[aw: voyage plot] landlubber's relief

POSTED: Sun Jul 08, 2012 2:54 am

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<div class="txtooc"><p> <span class="word">(330)</span> Dated July 8th. A rowboat containing CdA members and trade goods is dispatched to the Northern Tides coast and makes a temporary camp. I will be on vacation after posting this, so anyone can feel free to actually write them landing the boat and beginning to move stuff; you can assume Levent is kissing/worshipping solid ground and helping in the background. x3</p></div>
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Levent and Wilson are by me!</p>
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Land came into sight, and Levent nearly leaped out of the rowboat and swam for it himself. Such a notion was suicidal, though; the boat bobbed in the waves, and due to his fear of deep water, he had never learned how to swim. All he could do was perch at the very front of the boat, leaning over to stare even as his scrawny arms worked to help row. The rhythm and the control over the vessel kept him from going insane, at least.</p><p>
This would only be the first trip to and from the grander ship. His heart sank at the thought of having to go back into the terrifying bay, but he knew he’d be needed to help calm the animals as they were transported across the water; his knowledge of livestock and his skill in low speech would make him a necessary assent.</p><p>
Right now, the boat was full with a few d’Artisans who’d help row and set up the camp in the northern area, roughly half the supplies and plants from their stock, and a few kittens. A couple crouched between Levent’s legs as he rowed; a sharp meow from the wolf discouraged from going on an adventure across the rowboat. One tiny black tom tried to perch on the side of the boat and look over the edge, but Wilson growled and reached over, gripping him by the scuff and putting him down. The white cat looked less than pleased with his job, and when the kitten tried to escape, he simply sat on him.</p><p>
<b>Almost there,</b> Levent suggested, more nervously making noise than to actually help the others’ morale. He followed this statement up with another quick but powerful (or with as much power as his scrawny body could produce) stroke of the oars, desperate to speed up the process. Come to think of it, the others might have to drag him kicking and screaming back on the rowboat to get the livestock.

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POSTED: Mon Jul 09, 2012 4:09 am

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<p>Dalgina couldn't hide her amusement at Levent's expression as they came towards shore. Trying to make it look like she wasn't giggling at him Dalgina drew up her knees, looking ahead at the land. This was the frightening part for her. Dalgina knew the members on the boat with her, knew how to stay out of the way and unnoticed. She was being asked to step out of this comfort zone on the trip though, to actually interact with members that she didn't know. Dalgina would rather stay on the boat.<p>

Reaching land Dalgina watched Levent hit the ground, practically embracing it. It was such a comical sight, she actually grabbed her sketch book and proceeded to draw it out, complete with the cat next to him. The cat in the picture was a lot fatter and sarcastic looking than the real one, but it was still pretty much the essence of the sight. Someone bumped behind her, alerting Dalgina to the fact that others wanted off. As quickly as she could Dalgina moved out of the way, embarrassed for holding up the unloading.</p>
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POSTED: Tue Jul 17, 2012 9:42 pm

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Levent and Wilson are by me!</p><p>
Levent was leaping out of the boat almost before it touched solid ground, falling immediately to his knees and praying fervently. His claws raked through the soil, his fingers tightening in the grass as if it were his lover’s hair, and he went as far as to press his face against the earth with a whimper. It was undoubtedly funny—and pathetically sad at the same time. He looked like a wolf that’d been lost at sea for years rather than on a trip for most of the day.
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After making sure the kittens were being handled, Wilson plopped down next to him and purred loudly in amusement. His ears flicked back when he saw the dark she-wolf sketching in their direction, but he was in too good spirits to snap at her about partaking in the fun. His tail kinked, and he licked Levent on the cheek before nudging him back to his feet.
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<b>Okay, come here, babies!</b> the wolf said, his voice still thick with emotion. He staggered toward the rowboat and was handed the kittens; Wilson did his part by grasping one by the scruff. They marched quickly over to where the camp would be; others were already unloading the few smallish crates they’d brought, as well as at least one tent. <b title="Guard the children, friend.">Çocuk koruyun, arkadaş,</b> he ordered Wilson, and flashed Dalgina a grin as he looked up at her.
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<B>Want to help with these boxes?</b> he asked, gesturing to the small crates of art supplies they’d brought. It would be something for her to do; she looked lost right now. <b>Just move them over there, and ask exactly where they need to go; I dunno, because I wasn’t paying attention.</b>
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Cheerily, Levent went stomping elsewhere.


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POSTED: Tue Jul 31, 2012 2:58 am

Dalgina placed her sketchbook back as Levent stood, moving over to the boat and carrying the kittens out. His voice was so husky, shaken up by what had happened. Still smiling she looked around, wondering what she could do to help. She wasn't the strongest wolf that had come along for the trip, but surely there was something small that she could do in order to help out. She wanted to help them after all, and standing there certainly wasn't doing the trick.

Happy to have something indicated she scooped up the small box. Tail wagging she looked around and followed after the others as they headed to the camp. It took her some time, but she found out where she was supposed to put them and happily placed them with the other supplies. Running back she grabbed another box. By the time she settled it down most of the boat was unpacked, and places were being set up to sleep. There was even a small fire going.

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