not came here for nothing. He'd came for adventure, and there was time yet before he'd have to go to help Gemma through the birth of the pups. All the time though, he was searching for something else. Somewhere else. A new pack would maybe be suitable. Oh, he loved AniWaya, but he did not understand their ways. He wanted to, but his mind was set to one purpose and it was hard for him to change. He wouldn't change his beliefs, that was for sure, and that made it hard for him to fit in AniWaya.

Sensing a gathering up ahead, the wolf squeezed with his thighs and hurried on. The scent of many clung to the air, but they were intruders. What was left of the pack had now gone. These were the scavengers, the ones that came afterwards, seeking to make settlement in a territory that once was. He knew how it was, he knew how this happened. Draped in a dark blue shirt, soft cloak, green neckerchief and a neckclace with a ring on it, he was perhaps not that out of place as he approached a group of wolves that were also relitavely clothed. From what he could tell, this was the makings of a pack. The authority was clear in the crowd, but as he dismounted swiftly, he adressed nobody in particular, but everyone as a whole. I be Frodo SIlvertongue. Pleasedtameetya. Nuffink but rubbish-a-floating this here territory, so I'm aspectin' the pack 'as left. Y'all smell foreign, dungarees an' all, am I right in thinkin' you don't be passin' through? Settlin', are we? he grinned, trying to keep most of the unruly words out of his voice. His words jumped all over the place, but he tried to keep them under control for the most part. The little man was just that, little, as he walked over, Strider in tow, but he was strong. His muscles were lean and hands calloused, and he wasn't all that skinny anymore. He wasn't a boy, but a man. A ship. he murmered, looking past them and to the sea. It was all he could do to not go to the wreckage straight away. Ah, she's a beaut'. Plan on sailin' her, or yer just leavin' her be? he paused, taking a sneaky look back at the bulging saddle bags of Strider. Oh! he exclaimed. If anyone a-be hungry, I says to them, I says, we gots lots to go round, aint we Strider? he grinned, scratching the horse 'twixt the ears before casually opening the folds of the bag. His posture was over al friendly, and open, and yet his tail and head held low. He didn't want to cause a stir with the leaders of the pack. Wolves could get pretty territorial, pretty quickly, no matter how much they dressed like men.

Ksenija Russo · 05-14-2012, 07:19 PM

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The sea was in the air, the salt crisp on the wind. The woman was at home here, the water, the beaches, the vessels. She had to lie, connive and steal her way onto these shores but you must do something to survive, right? Inhaling deeply, the scents of the day carried on the light breeze and rustled the fur around her face, providing her with information with what was in the area. Her monochrome figure stood alone and silent on the sands, something that she preferred. However, the information had spoken to her, telling her otherwise. As much as she might wish it, Ksen was not alone. Not along these waters at least. Earlier in the morn she had crossed over stale, weak borders and it seemed a new pack was bubbling forth from the depths of this territory. So much for new wandering grounds.

Sand settled between her toes as she walked, her see-through white blouse whipping about her body due to the breeze that had picked up, the new and strange scents growing stronger as she approached them. Her clothing was simple, though as fashionable as a luperci could get. Her preference was a sheer-white blouse with a hot pink bandeu covering her chest, so even though that you could see her figure through the shirt she was still somewhat covered. The pants she wore were simple, beige cargo material shorts that were longer but were still considered ' short. ' She also wore a thick utility belt that wasn't visible, covered by her shirt.

After a good ten minutes of trudging up the beach, she rounded a foilage-covered corner and observed a good gathering of canines, some dogs, some hybrids, and some purebreds. Her woodsmoke ears perked forward as she listened to the speech, it floating on the wind to her. Hmm, a pack eh? Her mystic blue eyes flitted to the shipwreck, surprised by it's size. What a pity it had come to ruin, it would have been a magnificent vessel to sail on, even more magnificent to sail herself, directing the ship. Ksen had sailing experience, and if they were making a pack that centered around sailing and the sea, well it looked as if they were a perfect match.

The monochrome woman confidently approached the rag-tag group, most of them looking pirates in part. Her gaze focused on the one who looked the most annoyed, he had dominance emanating from him and she knew him to be the leader. The woman walked up to him, but far enough away that she wasn't in his space or intruding. Her silvery hair, grown out and shaggy, tousled in the wind as she focused her blue eyes on him. Pointing to the wrecked ship with a clawed finger, she continued. " Vas thees your ship? She looked as if she vas a beauty. " Came her words, laced with the thick, rolling russian accent. There was a man standing next to the dominant one, and she smiled at him uncertainly.

" Do any of these volves know how to sail? She asked the pale jackal-hybrid, eyes focused on him now. He was less intimidating then the dark man who stood beside him, and he looked somewhat disconnected from this whole ordeal.

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Octavius Poer de Angelo · 05-15-2012, 06:08 PM

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LOL derp

More Luperci where on the way, Octavius could hear the sounds of hooves and soft padding feet walking along through the territory. They were close, about to find the small group, and the young man turned to watch with a happy grin on his face. The dark female was pretty, and her accent snatched his attention immediately, causing his head to tilt over to the side. Very interesting, she’d fit in with the rest of the group without a problem. A white horse, like his own, came closer carrying a large dark man who looked just as friendly as Octa himself was.

Walking around to the side, he approached the male who called himself Frodo, followed closely by Kuuya’s large frame. The light colored stallion snorted in greeting to the other, called Strider, and nudged the boy’s back. Smiling up at Frodo, Octa took in the reddish splash of fur over his head and neck, interested in the coloring. Hi there, Frodo and Strider…nice ta meet you both. Where are you from? Reaching out cautiously, the boy brought his hand out near Strider’s face to let the horse get a smell of him, hoping that he wouldn’t be bitten.

After taking another peek around at all the other canines, he shrunk against his horse a little and sighed. Tobias, the apparent leader, frightened him a bit. While Octavius was sure that his mother could beat this gnarly man into the ground without really lifting her hand, he still creeped the young’n out a great deal. Kuuya whickered softly and dropped his head down over Octa’s shoulder, nudging his chest with a soft chin, as if trying to give a hug. Raising both hands, the white furred boy stroked at the huge head gently, blood red eyes watching everyone else with sharp curiosity.

Tobias Roche · 05-19-2012, 12:48 AM

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Ash sights continued to peer at all these strangers, suspicious as that coal gaze abruptly turned towards the dane once he spoke up to the group of rag-tag and bizarre wanderers. A hark tipped towards a familiar, thick accent, as it addressed Percival and himself, and once more attention was torn from one place to the other, now placed upon this monochrome dame. A twist of jealousy squirmed in his gut like an eel as she spoke to Percival, a scowl tugging his lips a bit, though he made no move to speak up. A huff escaped his lips as the decorated man stepped forth towards the spotted second-in-command, his posture still stiff as he overlooked the babbling recruits.

A nod was cast to Fritz as he stepped aside for the dust and charcoal beast stepped forth.

Aye. Now... I be a man who deman's respect. A man who expects loy'lty. An' I don' know much 'bou' any o' ye jus' yet, so I don' know precisely wha' t' expect, his voice was cool, authoritative and stern. Bu' one thing I do expect is ye all t' follow th' standards. To uphold th' beliefs of those who seek not t' control th' current, but those who seek to cooperate, t' work with the wind an' tides. I expect ye all t' be 'ardworkin' dependable, 'ave a sense o' pride 'n bus'ness. I be not a kin' man, no. I be patient, though. S' tell me, lads n' lasses, if ye aren' prepared for th' work, if ye t'ain't be prepared for th' 'ardships, or consequences o' the seaman's life, either leave or speak up now. I don' need any weak of heart t' be takin' up space in me crew.

Hands were folded behind his back as he looked over the group once more, his marred lip giving a slight twitch as he gave pause for a moment longer, almost as though a challenge, and at the same time in repulsion.

Also... I expect ye all t' get proper clothin', those of ye who lack it. We run a descent business 'ere, and runnin' 'bou' in th' nude t'ain't be civilized in th' least.

He raised his scruffy chin a moment to look over the group for a moment more, before he raised a brow.

This will be our new land. This'll be our home now, as well as the sea. Now, me 'earties, consider yerselves pirates.

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