[html] 
494 words
Hemming had spent a lot of time trying to find a good place to launch a boat from. It couldn't be too wavy, like the open ocean, because the boat was small and even with Hemming in it the craft was too light and would be tossed around easily. On the other hand, he wasn't going to get anywhere that was completely still; the lakes, unfortunately, all seemed to be frozen. So, a day or two ago, on a long and very thorough expedition, the male had set out to find the best possible place from which to launch a boat. Along the coast was a small cove, where the land reached around a bit of the ocean like welcoming arms, and the water inside looked perfect. Open to the ocean at one end, it provided a few weak waves, just enough to see how the wooden boat would do under intermediate circumstances. The craftsman was still toying with various types of boats, taking inspiration from his imagination and the illustrations of humans. He had made this one out of reeds he had collected and splayed, placing them together in a boat shape and lashing them together with sinew. A few layers of reeds had gone down on each other, with a layer of a glue like substance, boiled from the tendons and skin of animals that AniWaya had caught and used, in between. The resin would make it a bit sturdier, and would allow Hemming to better analyze the benefits of various types of boats. This was the first one that he would test - the next, as he planned it, would be a canoe carved from an entire tree.
The trip down into the little cove was harder than he expected it would be. It seemed to be necessary to roam halfway out onto the rocks to gain access to a sand path that led inwards. Perhaps it was not the most difficult of voyages, but it certainly seemed hard for the wolf, especially with a boat on his head. He tried, many times, to carry it over his shoulder, a technique that got him about three steps before he stopped to put the boat back on his head. It was the easiest to carry it there in terms of weight distribution, but it was hard for him to maintain his balance on the rough terrain.
Struggling on nonetheless, he eventually made it to the lovely sandy beach and lowered the boat down onto sand that was damp but not wet. Shoulders sore from the trek, the wolf stretched his arms up and did a little stretchy dance before sighing and looking out across the relatively calm water. The boat sat welcoming, but Hemming needed just a moment to get himself together before he did something else potentially difficult. He was unexperienced and unskilled, and he wanted to have his mind and body in the right place when he did attempt it.
|
[/html]
[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... m/ss_t.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
504 SSWM
And here I was wondering where to put the thread for Gotham and you put up a thread, ahmg. Hahah.
The weather was far from gloriously sunny, though thankfully it was no nearer to screeching winds with biting sleet. It was cold, but by now the redheaded male from Cour des Miracles learned to bite his tongue and deal with it like an adult. He figured he could keep himself warm if he just kept on moving wherever his feet took him, and then try to backtrack home to sleep. Though, unfortunately, his room lacked a lovely fireplace since it was only a single bedroom. If only he had one; he'd sleep more comfortably at night with the heat rolling from a hole in the wall with fire burning hot. If only, if only.
If wishes were fishes, there would be no room in the seas.
Though, he figured, if he had something to take up the empty space, the heat could stay in the room more. Strel thought that perhaps wood could keep some of that warmth in the swirls and grain. The redhead ran a finger across a thick pine, then shuddering at the poke of the needles. A sigh escaped him, as he gazed to the sea and the cliffs baring view of the sandy shores. Something odd caught his eye; a moving... boat? He leaned out, watching the thing going down the slopes to the sea. Strel moved further and further out until he found himself staring at dead pine needles. He spat them out, dusting his legs of them. It hurt, but he managed to get them all out of his fur and pants.
'Now...what was that?' he pondered curiously, wondering what it was that just descended into the areas hidden from view. It was the matter of a mere few moments before he came to the edge of the long tumble down. Strel eyed it carefully, trying to keep his balance so close to death by falling as an idiot. Gazing down, he saw a figure with that strange object - a boat! The figure itself was mildly familiar, a memory of warmer days and of flowers of the sunshine.
The descent down was nothing short of terrifying. Heights, for some reason or another, frightened the two year old, going on three. He looked inwards, towards the part where path met rising wall. His hands were firmly against the side as well, to aid in his downward climb. How did that guy carry a boat down this way without falling? It was a dizzying thought, no matter how far off the ground he were. Sure, Strelein could climb about ten feet off the ground before he lost the will to climb further. He was such a coward sometimes.
"Hello there." Strel struggled for the name briefly, before it coming to the tip of the tongue, "Hemming! Hello!" Safe at last on sandy, rocky ground, the redhead grinned, feeling the shaking fear stop rattling his bones. The wind had dulled a bit, though the smell of the salty water had intensified. "Is that a boat I see?"
table by requiem[/html]
[html] -cackle- ;
325 words
After Hemming had just transitioned into planning a course of action, a friendly voice bellowed. The other was in the cove, too, and while the unnoticed appearance of someone else in a relatively enclosed space might usually be a little startling, this voice was familiar and, for some reason, reminded him of the sun's warmth. This was a rather random, odd characteristic to attach to someone, Hemming thought, but as soon as the other spoke his name the gray wolf remembered when they had met. Whatever slight confusion that Hemming was feeling disappeared and made room for cheerfulness, and against the cold air he turned and raised a hand. "Strelein, hi!" he called, laughing slightly. The other looked slightly unsettled, but it seemed to fade away quickly. While the trek in was worth shaking about, the little enclave was calm and soothing.
While the contraption was distinctly boat-shaped, Hemming felt a happiness within him when the other male identified it correctly. "Oh, you can tell?" he said jokingly, raising his eyebrows sheepishly. "I was about to test it out, but I'm afraid I've never really been in a boat before." He stared at the thing for a moment with slight apprehension. At least the water seemed fairly safe, and if he were to fall out or if the boat fell apart, no major harm would come of it. In fact, as Hemming considered it further, the entertaining qualities of testing a boat out started to outweigh the scary ones. With a grin starting to cross his maw, he said, "I think it could hold two.. Do you want to come?"
The water was likely cold and unpleasant, but the sun on the sandy beach seemed bright enough to dry them off and warm them if need be. Anyway, that was a worse-case scenario. Hemming didn't intend to fall out out.
|
[/html]
[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... m/ss_t.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 431 SSWM
evil laughter? oh noes?
Sand, strangely warmer than he would have thought, spread out underneath his pads as the redhead approached the AniWaya male at a leisurely pace. Strel was having the strangest luck finding people at chance on one of his strolls. It was odd, as though there were so many Luperci in the 'Souls area. He was just thankfully they had all been friendly enough. What would he do if they had been hostile? He would have ended up as some beast's newest doormat or wall accessory, or maybe even a servant in a more S&M situation. Now that would have sucked something fierce.
The boat that Hemming had brought down, somehow, seemed kind of weird. It was not like the vessels the redhead had seen in the docks and the marina. There had been many hallowed out shells of long broken crafts that would not sail across a body of water again. Some had been made of wood, some had been metal and ended up rusting where they lay, and others still sank at their mooring lines, ever connected to some buoy or rotting wooden spike. He had even seen boats refurbished by the new dominant species of the continent, freshly painted and properly equipped. But he had never seen one that had been made to look like this thing had.
Strel ran a hand over the edge closest to him, wondering if it was at all sturdy. "I figured it was too small to be the roof for an obscenely tiny hut, and a bit too bizarre to be a feeding trough for some form of livestock." He cocked his head at the boat, hand on his chin. "Maybe it could be some kind of planter for the spring?" It would certainly make a very good conversational piece at a garden party. Maybe stick a funny little gnome in there among some kind of flower. Maybe daisies. Or maybe some daffodils. Not that Strel knew much about those plants other than their names; his green thumb was more like a brown thumb; anything he grew was pretty much guaranteed to die soon after.
Then, sending a nervous look first to the boat, then to the water lightly lapping at the sand, the redhead grimaced. "Are...you sure?" He tapped the craft's surface lightly, glad that he had not been able to crash his fist through the material. "As long as we don't end up drowning...I guess." The redhead sent a fierce look at Hemming, pointing a finger at him. "If we drown, I'm going to haunt your spirit forever."
Sexy table by Requiem
[/html]
[html] um. perhaps?! :o
357 words
The shape of Nova Scotia allowed for many places from which one could launch a boat, and the humans had made good use of that fact. Despite the many boats and ships they had left lying around, the thought of patching them up hadn't crossed Hemming's mind. He was more of a creator than a repurposer, though perhaps a more practical reason for his choices was the difficulty involved in transporting an old boat from one of the old fishing towns to AniWaya. The boat he had constructed was lighter, but the layers of sinew gave it extra support and kept it water tight. Maybe, when he got more ambitious, he would try to fix up an old boat. The feel of wood in his hands and the patience and planning it took to build something from scratch was pleasing enough to keep him completely happy for now, and actually taking the product out on the water was more to evaluate his skill in constructing it than to enjoy riding along the waves.
The gray wolf laughed at the other's suggestions, also adopting a thoughtful pose. The structure could be filled with dirt and flowers, and Hemming nodded and said, "Hm, yes, I suppose!" Perhaps this would be a good second plan if it failed to be a successful boat. There were a few things that it could be made into - add a couple handles and a wheel and it would be a wheelbarrow, add four wheels and a horse and it could be a small carriage! Hemming grinned as he pictured it in these different roles.
Laughing again at Strel's next few statements, Hemming responded, "Well, then I hope for both our sakes that you can swim." With a wink, he began to push the boat slightly closer to the water. In the presence of the other's nervousness, Hemming's own seemed to fade away, and he was feeling less frightened than ever. Of course, he didn't want to force his companion into anything, and he added cheerfully over his shoulder as he continued to push, "You don't have to come if you don't want to!"
|
[/html]
[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... m/ss_t.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 394 SSWM
/shakes in boots
The boat, or the thing that Hemming claimed was a boat, was pushed more towards the water. The redhead thought for a moment, a rather short one really, and moved to help push it with the AniWaya male. He snorted at the other's statement. As though Strelein would not want to go. Of course he did! Why would he want to be left alone here at the bottom of the cliff? If the craft were truly sea worthy, they could find an easier route to return to land. Those cliffs were not something that the redhead really wanted to face again, though climbing back up them to the top might be an easier task than going down to the beach and surf. Even now the lure of the water route was strong, simply to be on the churning sea.
Strelein had never truly been on the ocean in a boat, though he had floated out onto the lake in Michigan on a rather large wooden thing that had been stranded on the gray shore. It had once been the side of a building most like, the majority of the paint chipped and beneath the weak waves of the murky waters. By the time he had gone out about twenty feet, the raft had capsized and dropped a much smaller Strel into the water, sputtering. That had been before his main was bright red and before he had realized he did not belong in his birth pack. Even this outing onto the calm - or calm for the season - waves of the salty ocean felt more natural than being landlocked far from the sea.
"Now, if I don't come, who's going to haunt you when they drown?" he joked, wondering if they had gone as far as safely possible to assure the buoyancy of the craft. "Besides, you did say there was room for two. Too late for you to back down now," he added, snickering as he searched about for a moment. Strel paused before cocking his head at Hemming in question. It was most likely his own lack of highly perceptive skills that most likely made him miss something rather important. "Uhm, Hemming? Are there oars, paddles, or are we just going to be at the mercy of the waves crashing at us? I'm pretty sure we might have trouble without 'em."
Sexy table by Requiem
[/html]
[html] awh, no be scared!
326 words
Hemming was glad to have a companion to join him on the maiden voyage of the small craft, and appreciated the bit of help in pushing it towards the water. He had pushed it into the slow part of the river that ran through AniWaya, just to make sure it would float, but he wasn't sure how much weight it would carry. Perhaps inviting Strelein hadn't been the brightest idea, but the bottom of the boat was wide and waterproof, and seemed to be quite buoyant. Either way, he supposed they would figure it out soon enough. The way the boat sounded and balanced when one of them or both of them were in it would be a good early warning system. Besides a bit of healthy doubt, he had confidence in the water-worthiness of the boat, and grinned in anticipation of the adventures they would have.
For just a moment, the unshakeable smile on his face faded just a wee bit. The other had brought up a problem that Hemming hadn't even thought about. It did seem to him that something was missing, but he passed it off under the assumption that it was merely his own skill that he thought was absent, manifesting itself as something forgotten. But, the little nagging feeling had been right, and the wolf had in fact forgotten any sort of propulsion device. He wasn't sure what he thought he would do once out on the water, but he had a vision of himself using his hands to push himself, rather inefficiently, through the water. He squinted a little at Strelein, as if he was thinking really hard and mentally kicking himself at the same time, before squeezing out a harried but hopeful, "Do ya think our hands'd work?" Perhaps it was a stretch, but with four big hands working together they might just be able to move themselves through the water as easily as if they were using paddles.
|
[/html]
[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... m/ss_t.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 423 SSWM
/not be scared
Strelein looked at his hands and spread out his fingers to try to maximize the surface area. It seemed entirely possible to paddle out and back safely with just their hands. Shrugging, the redhead looked out at the ocean, hoping it wasn't too cold out there. "We can give it a try. Even if we can't paddle back in, the tide will probably bring us in by tomorrow," he grinned, chuckling. Truthfully, he really did not want to be stuck out on the ocean in a small boat with Hemming through the night. It was not an insult to the other male, quite the opposite really. Strelein did not want to bother the newer friend of his so soon in the relationship. He'd get so sick of the redhead's whining early in the morning that there would be no question of ever seeing the other again. That or they would both be stupidly cranky from the lack of sleep; there just did not seem to be any good way to fall asleep with two people in that craft.
Shaking his head, the bright male mentally hit himself for his inward stupidity. Of course they would never spend the night in the thing on the sea. They would just fall out of the thing and swim their way to shore with the vessel in tow behind him. Cold it would be, but they would be able to get home before the night came upon them. Chances were that they would be back on the sandy beach within the hour or two, long enough for them to dry before the cold began to descend on the territory let alone before the darkness came. "We should be fine. We'll just swim worst case scenario, so no worries, Hemming." Strelein kept his hands on the edge of the boat until he himself was satisfied it was in deep enough water to push off from. Of course he was not completely sure what would be enough, having never really been in a boat. Wow, he just felt like such a recluse thinking that.
"Let's try it out." He lifted a leg off the sandy rocky mix beneath his paws to shake it in the clear water. Then he shook it above the water before lightly resting it inside the boat. Strel was going to hold the boat in place before Hemming got in so they would not idle, struggling to push off from inside the vessel. "Get in and I'll push," he clarified, grinning at the AniWaya male.
Sexy table by Requiem
[/html]
[html] sorry i'm slow @___o
360 words
It had been a beginner's mistake, to forget to bring paddles. Hell, he hadn't even made them or given them a moment of thought. Once he had finished the boat he was too eager to test it out on the water, and though the pictures he had peered at in books did display paddles, he hadn't given them a second look after he put them down to get working. Strelein was right, anyway; the ocean would take them back to the shore if it needed to, like the body pushed out a splinter. He nodded at the red-headed male, too excited to make a comment about the state they might be in as they were pushed back to shore the next morning. Hemming didn't think the lack of paddles would get them into trouble, though. If their hands were completely inefficient they just wouldn't go out as far and wouldn't have that far to return. The only real danger, in his mind, was if a rogue wave swept them out to sea. But, because he had been so careful in selecting a safe and calm launch point, this was highly unlikely. He was confident, even though he was a poor swimmer.
Once the boat was, thankfully, floating upon the water, Hemming took the other's cue with a smile. After lifting a foot out of the ocean, the AniWayan shook the water off before placing his foot in the boat. Gingerly, he lifted the other foot out of the water, supporting himself by holding the sides of the craft, and placed it in the boat, as well. It lowered slightly in the water and gave a bit of a creak, but seemed to be fine. After shuffling around a little, the wolf sat down at the front, hoping there was more than enough room for his friend to get in.
The sun sparkled off the water as Hemming looked forward, letting his forearms rest on the rim of the boat and dangling his fingers in the water. Turning his head over his shoulder to make sure that Strelein was getting in fine, he grinned and waited for their adventure to begin.
|
[/html]
[html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... ands-2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 346
totally fine :o
The boat bobbed in the low water, making muffled sounds of scraping against the sandy bottom. Strelein pushed the boat forward a bit, hoping to get it into slightly deeper water while Hemming was inside of the vessel already. Only a foot or so forward did the boat bob freely, clearly not touching the bottom at all. The redhead put some weight in it and was satisfied that it did not repeat its first action. He pulled his other foot inside as he practically fell inside. Panic set in for a moment, thinking he was going to overturn them already. He had shut his eyes but now opened them, arm muscles straining as they grasped the edges of the craft. Sighing, he noticed they were drifting slightly now that nothing was anchoring them still.
"Well it clearly can support two people," he said, trying to sound very scientific and observant. "I think I have more appreciation for this thing and its maker." Strelein sounded quite relieved, and he was. If the thing had tipped over or the bottom had broken or cracked, then it would have been his own added weight that had done it, ergo it would have been his fault. Being blamed for breaking a boat would certainly not make his day. In fact, he would be beyond guilty and probably lock himself in his room for a while like some hormonal girl.
Strel slipped his hands into the chilly water, noting how he was slowly losing feeling in his digits. Well that was going to be unpleasant when it came time for them to get out of the boat again later. How hard was it getting out of anything when his hands could not feel whatever it was they were touching? He thought it was probably hard, or at least comical to the other person. "Lets try your suggestion, Hem." He flattened out his hand and tried to push the boat forward, muscles tightening with the motion. He should do this more often and get real buff. That would be something to see.
[/html]
[html]
-rolls around in her pretty table-
416 words
Hemming's eyes lifted to the sky as he heard and felt his friend getting into the boat behind him. Mentally he was crossing his fingers and asking the god of beginner boat makers to have mercy on him. If the other's foot went through the bottom of the boat it would likely scrape his leg up awful bad, and if the boat were to simply crack in half he would likely lose his balance from the precarious position that was half in a boat and half out. Oh, the craftsman would feel so guilty with the pain that he had caused, embarassment for having created such a faulty craft, and shame for having invited his friend into it without first having tested it himself! But, fortunately, either his skills were sound or his prayers had been answered, and Strelein made it safely into the boat. Hemming grinned wider than usual, nodding and laughing at the other's statements. "Perhaps you should reserve judgement until we make it back to shore!" With a smirk, he looked over his shoulder briefly before leaning slightly forward so that his hands were submerged in the water. He hadn't thought that there might be creatures below that were hungry for the flesh off of his skinny fingers, but there was certainly no time for such worries! The vast ocean was before them, and the boat was floating. Next time he would bring paddles.
It was quite fortunate that his friend was willing to try the hand propulsion method. Other wolves might think that was silly, but, without silliness what a drab world it would be! If they could move this boat with their hands they would be able to move it with paddles, too, so this could be considered the ultimate test. Almost giddy with excitement, Hemming replied, "Yes, let's go!" and started moving his arms in long motions. He could feel the muscles along his shoulders stretching and straining to do their jobs, and he knew that they would be hurting the next day. For now, though, there was too much excitement to even notice the pain or realize that it would be coming. The boat was moving steadily and smoothly across the water, and the two wolves were picking up speed at a considerable pace. With each concerted push the water sped by beneath them. It was much faster than Hemming had expected, though admittedly he didn't expect them to move much at all, and he let out a "Woohoo!"
|
Gen made this! ♥[/html]
[html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... ands-2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 373
psh, who made that butt ugly thing? <3
Somehow their form of propulsion had worked, despite the redhead's initial doubts. The smile on his face grew, showing teeth as he whooped out behind Hemming. The boat rocked a bit as he shot up his hand in success, spraying the back of the AniWaya male with a bit of salty drops. He did not apologize, for he had shut his eyes the moment he had done that. Slipping his hand back into the finger numbing water, he tried to keep time with Hemming so that their 'paddles' would be opposite each other. For example, if Strelein's was in the water pushing, the other male's would be between leaving the water and entering. He hoped they could get a steady movement, so that they could look more profession to any unlikely viewers watching the funny show, rather than a jerking motion every few moments.
"It works, Hemming, it works!" he cheered, laughing all the while. Strel forgot the numbness and the fear of the water beneath him. It was safe in the boat, and that reassured him so much. He'd be damned if he managed to drown now, with something so very well keeping the two of them above the surface of the water. "How'd you do this, Hemming, you genius, you?" he praised loudly, splashing a bit more behind his friend. Strelein felt proud to be aboard this craft on its maiden voyage, as strange as the thing was. It was so small that it was hard to call this it's first trip since normally one would associate a maiden voyage with a much grander ship, like a fishing craft or a luxury liner, though the latter did not really exist anymore. Some lost technology needed to be brought back. To sail the seas in comfort. Ah, now that sounded lovely.
Gulping slightly as he looked back at the land, Strel tapped Hemming on the shoulder, jabbing a thumb behind him. "Uhm, Hem? Just how far did you plan on going? Because I think we may be straying a bit far." Somehow the little boat got them out in that distance from the beach. Thankfully the tide was still weak where they were. Strel prayed to the gods they remained as lucky.
[/html]
[html]
Fine, I won't use it! >| Kidding, at school and if I turn the internet on for too long my computer will die! I'll make this pretty when I get home woo
392 words
It was absolutely remarkable how effective this method was, considering that paddles were so widely used. Then again, they were in particularly calm water and it was relatively warm out. Using one's hands would be painful in the cold, especialy if one was travelling down a rocky river or exposed to the raw ocean. In this case, however, everything seemed well, and the two wolves coasted along at a splendid speed. So splendid, in fact, that Hemming lost track of how much water they had sped over, lost any sense of how far it was safe to go, and also, didn't care much. To Strelein's praise he only giggled, whooping again and laughing.
It was only when his friend voiced concern that he realized that perhaps some concern was warranted. If they escaped the curving arms of the land they would be out on the rough sea, and though they were speedy now his arms were getting tired quickly. He didn't want to be stuck out at sea in a boat just because his arms were tired. It was fortunate that Strelein was there to keep tabs on their well-being, because otherwise the boat maker might have spent the night floating through the sea. On one hand, that would likely be rather lovely, with the stars dotting the dark sky, but Hemming didn't want his first boat trip to span more than one day (or end in tragedy).
He stopped his paddling as he twisted his torso to look at the wolf and the water behind them. They had gone much further than Hemming would have guessed, and the shore where they had gotten in seemed to be tiny. Truth be told, the wolf didn't have a plan at all, and frankly he was a little surprised that the boat had survived thus far. He had become a little giddy and confident with their success, and rather than expressing much concern, he suggested chipperly, "I agree. Let's go that way! See how this puppy turns." With a grin he went back to paddling, using a single hand to help rotate the boat while pointing with his other hand to indicate the direction, towards the rocky arms that slowly sunk down into the sea. Perhaps they could get to a nice path rather than having to carry the boat across the rocks again.
|
Gen made this! ♥[/html]
[html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... ands-2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 384
oh look, you made it pretty.
Where would they be had Strelein von Rosnete not had the good sense to peek over his shoulder to see if they had made any leeway? Probably still going until their arms grew so tired they had to stop. And where would they be then? Probably so far from shore that all they would see is a gray smudge that grew fainter as the swell and currents dragged them off to the arctic to meet some hungry seals. That would be a lovely vacation. From cold, to colder, to freezing. That was exactly the kind of fun adventure the redhead had always wanted. Not. Besides, they would probably be eaten by some huge whale before that even could have happened. Or they'd succumb to cannibalism and eat each others eyeballs out. It seemed like his mind was taking him to very dramatically gory and depressing places. And yet he did not really think much of it. Perhaps that was what happened when he came in contact with so much open water. There was a lot of it, come to think of it.
As Hemming started to point and turn, Strelein froze. He slowly peered over the edge of the boat to see that he no longer could see the grainy, rocky sea bottom, nor did he know exactly where that stopped being visible. That meant it was deep enough for the water to block the already weaker sunlight from filtering down into the depths. A flickering movement beneath the water caught the redhead's eye as he watched the waves move towards the beach, getting smaller and smaller as they moved out because of the isolation of the secluded little cove area, protected by cliffs as it was. The AniWaya male kept pointing in the point's direction, probably figuring they could attempt to find a significantly easier route back up. Strel certainly hoped, since he would not be responsible for carrying that thing up the cliff with arms tired and sore.
"I hope we aren't eaten," grumbled the redhead male, helping the boat to turn towards the point. He really hoped there was a way back up, otherwise, they would be forced to make it back to the beach to get back home that day. "Do you figure there would be a path there, Hem?"
[/html]
[html]
;___; surries
307 words
On a rather shallow level, Hemming likely wouldn't have opposed the prospect of a trip to the arctic. He had heard of the things that lived up there, seals and bears as white as snow! It would be a wonderful expedition, filled with the thrill of new sights and sounds and, perhaps a little less welcome, the nippy cold of the north. Hemming could knit them sweaters though, and hats and mitts to keep them warm, and his friend could likely sew them something to trap that heat in. With many layers, they would be fine! However, it was the trip that was troublesome. This little boat surely wouldn't get them all the way there, and if it did it probably wouldn't get them back again. He wondered if it would be possible for him to construct a boat that would get that far, and wondered what it would entail. A lot of time, perhaps even more than a life time. For now, he could dream.
The gray wolf was not all that adept at noticing and understanding the expressions and emotions of others. So as Strelein stared into the inky water, the male had no clue that it was fear running through his head. And what a horrible time for fear it was! The wind was in their fur as they drifted about on the stretch of water, the waves rocked them gently as if they were in a cradle, and the weather - oh! it was perfect. Fear was relegated to the very depths of Hemming's mind, likely a foolhardy condition, and he took the other's apprehension as something as a joke. With a laugh, he replied, "Oh, we've only the sea monster to worry about!" He grinned openly as they turned the boat, heading it towards the rocks, "I hope so, but we'll see!"
|
Gen made this! ♥[/html]
[html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... ands-2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 378
please note, I am retarded. >< Also, I need to stop making Strel sound so emopants.
Sea monster? The redhead swallowed hard as he looked at the other male with a look of nervousness on his face. A laugh matching his look escaped his maw, even though he knew that Hemming was completely joking about the potential monster beneath the boat. "Does he have tentacles? Sucky ones? That will rip our faces off? Or is it a giant squid thing?" On the water, Strel's entire arsenal of rationality was washed away with each passing wave before he was a blob of almost incoherent fear. Thankfully, he was not alone, so that ebb was slow in coming, and it was held back much better. There was just something about the ocean that frightened him so much. He did not understand it nor did he want to know what caused his mind to simply lose it in this kind of situation. Strel wondered if he would be terrified of flying if he were a human, afraid to travel anywhere by anything other than a metal contraption with wheels that would rust after being exposed to simply too much rain. The thought of flight exhilerated the male, but he would still be too far away from the solid ground. Imagining falling from a height suited only for birds was not a pleasant way to pass the time out on a boat. "Oh that would not do. I would rather die to the abominable snowman. Or a yeti."
By now the mindless paddling was beginning to get to the redhead. This was fun and all, but it needed to end so that Strel could pretend he had kept his happy brave face on the whole time instead of starting to yell uncle in the middle of the adventure. "So what are you planning on doing next, Hemming?" he asked, trying to keep his mind distracted from the thoughts of drowning with stringy tentacles wrapped around his limbs. Strel had to think bright! Colorful! Living! But that was so damn hard when encountering a fear. "Maybe a bigger boat? And paddles?" he inquired further. Strength suddenly filtered into his arms as he saw the land approaching, getting bigger in his few. Paddling harder, he tried his best to get them both to the dry land as fast as possible.
[/html]
[html]
so very sorry :/
"Hmmm." Hemming's eyebrows furrowed a little as he tried to imagine what the sea monster would look like. He didn't pick up on the nervousness in Strelein's laugh, and could barely see his face. "I imagine she'd have tentacles and sucky things. Seems to be a typical sea monster thing. Probably big teeth too." The wolf imagined the sea monsters of lore, the giant octopuses and the serpent like creatures, printed like fuzzy daguerreotypes in old cloth-bound human books. He was, at the moment, much too thrilled to actually worry about anything, no matter the potential risk it might pose. As they slipped across the top of the water, he grinned and pondered. Strel expounded ways he'd rather die, and Hemming found himself disagreeing. "But oh! You'd be so cold in the places where a yeti could get you." He craned his neck around to cast a smile at his friend. "I'd rather be warm, myself. But not burning, I suppose. I can't think of any mythical creatures that live in warm places. How unfortunate."
They were getting close to the rocks now, and Hemming started to decrease the force with which he fluttered his hands in the water. Strel seemed to pick it up, and Hemming didn't want to add to that. He didn't want to hit them too fast, after all, lest they split the boat in two and fall onto the rocks beneath. "I think paddles might be a good start!" he replied jovially, shaking the water out of his hands as they got closer to the rocks. "Land ho!" he cried, feeling, for a moment, as if he had wanted to say that his entire life. At last, he had a chance to.
|
Gen made this! ♥[/html]
[html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... ands-2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Mind if we close this up soon, since I feel like I'm repeating myself aka making Strel very ooc? xP
Strel snorted at the AniWaya male's cry, rolling his eyes as his paddling weakened, arms almost like jelly after all that. Paddles were not a good idea. They were the only idea that could possibly be as important as making sure a boat is ready for the sea. Which was so not the case here, grumbled the male to himself, wondering if he would ever regain feeling in his digits or if he would now have to use his teeth to sew since hands made of ice did not really help holding a needle. The next time that the redhead saw Hemming prepping a boat, it was going to be paddle or no dice. And then a precautionary driftwood board to the head to speed up the sore pain that would come after waking up.
"Captain, I don't really think you get to say that..," said the Chevalier gently, although he was tempted to push Hemming over into the sea for not making paddles. The only reason he did not was because the water was freezing and friends do not push friends into deathly chilly oceans. Friends do not freeze friends with such egregious actions. At least it would be a rather hard to forget lesson after getting fished out with a terrible head cold. "I am so very tempted to strangle you, m'dear Hemming," he said nonchalantly, since his real feelings towards this outweighed his annoyed ones. It was an adventure, cold as it was it was still an adventure worth having had.
[/html]
|
