let the tide wash it away

Selene Vansenza · 05-29-2012, 05:25 PM

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Since that night, just a day prior, the petite coydog had found a glimmer of peace. That didn't quite clear up the nightmares, the hidden fear and grief. Having Hadley taken from her, everything seemed to take a layer painfully from her soul. She had Fritz. It was truly love she felt for the spotted giant, finding everything she could wish for in the gentle dog. And over time, it would all pass. Her dreams would play out just fine. She had thought the remainders of the pain had all been vanished. But seeing Ismeme again--pregnant with Hadley's children, it only strengthened the grief. What she had done was stupid, running down to the ocean to outlet everything. And perhaps, it had saved her from aspiring to hurt Isa and her coming pups.

Sel hated being young. Fritz was two years older, and surely he did not see her as a grown woman. She didn't look like one anyway. She had seen so much, had so much happen for her lifetime. Who knew how long it would take before things finally settled down, when things would be close to normal. That night, as the sun set on the cool ocean, when the dark fell over like a blanket before her; the petite hybrid crept out towards the ocean once again. The tide long since swept away the shards of sharp glass, along with the droplets of crimson she did not feel. The surf taking them out towards the rest of the world. The evidence of her explosion was gone. Nothing but a memory she wished to disappear. Was she slipping into a fathomless insanity? How long would it be before the bottle, or any other object smashed upon one of the crew? Fritz? Even the children she so wished to bear.

The cool air was gulped in quietly, terrified to sleep with the image of Ismeme's enlarged belly, the signs of her failure to keep love alive. What disturbed the tawny doe the most, was that it upset her. Selene was in paradise! A mate, a charming crew of pirates. It couldn't be long until they all came together. When good things would happen. The waves rolled in and out of the dark sand at her feet, a black bandaged hand clutched close to her heart. The glass had been long since pried away. But the truth remained. Another series of scars to remined her of her loss, her inability to keep her emotions contained.

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I suck at starting....Sorry

Tobias Roche · 05-29-2012, 06:10 PM

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WC:: ??? - S'all good <:

His own nightmares never faltered, never ceased plaguing his sleep. Usually, they were recurring, the same few dreams, just played in alternating fashions, and perhaps with the changes of mutilation to his person, each one leaving his mind more rattled upon waking. Quietly, he had removed himself from his quarters, sure not to bother Percival, due to his desire to allow his dear friend to gain the sleep he very much needed.

Silently, he simply pulled on his shorts and his under shirt, not bothering to button it as he carefully stepped down to the water. There was a form already lingering there, though in his neutral, sleep deprived state, he didn't mind it. He crept up behind the small Selene, folding his hands behind his back as he stared out at the water. Coal sights were hollow, gentle almost. He didn't look to Selene, or make a sound for a moment more as he stood behind her, staring out to the sea.

Yer wounds... he mentioned softly, voice lacking the usual harshness. They been dressed prop'rly?

There may have even been a glimmer of concern his voice as he addressed the doe. He remained silent for a moment more.

... Beautiful sight, ain't it, miss? he muttered with a gesture to the water. Th' sea is always calmin'... 'Elped me get through quite a few 'ard times in me life. So what brings ye 'ere?

Selene Vansenza · 05-29-2012, 10:41 PM

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Her pointed muzzle was turned towards the waves, turned towards the only thing in nature that she could actually call kin. If she could, at any time, Selene would trust herself in the arms of the deep blue. The fires of hatred had all been quenched. Nothing remained in the pit of her stomach but the quiet angst, a feeling of defeated emotions for the lost she suffered. A lover taken away, a pack she had been removed so forcibly, so painfully. But at least it had brought her to something much different. People she could trust, like Fritz and the lot of the Corsairs. It was later than she thought, and likely Fritz was resting. They all had hard work to do, in a way. Disrupting his peace was surely wrong, a sin to the slender girl.

She didn't know what else to do. She had injured herself in the throes of a tantrum, an action of letting go. But like a living time-bomb, she had no idea when the next time would be. Who would be hurt? Maybe next time it won't just be her hand. Never did she want Fritz, or anyone else pay for the anguish and hurt building like sediment in her heart. It wasn't fair that way. Sel couldn't think of anyone else in the world who was more unfaithful than Hadley. He thought differently. His world was just not the same. Everything seemed to be generated from that space between his legs. She pitied Isa in a way, would it be her next? Having to deal with her life when the next girl comes in, played for some games under the covers, just to end up walking away with her kids? At least it wasn't her. Maybe getting out was the best solution. Amidst everything, the waves softly soothed everything the best they could. Moving in and out of the sands like a sympathetic creature, like a child wanting to be stroked, noticing the pain all happening around them. She considered a dip in the sea. Any infection in the cuts on her hand would be cleansed, another bonus the ocean gave her. But it wasn't worth it yet. However inviting and friendly the waters seemed: they would be cold.

Selene glanced up as a soft voice crept into her serene world. It was the Captain, Tobias seeming as sleep deprived as herself. She looked down at her hand, bandaged up and neat. As if she hadn't noticed it much before, caught up in everything. "Yeah, think they're fine...I try to take care of them..." She didn't see the being she had been so afraid of crossing, the chauvinistic man she had been confused about his aloofness. But someone else, maybe helping form the crew had become a good thing. One thing that the girl wanted so badly, was the Captain's respect. And maybe someday she could try at gaining his trust.

Her breath hushed as she glanced back out to the sea, under the soft mention of his words. She had to agree. There had never been a place where she was more inclined to head to when upset. "Yeah, it takes my breath away." Came the sincere answer from her long muzzle, staring out into the lapping waves, the way they calmly caressed the rocks, slipping over sand, whispering nighttime tidings to the rest of the world.

Sel began to see Tobias in a different way after that. With more kinship, more to see. The scars that littered his body spoke of conflict, the way he held himself spoke of times in the past of hardship. Like herself, they could likely call themselves experienced at life. Not that she knew many of his stories, or tales. But the doe could feel it in a way, like a mutual standing. "Makes me feel better...Soothing the ocean is--" Like a magnetic force, it always brought her down to its shores. "The dreams brought me here--"

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