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In her mind, the rotten pile of wood was something brilliant, something awe-inspiring. White sails billowed in an ocean zephyr, a black skull-and-crossbones flag hoisted high in pride warning, that the black demons to ride such a vessel were indeed aboard. Her imagination ran wild with such thoughts, painting what looked to be no more than a cargo ship mentally to be a grandeur of pirate sea-fleets. The little girls excitement grew as Gabe responded to it, her emerald eyes wide, fluffy tail a blur against hind legs.
" Gabe? What... What are you doing?"
She followed the boy up to the boat, but remained grounded as he leaped with agile bounds up the stack of crates. Shifting her weight nervously, Alaine cast a hasty glance over her shoulders, let a soft sound of worry spill forth from her throat.
" ... Gabe?"
The boy turned back to look at her and barked a quick excited sentence, before hopping over the rim of the boat and disappearing from view. Shocked, Alaine found herself suddenly alone on the shore. She couldn't hear her partner, and, reluctant to follow him, paced up and back. Suddenly, a gull squawked loudly and shrilly behind her. With a yelp, Alaine bounded up the pile of boxes, and dashed onto the pirate ship after her new companion.
" Wait for me!"
The urgent whisper broke the silent aboard the sea vessel, it's two new occupants hopefully the only ones on board. Her claws clicking on the rotting wood, Alaine trotted the way she thought her fellow had gone, nose high in the air and ears flicked up to catch the sounds of any angry pirates that might be approaching.
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Gabriel had not intended to leave his new friend behind, but there was something incredibly awesome about being the first to explore the ship. Imagine what his brother would think! Hah! The idea to sneak around had carried with him, and he proceeded to do so—though his large puppy feet were awkward, and he was not as practiced as his parents (who had an annoying habit of popping up and ruining all the fun). He turned a corner and entered a large room, finding it mostly empty…except for one crate forgotten in the back.
Excited, the boy’s tail went high and he trotted forward. Lifting his front legs off the ground and he put them on the edge of the box. Something sparkled inside, though it was dim, and his eyes grew huge. With another push, he thrust himself into the box, landing heavily. But he had his prize! Grabbing the necklace in his mouth, the coyote stuck his head out of the box to find himself looking at his fluffy companion. His tail began wagging furiously, causing a loud echo throughout the wooden structure.
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The boat was a big wooden skeleton. Its planks creaked eerily, the rotten wood protesting at soft waves bickered like hungry, frothing mouths at the sides of the vessel. Her little paws clicked softly, inverted emerald eyes wide as they scoped out the interior of the Syemv. Where was her companion? He'd been here just a moment ago! She could smell the boy's scent, just faintly against the overwhelming stench of old fish and crusty salt. Then, a soft noise from inside one of the rooms - Her heart leaping in her throat, the little princess debated against discovering the creator of the sound.
What if it was a pirate? Oh, dear... Her Papa was going to be SO ANGRY! But what if it was Gabe? She didn't want to be a chicken, and just wait out here... Hesitantly, the little girl slunk into the room, her eyes wide and round as an owl's. The chamber was empty, but for some bare furniture, some cloth, and a box. A box.
A box that was making a sound.
The thumping grew louder and louder as she approached, fear swelling up like icy daggers to cast stars behind her glassy eyes. Please please pleasepleaseplease... She let out a joyful yip as, peering over the brim of the wooden crate, Alaine spied her fellow adventurer.
" Gabe! There you are. I thought you'd gotten lost, and I was coming in to rescue you, but the boat was creaking and I thought there would be- What... What is THAT?"
Eyes widened more, if possibly, as she spotted the glittering thing in her companion's maw. Was that a necklace? A GOLDEN necklace? Why, he'd found treasure! Speechless for the first time in forever, her own curly tail wagging ridiculously, the little cream girl stepped back to allow her friend room to get out of the box.
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The metal tasted horrible and funny and he wanted it out of his mouth as quickly as possible. Hooking his puppy arms over the side, the coy-wolf kicked violently against the box, and found that he could just manage to get out—though, as he did so, he landed ungracefully on his chest, sprawled amongst the dusty and dingy floorboards. This did not phase him; he was so proud of his prize that nothing else mattered, not his dignity, and not his ego.
Dropping the necklace to the ground, he found himself wiggling with excitement. “I dunno! But it must be treasure! I didn’t see anything else in that thing but there’s gotta be more around here!” Of course, there had to be more. Using his paw, the boy nudged the shiny trinket towards his companion. “Do you want that?” It was not becoming of a boy to wear something so ridiculous looking, right?
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OOC: You know what would be interesting? If we were to have the future-thread with Alaine, Caillen and Gabriel that we were discussing, and she still has that necklace :3
The second she was clear, Gabriel seemed to launch out of the wooden crate, his gangly legs flying and skinny body colliding in a rather ungraceful mess with the deck. When perhaps she would have ragged on him for that rather un-leaderlike display, Alaine was far too absorbed in fussing over the treasure he'd discovered.
" Who cares if there is more! This one is really beautiful. Lookit all them glittering stones, Gabe! Not even my Mama had a neck-lacey like that!" Her gaze lifted, suddenly solemn, and in a serious but not really sad voice she declared, " She's dead, you know. Died after she brought'ed me into the world. Papa says it was just too much love for her heart to handle... When he's not drunk, that is."
With the attention span of a goldfish, her gaze dropped back down to the prize. Emerald eyes were wide as they admired the sparkling jewels. Sure, she was just as good a playmate as any boy, but that didn't mean she could be a little bit girly and really, really REALLY want that bit of treasure. As if reading her mind, Gabriel slid it across the wooden floor towards her with one of his paws. Surprised and confused, her gaze rose to him.
" Of... Of COURSE I want it! it's so pretty!"
Without really considering it, the young girl leaned forward, and gave her companion a lick right on his nose. She then went back to avidly admiring the trinket, and with a little bit of difficulty, managed to slip the too-large pendant over her floppy chocolate ears. It settled, a heavy, sparkling weight, around her neck. Satisfied, she smiled brilliantly at her partner in crime.
" What now?"
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Both ears stood up high on end, focused on her excitement and startled when, rather suddenly, the girl’s voice suddenly dropped and told him, rather seriously, that her mom was dead and her dad drank a lot. This was something Gabriel understood, having smelt his father often with whiskey on his breath. Of course, Ahren never got drunk around his kids, but he often seemed rather glazed. Of course, as suddenly as she looked so excited, and as suddenly as she kissed him on the nose, all thought of his family faded. Twin impulses suddenly reared their heads—the first was to find the display gross! Ew! What was she thinking? And the second found his belly turning all fluttery and weird. He didn’t like it, and crinkled his muzzle to show this.
“Well we should—“ A sudden THWUMP! From nearby caused Gabriel to tense up suddenly, ears and tail standing bolt upright. Oh no! “Shh!” He hissed, and crept towards the door. The noise had come from outside, and to his horror, there was something—no, someone moving around. Both ears fell flat against his head and his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. “Alaine!” He whispered frantically, scrambling back towards her. “There’s a pirate here! We gotta go!” No sooner did he say this then the noise outside grew louder. THWUMP! “Блин! Я водку разлил!” Horrified by the frightening voice, which sounded as loud as thunder and was speaking a monster’s tongue, Gabriel’s tail curled between his legs. Still, he kept his body in front of Alaine, unwilling to let her get hurt or worse, EATEN by the monster. What could they do? That horrible thing was getting closer, and closer, and suddenly there was a great shadow in the doorway and a big, scary werewolf pirate with a bottle in his hand and a sword on his side. Fear flooded into Gabriel, and every strand of his puppy fur stood on end as if he had been electrocuted.
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OOC: No problem. I laugh at your profile picture YAY RURIK!
If he looked a little miffed by her quick kiss, Alaine didn't notice. She was far too busy admiring the oddly-shaped and distorted reflection of her eye in one of the necklace's heavy jewels, and would deal with the cooties later. Gabe began to speak again, and she absently lifted her floppy ear in his direction, when THUMP! The little collie-girl jolted and nearly fell on her rear, emerald eyes wide as they looked for the source of the sound. She opened her maw to say something, but Gabe hissed a command at her, and instead the little girl let her mouth shut sharply. Pinpricks of fear began to claw up into her belly, cold and hard as ice.
Gabe began to creep forward, and she immediately had the urge to pull him back, hide behind his slightly-taller form. The fluffy little girl remained rooted to the spot, shivering as if it were freezing cold. Then, just as she feared, her leader's inquisitive face became a dead-pan of horror. Her owlish-wide eyes were rimmed with fear, their pupils shrunk down to tiny little dots of shadow. At the sound of her name, the girl seemed to snap back into reality, her floppy mocha ears swinging towards the 'yote boy. His words confirmed her living nightmare.
" Go where? We're trap-"
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Her words cut off into a soundless whimper, followed by the gruff stream of pirate-language. Her legs froze underneath her, and even as Gabe scrambled to put his meager defense before her, Alaine was already wondering what the pirate's breath would stink like, how his hands might hurt her. The footsteps were growing, and her eyes suddenly filled with tears, the heavy treasure about her neck completely forgotten.
" G-g-gabe?"
Her musical voice was so soft, spoken straight into his ear, that nobody else would have heard as the planks beneath their paws rumbled with the approach of the pirate. She swallowed down the tears that threatened to choke her, and placed one paw against his shoulder almost bravely. Only a few more seconds before they were found.
" ... It was nice knowing you. You make a good leader."
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Oh, fuck. Rurik was madder than mad; he'd spilled a whole damn bottle of the Chezov-made vodka they'd brought over on the ship. Well, they had lots of liquor—there was a whole barrel of aged whiskey, for example, just waiting to be tapped. But the Chezov vodka was his favorite, and once they ran out of vodka, that was it. Rurik would never resign himself to not drinking, but he absolutely preferred the Russian-made vodkas to any other, and usually the human-brewed swill did not strike his tongue correctly. It was all burn and no taste, and Rurik simply couldn't stomach the stuff, not after being raised on the harsh moonshine his mother and sisters brewed and the Chezov firewater.
He wandered downstairs slowly, his steps more swayed than usual. The gentle rocking of the boat seemed almost enough to send the Russian right off of his feet at times, but steadily he made his way down from the Captain's quarters to the main deck. Normally the Russian wolf was in perfect accord with the rocking of the boat, but the alcohol had his balance all tangled up. He wandered over to the edge for a moment to stare over at the shoreline. He liked this place; he had no big ideas about it thus far, but the simplicity of it charmed him, and Rurik figured he could spend quite a few months here before setting off again. He had no idea how many times he'd return to this place in time. His mission remembered, the Russian turned back toward the steps down below deck, intending to grab another bottle to replace the one he'd smashed. It was a sad, sad thing, but it had to be done.
The werewolf was downstairs at last, standing in front of the door to the lower decks. The key to the liquor storeroom was in his pocket, but of course he didn't need that yet; they wouldn't lock the whole of the lower decks off from the rest of the ship. The werewolf would have noticed the noises and soft voices from within if he had not been so drunk; then again, he was celebrating their landing, it was only right for him to be a bit toasted. Turning the knob slowly, the Russian wolf stepped into the dimmer underbelly of the ship, his eyes adjusting to the light. What he saw surprised him; thankfully the alcohol had sufficiently slowed his reaction time, otherwise he might have yowled and jumped ten feet in the air to bonk his head on the roof. "Vhat the hell are you kidts doing?" he boomed in his deep voice, boggling at the children one by one. His accent was thicker and stronger, his accent more twisted.
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The presence of Alaine’s paw on his shoulder set a spark off in the boy’s small body. He needed to be brave. She needed him to be brave. He had dragged her in here and there was no way he was going to let her get hurt. Besides, what would Baneesh think if he left the girl behind! There was no way he could do that, even if she was gross and had kissed him. That was just not cool, and he would hate to ditch her when there was the opportunity to be a hero. He could do this! The pirates were stupid and smelly and he was a prince of Inferni! Mom and Dad would be so proud of him, and gosh darn it he wasn’t going to let the glory slip away just because there was a pirate in the way.
A giant pirate.
With a sword.
The gray wolf looked the part all right, a grizzled sea dog with black hair and a skull on his chest. Gabriel swallowed the lump in his throat and tensed his body, setting his jaw firmly. All right, giant pirate or not, he had to be brave. He had to, he had to! “Alaine, get out of here. I’ll meet you back where we started.” With that, the muscles in Gabriel’s hind legs coiled, tensed, and then pushed him forward. His charge was magnificent, covering the distance between the two small children and the much larger pirate captain in a blur of gold and brown. His sharp milk teeth were bared in a vicious snarl, his ears lay flat against his head, and he launched himself at the only point of attack he saw fit. The pirate’s ankles, where with a flying leap, Gabriel sunk his teeth in and began to shake his head wolfishly. He wouldn’t be able to kill the man, but he’d hopefully be able to clear a path for Alaine.
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So this was it. The light beneath the door outlined two feet, the knob rattling as perhaps unsteady hands fought to open it. This was it; This was how the adventures of Princess Fluffy and Sir Big-ears came to a finale. Her eyes were blinded as the door swung open, bathing the two pups in the salty light beyond. There, outlined in the fire of the sun, was a pirate.
He was tall, and as he stepped into the room, his shadow stretched like an eclipse to loom over them. His words melted over her floppy ears like a roar of thunderous waves, the tears in her eyes dashed away by a horrible, terrible fear. It rose in her like a thunderstorm, till her maw opened in silent lightning scream. As if her terror finalized something within his own mind, Gabriel's voice jarred her from the shock. His words were blunt, and surprisingly mature; It was not for her to know that someday he would actually become a great leader, only that now, she had to do as he said.
The princeling lunged forward with agility that befell his blood, his breed, and left the princess behind with only her horror to accompany her. She watched, a cream statue, as Gabe made an aggressive puppy attack on the pirate's ankle; then, as if bidden by his words, she leaped forward and into action. Alaine felt heavy, but didn't realize why until she was trying to dodge the drunken man and the necklace about her throat made a soft chiming noise. Her little collie paws scrabbled for a foothold on the wet wooden deck, and the girl slipped and slid and yelped as she was almost crushed by a stack of falling crates she'd bumped into.
CRASH!
The top one seemed to have been full of bottles of some foul-smelling liquid, which now sloshed out about the paws of the two pups and their foe. Having managed to slip past the confrontation and out into the open, Alaine turned, her inverted eyes brimming with fear and a peculiar courage. She didn't want to leave her 'friend' behind, not here, not after they'd had such a glorious adventure.
" GABE?!"
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Man. Rurik really, really did not like children. Yeah—he had been a kid once, sure. Even then, he didn't really like the other kids. The silver-furred werewolf was not a very big fan of children at all, and he was glad he only had to see his much younger cousins once in a blue moon while living in Sobirat'sya. Uncle Robjik was the same age as his father, but Robjik had decided (for some strange reason) to have kids at like, eight years old. And sure, Rurik loved his cousins Saveli, Marya, and Lukya since they were family, but he didn't like spending time with them because all his Aunt Milena would do was fawn over how big they were getting and yadda yadda. It bored him to death. He would never have kids; having kids was tantamount to settling down, and Rurik, king of the pirates, would never settle down! That sort of thinking just wasn't in accord with being a pirate king.
He wasn't really mad—he was just plain old confused. How the hell did these kids get on his boat? Why were they in his storeroom? He didn't have time to think about this, since the tawny one said something pretty unintelligible to the drunken werewolf, and took a flying leap for his ankle! "AHH, AHH!" The werewolf said, stumbling backwards. The needle-sharp teeth of the puppy had torn right into him, sending sharp pains up and down his legs. He didn't expect the bites to hurt that much, but they sure as hell had. The werewolf turned right around and fled, stomping quickly back up the steps to rouse the crew. His balance was still not quite right, and he ended up half-stumbling up the final step, exploding outward onto the deck. "PUPPIES! PUPPIES!" he cried, yowling for the rest of the crew. "Puppies on board! WE GOT PUPPIES!" he shouted, practically screaming it now. The rest of the crew was quite likely to go on dozing off or cavorting far below decks, whatever they were doing—the Captain was prone to occasional drunken outbursts like this one.
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His teeth sunk in and held tight, a wolfish attack that he would later lose as he realized its flaw. As desperately as he clung on, the gray wolf managed to shake him off as he turned, and with the smell of alcohol and Alaine’s shriek in his ears, Gabriel was entirely too disoriented. He landed on his back, hard, and saw a mass of white lights and swirling stars flood his vision. He heard something crash near him, and scrambled frantically, trying to find his feet amongst the broken glass and fire water that managed to stink up the bowels of the ship. Then, to Gabriel’s horror, Alaine stayed where she was. Between the tall legs of the pirate, he could see her pale face and her shining necklace, and then things went from bad to worse.
The pirate was after her! Horrified, Gabriel pulled all of his muscles together and rushed after him, but it was too late! He had started screaming for the rest of his pirate companions, and oh no they were going to come up from below and swashbuckler them or make them walk the plank or something else horrible that pirates did. “RUN!” Gabriel barked again, and then, with the element of surprise on his side, leapt at the gray and white pirate’s tail. Maybe he could stall him long enough for Alaine to make it off the ship, because if she didn’t then he would just feel awful. There was no sense in his sudden violence, but Gabriel was fighting to keep his friend safe, and he would not allow some stinky, tattooed pirate to go and ruin his adventure. And man, what a story this would make! No one was going to believe it, but he was certain it would be an incredible tale.
Provided, of course, he lived to tell it.
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As the drunken man whirled around, his face twisted with pain and the cabin suddenly filled with his roar, Alaine's heart trembled in her chest. For Gabriel had been thrown back hard, and now he staggered, slipped, the air around him glittering with little glass particles. Her paws were rooted, frozen to the bucking deck as those emerald eyes watched the towering pirate approach, his maw still rent with cries of aggravated alarm. For a moment, her eyes slid towards the ladders and stairs that connected this chamber to the rest - The were footpaws she could hear approaching, but leisurely, as if their fellow pirate's outburst was the cause of no alarm.
All this in a split second, for she turned back to watch now as Gabe watched her, young emerald eyes meeting fiercely determined gold from between the swaying legs of their foe. The 'yote pup rose, painfully slowly to Alaine's intrepid gaze, and his maw moved in a final command. Twas as if in slow motion, for the foul-smelling water splashed about his paws as the boy launched another attack on the howling brute, who was now stumbling closer to the crouched collie lass. His shadow fell over her, and she crouched low to the ground, eyes wide and brimming with fear. Gabe's shout collided with her ears just before his maw swung towards the tail of the beastly marauder. RUN!
So she did.
Puppy paws dashed about as the girl weaved between grasping hands and sliding feet, the heavy chink of the necklace about her neck the only sound she made. From the high deck appeared a second pair of paws - Another pirate, effectively blocking off her means of escape. There was only one option left; Using one of the tumbled-over crates, the cream pup elevated herself, managed to bound once off the wood and sail, airborne, over the side of the boat.
SPLASH!
A wall of water closed over her head, and she was submerged in a land of beauty, of peace, where there was no sound but for the distant pulse of waves upon the shore. Puppy legs kicked frantically, and for a moment fear bloomed in her chest; She was too heavy, too heavy to swim. Body writhed as little lungs began to scream for air, the peace shattered by sharp explosions of bubbles from her maw and nose. Then, with a final twist, the heavy necklace was pulled over her head, and the little girl freed to the surface for greedy gulps of air. From there, it was only a matter of letting the waves carry her in to shore, constant paddling to keep dainty pink nose above the water. Somewhere below her, the necklace too was pulled in by the foam - Perhaps it would wash up on the beach.
Alaine felt sand beneath her toes, and suddenly could stand. Exhausted from the little battle with the water, the girl managed to scramble up to the beach, her hair dripping and sodden and her mind to confused to think of the little boy she'd left behind. There was only one thing to do now - She had to go back, back to where they'd first met, just like he'd told her to. Little ivory paws dragged over the sand, and her small body disappeared from sight into the bush.
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It was as he contemplated these things in the slow-witted manner of one thoroughly intoxicated by fine Russian vodka that the golden-hued canine once again darted from the shadowy underbelly of the ship, his very existence in such a place completely nonsensical and utterly ridiculous to the silver-furred werewolf at the moment. Where had he come from? And the other one! His bleary blue eyes widened in shock as the golden pup darted straight for him like a laser-eyed demon from hell, and Rurik cried out again in shock. "Aaaaah!" He jumped backwards, throwing his arms before his face instinctively—only Gabriel was far too short an opponent for this defensive tactic to be effective, of course, so the gesture was absolutely ornamental. The pup latched onto his tail this time, and Rurik yelped even more loudly, half-believing the pup was some ghostly domovoi he'd inadvertently angered.
"EBANASHKA!" the werewolf shouted. "Ahueyet, zhopa?!" the Russian demanded, the curses rolling off his tongue in the native language now. He darted for the upper decks, hopefully shaking the crazed golden pup off his leg in the process. Once more he shouted: "PUPPIES, you bunch of svolotch! PUPPIES ON BOARD," he shouted. The ship kept on sleeping as if they were deaf; it was no surprise—everyone had imbibed a great amount of liquor that night, happy they'd finally landed on good coast that seemed viable for a landing spot.
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There was a nothing but the heredity and the instinct of a fighter driving him now. Gabriel intended to hold off the pirate long enough to let Alaine get away. He was aware of her only in the distant part of his mind, which was focused now on the gray and white wolf whose scent and presence was overwhelming his senses. Vodka and heavy musk, things that made him think of his father even though they were different. He held on as long as he could, but his puppy teeth were not strong enough for him to hold on as the werewolf began shaking his body and running up to the upper decks.
As they reached sunlight, Gabriel’s jaws finally gave into the pressure that he could not hold, and he flew off. His small body tumbled through the air, and hit the wooden deck of the ship hard. It was slick with saltwater and he skidded far away from the staggering, drunk Russian, and now tried to push himself up. The abuse was unfamiliar, but he had play fought with his siblings before and knew he was no weakling. With a great effort, the tawny boy made it to his feet, and found that he was alone on deck. Alaine must have made it off, and knowing that his time was running short, Gabriel saw the werewolf blocking his way out and scrambled around the side of the boat. There had to be somewhere else to go! There! Another small pile of boxes (all containing empty bottles) was his new way out, which Gabriel scrambled to climb quickly. He made it to the top of the ship and feeling triumphant, let out a loud, laughing bark. That was, of course, what made him lose his balance on the rocking waves and fall off and into the water.
Almost instantly, panic hit. Gabriel had been warned since the day of his birth about the dangers of the ocean, and how it would take him and his siblings out to drown if they let it. Furiously, he kicked at the water, his brain taking over and forcing him to swim and swim as hard as he could. The waves were pushing him to shore, away from the ship, and he could just make out the screaming Russian over their crashing voices. Finally, the waves tossed him onto shore, and there Gabriel struggled to pull his tiny body out of the water and onto the sand. He was beyond exhausted, and panting heavily, but he needed to get away from here and make sure his friend was all right.
Coughing sea water out of his mouth, Gabriel began to move, and nearly tripped over something in the sand. As he looked down, he was amazed to find the shiny necklace that he had discovered not so long ago. Unwilling to leave the treasure behind after working so hard to find it, and now doubly worried that something had happened to Alaine, Gabriel picked the golden treasure up in his mouth and began running as quickly as he could (even though his muscles were burning battery acid and his lung felt like they were going to collapse) towards the forest. When he finally found her scent, relief washed over him.
When he finally spotted the collie girl, soaking wet and looking as bedraggled as he did, Gabriel actually sighed in relief and slowed his pace, dragging his feet and the necklace in his mouth with great effort. For everything that they had gone through, the two adventurers deserved to have proof of their deeds displayed for the world to see.
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ooc: sorry this took so long! also, sorry for the pp :| let me know if i need to change it.
The sun seemed not as high as it had where-upon she'd first met the 'yote boy.
Alaine pondered this now, and made a valiant attempt to ignore the little beads of water that trickled down into her pinky nose, made her sneeze and sniff. Occasionally, a small droplet would race down the line of her back, chased by a prickling of skin as the sensation made the girl girl wriggle uncomfortably. Thankfully the weather was rather mild, the air not yet cool enough to send those chills right down to her bones.
And so it was, as the sun drifted lazy golden rays to light the tawny, scraggly grass, the young collie girl wondered if she'd ever see that same hue light with fire, as she had in the eyes of Gabriel.
He'd told her to wait here, and so she was. But what if he was hurt? What if she'd just deserted him and the pirates - Lordy the pirates! All sorts of maniacal and fabricated horrors raced through the dainty pup's mind, and her shiver had nothing to do with being soaked to the skin. Weak, cowardly, useless little... She'd left him there, that's what she'd done. Deserted her leader, and he was probably right now being made to walk the plank into some shark-infested waters for the amusement and revenge of that great grey brute and his demon's tongue. Her floppy mocha ears drooped dejectedly towards the earth, the collie girl sank from her sitting position to a sphinx-stretch, emerald eyes still wide on the path that trailed back towards the ocean, back towards the perils and adventures.
Though perhaps time was short, it seemed impossibly long till she heard the paws on the path, and looked up to see the approaching boy.
" GABE!"
In his maw dangled their treasure, but her eyes were only for the way his sides heaved, for the search of fatal wounds and the reassurance of the life that was. Bounding to her feet (and inevitably casting a rainbow of droplets about her creamy form), the whelp scrambled forwards to tackle her exhausted companion to the dry earth. Pendant and caution forgotten in her excitement at seeing him whole, Alaine pinned the bone-tired boy beneath her meager weight and proceeded to gift him with another quick lick straight to the nose. Then, struck by the thoughts that had been spiraling through her head mere moments before, erect ears flopped back down and dripping tail sunk between hind legs. She hastily backed off of the boy, emerald eyes dropped to paws that scuffed absently in the dirt.
" Thank you for saving me..." The sweet mutter was barely audible as a descent of shame took over her buoyancy and brightness, " And I'm sorry I left you behind."
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Once this war plot settles down I think we need to have a thread. He won't recognize her because his memory sucks, but it would be awesome for her to figure out who he was. :]
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She came rushing towards him and all too suddenly, he was on his back in the dirt and she was licking his face AGAIN. Too tired to care, he only grunted in a high, puppy voice and then forced himself to sit up once she backed off. He spat the necklace out into the ground and, looking rather dejected, stared at her. Until, of course, she spoke and he heard how terrible she felt. Both of his large ears fell back and unsure of what to do, he suddenly stood up and pawed at the shiny object at his feet. “Don’t worry!” He barked, though his enthusiasm was not what it had been hours ago.
“I got away. I kicked that stupid pirates butt AND took his treasure, so there!” Proud of this fact, his chest swelled and his tail began wagging furiously. Knowing, though, that any further treasure had been left behind when the gray wolf had come storming into their keep, he nudged the necklace away from himself. “You take it, boys aren’t supposed to wear uh…shiny things.”
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ooc: yesssss :| that must happen. perhaps she could wander too far when looking for herbs, or perhaps Caillen wanders too far and bumps (rather luckily, all things considered), into Gabe o:
For a moment, she was at loss at to whether he even saw her. The boy's gaze was dull, and the flames that had leaped with energy seemed extinguished by the salt-water yonder. But after her meek tone Gabe's eyes rose to her own and an awkward pause was quickly filled with the scuffling of a pre-pubescent voice that tried, with admirable gusto, to ease the situation.
She would have loved him like that, as little girls were so want to give their hearts, but she settled instead for 'likealot'.
Round emerald orbs rose shamefully to the boy, his excited tone slowly amping up the low energy in her veins till they stirred again with youth and vigor. A soft dimpling smile eased over the collie-girl's features, made flammable by her companion's bravado and pride, till she herself had risen and stood just as pigeon-chested, her own tail a blur of soft hue in the warm mellow light. Happiness restored, Alaine beamed merrily at her co-conspirator, and considered pouncing him again for the fun of that hapless look on his face.
" Yeah, you did! That was real brave of you, Gabe. That pirate was a real wuss!"
Her soft voice swelled with chortle at the mental image of the grey male floundering, his glazed eyes bugging at the two explorers. She'd fabricate that memory with time till it became no more than a story she thought she remembered being told, once when she lived by a coyote pack and her Papa still knew a loving touch. No matter, for now it was real, and the princeling was real, and that great big golden thing between his paws was real.
When he nudged it towards her for not the first time that day, Alaine took a moment to watch the boy carefully. He'd gone to all that effort, too, just to take it like that... And, in spite of how pretty it was, and just how much she ITCHED for it, surely he might be able to make something of it. For a moment the girl danced between wants and morals, whilst her gaze darted with an air of pleading between the glittering embedded stones to the luminous sparks of his eyes. Then, with a huff that seemed to deflate her whole body, the young princess sat down heavily.
" N'aww, I'd better not. You worked so hard for this, E'splorer Gabe. Maybe your Mama would like it, or something... It's awful pretty."
A petty scowl crossed her features, which then made her flush with shame. The necklace really was beautiful, but there was no need for her to be greedy and accept gifts just because they were offered, especially when she'd done nothing to earn them. Papa used to say that hand-outs were for people who didn't have pride, and she sure had pride. The necklace had been a present from him the first time, but the second time, especially after ditching like that...
With a disappointed sigh, she scratched little circled into the dirt with her paw. If only she had something to trade him for it!
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