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.45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« on: July 06, 2015, 12:49:02 PM »
[[ please allow everyone from the tortuga group to post before starting a new round, tyvm. someone in charge would be lovely.
Tortuga's group: Arma, Gerar, Vashe, Tyche ]]



The Captain did not stroll, she did not wander nor did she allow any guard to wallow.

She walked with a purpose and a gang at her back, her shoulders rolling with each step as she descended the Tortugan slopes and made her way to a land she had always known existed, but never bothered to stop by and say hello. Her body language screamed a solemn, stern leader, fixated on a plan but not above a little improvisation because she knew, she knew no one could eff with her. It was that sort of confidence Rita had sought her entire life, and with an army in the hundred's to back her up, there was nothing stopping her from doing what she wanted.

At least, not while she kept the masses happy.
And they always seemed to enjoy a little vacation time. With a softened glance back to Arma, her Coxswain daughter, she turned to face the thick forests ahead of her. Somewhere in that dark abyss of trees and vegetation lurked rumors of an all-but ancient kingdom, riddled with conquest and division, but Rita knew that potential always lay in the rubble of dismay. A cold smirk on her maw, her trinkets clanking about against her formidable form as she paused alongside some scent markers. Cocking an eyebrow up, she clicked her tongue and turned to Arma, "Let's take bets on how long it takes..." She let out a chuckle, amused with the possibility of turning all this into a game.

After all, if she went home empty-handed there was certainly no loss for Tortuga. This was a generous extension of potential friendship with a stranger. Golden eyes flashed over to Gerar, Vashe and Tyche, "Any takers?" Her charisma failed to dwindle as the years pressed on.

Plus it might help spread the message to this Alteron that their pirate visitors were quite comfortable where they were, with who they were.

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enter the cold, ruthless queen
conquering the abyss of her endless domain,
only her dancing shadows for company.
the blood of others on one shoulder,
the prosperity of countless more on another,
the strides forward with justified vanity.

the flicker of flames speak her tongue,
becoming one with her, one true entity.
the raging wildfires of her fury blaze forth,
seemingly aimless but carefully calculated,
condemning the damned.

the queen of the dishonorable,
captain of the heartless,
uniter of the dissimilar.
 

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Re: .45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« Reply #1 on: July 06, 2015, 02:26:39 PM »
A pirate was only as good as his captain and in the case of Rita, this band of pirates was unstoppable. Vashe had been thrilled to be chosen to attend Captain Rita to another land for a possible alliance. The night before he had packed his saddle bags with various herbs, webs, feathers, stones, and some...spirits. What kind of pirate didn't have drink available if there was a chance to thirst for it? There was still plenty of room left in the bag for anything interesting he might take back to Brielle for use in her crafting. That is, if Rita didn't want the object more.

Down the slope the group talked, Vashe behind and to the right of Rita. Even with his pack he was surefooted on the slope and walked with the same air of silent confidence the Captain led with. If one of them was a week link, it wouldn't be Vashe. He was too stubborn for that and disappointing Rita would be devastating.

It was sort of interesting though...when he was a pup he had followed the Captain just like this to some other land. Now he was an adult, proud and loyal to the same Captain. The group was quieter now then the gaggle of pups that she had taken when he was little. There wasn't any mud either.

 
"Let's take bets on how long it takes..." Rita said to Arma as they came to a stop. Vashe pulled up beside her, but not too close. He watched her intently, a smirk on his face. A game then huh? Vashe liked games but it was just another instance where their leader showed her nature. She was as unpredictable as a a sea storm and perhaps that was one of the reasons Vashe had always found her more beautiful that most of the females of the pack.

"Any takers?"

Hey eyes passed over him and he smiled. A part of him wanted to bet a kiss but he might loose his nuts to that bet so he shrugged and said, "Whaddya wanna bet Captain?" He would let her decide the terms, half out of lack of knowing what she'd want, and half out of interest of WHAT she would want. He sat down, interested now more in the game than in the alliance itself. What would these Alteron wolves think of the pirates, tattooed and decorated, taking bets on their borders? Now that sounded fun.

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Re: .45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« Reply #2 on: July 06, 2015, 04:07:55 PM »
[[ ps people from alteron can post. i'd just rather have all of the tortugans here before we start a new round. ]]
« Last Edit: July 06, 2015, 04:08:03 PM by Rita »
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enter the cold, ruthless queen
conquering the abyss of her endless domain,
only her dancing shadows for company.
the blood of others on one shoulder,
the prosperity of countless more on another,
the strides forward with justified vanity.

the flicker of flames speak her tongue,
becoming one with her, one true entity.
the raging wildfires of her fury blaze forth,
seemingly aimless but carefully calculated,
condemning the damned.

the queen of the dishonorable,
captain of the heartless,
uniter of the dissimilar.
 

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Re: .45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« Reply #3 on: July 09, 2015, 08:16:53 PM »
The Sailor had been more than honored to have been chosen to attend the Captain on the venture out of the packlands. While her siblings and age mates had gone off on their Voyage, she had been left home and sick. It was a mark on her pride to have missed out on an opportunity to prove her worth to herself, but this trip offered her yet another chance to see the lands beyond the cliffs of Tortuga. She kept up with the older members of the expedition, and kept her usual self assured attitude visible in her posture. The purple female's long tail had flowed behind her, white eyes taking in the sights without appearing to be overwhelmingly impressed by them.

She didn't want to look like a child in front of those who might greet them at the borders of the pack. Normally, she didn't care what others thought of her, but in front of her father AND the Captain, on a mission to potentially make alliances...there was no way the purple pelted girl was going to embarrass herself or anyone else.

Tyche strode forward, and settled in behind Vashe and Rita, listening attentively as the Captain spoke, her eyes dancing as she realized Rita was in a seemingly good mood, addressing her daughter and then the rest of them, proposing a game to while away the time they were waiting here. "Let's take bets on how long it takes...Any takers?"

"Whaddya wanna bet Captain?"

The youngest member of the group looked at the quiet, decaying forest and tilted her head thoughtfully, her long tail a banner swaying behind her. "I'm in, Captain, though I'm afraid I've only my services to offer." She knew her chances of winning a bet with the more seasoned members were slim, but really, what else was she using her time on? In any case, she waited for their Captain to finish fleshing out the  terms before she went all in. After all, it was a dumb pirate who bet without knowing the terms.

White eyes flicked from each of them, a half smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she thought. So far, no one seemed to even be approaching, but she decided that it shouldn't take too long, unless those within the dark forest were in the same state of decay as their home. They'd just have to wait and see what the dark shadows brought them.


Chase a couple hearts
We could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter
Make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said
Cause it isn't over yet
Just remember what I said
Cause it isn't over yet

Say you have a little faith in me
Just close your eyes and let me lead
Follow me home

Need to have a little trust in me
Just close your eyes and let me lead
Follow me home
To where the lonely ones roam.

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Re: .45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« Reply #4 on: July 11, 2015, 08:34:46 PM »
Another day of drudgery it seemed for the outrider who was quite tempted by the idea of staying at home. However, to wallow in their little hole would not do any good at all, and it was unlikely that such behavior would allow them to flourish again. So the navy and tan woman stepped forward into the strengthening sunlight and made their way to the borders, their step easy and sure, the mask pulled down over their face with nothing more than a moment's effort. Well, more than that, but it seemed to be effortless to the world outside, switching from one guise to the next out of pure necessity, rather than anything else.

Shutting down had been something of a skill she'd learned in recent times, and while the old cloak of confidence was dusty, it was easy enough to adorn herself with once again. Buck's green eyes simply searched the forest ahead of them, ears pricked up on their head to avoid missing the slightest of sounds that echoed amongst the trees. And good thing too, as the slight clinking of metal on metal, a foreign sound like nothing that Buck had ever heard echoed through forest, muffled by the burst of wind that ripped between the tree.

It set Buck's fur on end as they stood straight to see what the ruckus was, unsure of if they wanted to answer it alone or wait for someone else. The outrider shook their head viciously then, snarling at themselves in anger. The Buck of a few months ago would have strode into the space on the border where these strangers were and met them with confidence and sarcasm, deflecting their attitudes with her own and putting them squarely in their place. And there was no reason why today had to be different from that.

The woman drew up the cloak of confidence and tied it securely around her neck with her mind before making a beeline for border where the sound had come from, just managing to catch some silliness about bets. It was insulting and Buck had to fight to keep her face from contorting in disgust at the entitled nature of these visitors. Taking a moment to compose herself before stepping into the open, Buck greeted the visitors with a cocky smirk on her face, tail held high while she sat down on Alteron's side of the border. She was showing off how confident she was in the kingdom of Alteron, that she had nothing to worry, not even with five unfamiliar wolves at her door.

"What would you happen to be betting on, surely the fate of your adventure would be something that is up in the air." Buck said it with all the politeness of a courtly lady, but beneath it lay the threat that any funny business and she'd have the people of Alteron down on their heads. It was not so overtly stated as to be obvious however. She could very well have been talking about whether they would get the help which they sought here. "What is the purpose of your being here, such a mismatched band as you are. You're not a family group, though you smell of the same land. Just a group of rouges or something much, ah, grander in scale?"

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Re: .45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« Reply #5 on: July 12, 2015, 09:27:05 PM »
Voices on the border…

They carried with them a sense of joviality that Azuhel found alien and unnatural. Such happiness, such cheer and self-confidence, seemed out of place in a realm of suffering and overall petty pleasures. It was enough to inspire curiosity in the dragon, whose general demeanor was always pleasant first and foremost—

Destructive last.

With steady paws she drew forward, watching from the corner of her only working eye as Buck streaked past the greet them with all the pleasantries of a well-trained noble. Good girl.

They must always be polite, after all, no matter how rude the prospect of betting on their timely (or untimely) appearance was.

Still, one of the three self-imposed rules of the budding empire moved from the brush. With wide smile that gave sight to functional teeth she met them, her one eye crinkled in a sense of amusement at their demeanor. From what land did these wolves hail that they’d come upon some unknown force with nothing but their pride and sense of authority? And again, that nagging twisting content that oozed from their pores.

It was enough to draw a deep rumbling chuckle from the dragon, though such was tinged with her usual perversity.

With a slow lick of muzzle she stepped closer to Buck, nostrils flared as she gave a soft ‘hrm’ and allowed gaze to comb over the party in obvious observation. Each step was done with surety, with the nature flow of someone used to the game of shifting thrones and drenched in the ichor of rendered enemies. In her bearing she carried her metaphysical crown, wore it as crookedly as she pleased while her small satchel—fat with the hidden promise of her precious stones—hung loosely about her neck.

She came with the scent of smoke and the stench of her land, an unfortunate happenstance as she’d been fiddling with the flame before her arrival, but what burned in the depths of that one visible eye churned a rolling storm of ravenous need to consume only leashed by her curiosity and barely stable sanity.

Still, she didn’t speak, only gave a bob of head and slight wag of a casually twitching tail. Buck was asking the questions and Azuhel was not the type to interrupt. She is, after all, a shining example of virtuosity. Instead, she’d level her gaze across the party only to allow it to rest upon Rita, the one that they called Captain in obvious leadership fashion.

The one jolly enough to start the bet.

Well? What did she win?
« Last Edit: July 12, 2015, 09:29:18 PM by Azuhel »


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Re: .45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« Reply #6 on: July 13, 2015, 11:09:42 PM »
Ant is quick to approach the boarder behind his Mother. Ever the dutiful son. Always her tame little dragon. He was a soon to be giant that would forever remain at her side so long as it was allowed.

Now that he was on the cuffs of adulthood the boy could offer more to his dearest parent. An entire childhood full of selfishness (which most children are guilty of) could be repaid in-kind, and he would never show an ounce of reluctance in doing it for he treasured her so. Such was not a uniqueness in her silent offspring however. All of the little titans cared for Mama Azuhel, it just so happened that Antaeus was the one to greet the Tortuga wolves on this day is all. Perhaps, if they desired, his brothers and sisters would make an appearance as well.

Speaking of the Tortuga wolves, Ant’s first impression of the group was none to savory. He’d overheard their yammering, same as the rest, and their jovial tone was enough to rub the boy the wrong way. The talk of a bets that were to be placed on his people only aided in annoying him more. Yet, if agitation was what he truly felt it did not show on him, and Antaeus wore the same tired look that he’d been born with. If anything, it would seem as though they outsider’s antics merely bored him, and that would become a truth as he came to stand near his Mother and Buck.

No sense in getting all hot and bothered about it. These gaudy looking canines would be gone in time. Either set on their way, with or without a deal, or stripped and broken down by those who lived in the decaying woods.

Sagging eyes would loom over the group. They were certainly different from any creatures he’d ever seen, what with their décor. However, Ant could not will himself to feel impressed by the trinkets.

A huff of air puffed out of the lad's nose and he sat down on his backside. Hopefully the leader would speak soon. Perhaps what she had to offer would be far more motivating then what they had on display.
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Re: .45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« Reply #7 on: July 28, 2015, 04:21:16 PM »
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Hand-selected by the Captain herself: The Wielder was the final member hold the honor of joining in on the traveling party.  The hulking behemoth would take his place to the right of the Captain; massive bear-like paws pressing violently against the earth beneath him as he lumber along. Unlike his peers, Taisho, remain quiet and fixated upon the task at hand, yet, remain vigilant of his surroundings.  Upon the hellion's person were a few finely crafted leather satchels filled to the brim with numerous trinkets and goodies to offer to their guests that on either of his flanks.

Yet, the most striking feature of the hellhound was not his appearance, but, the treasure he carried clamped tightly about his jowls: fire.

The pungent stench of smoke cloud the air about him as he carry along one of Tortuga's birch tree branches  coated in sap. His large fangs clamped tightly at the base of the branch while the tip held the tamed, smoldering anomaly. Orange and yellow flames dance hungrily at the end of the birch, the glow illuminating the world about him and the contours of the hellion's face. Jade eyes focused ahead of him as he made his way through the vegetation with the other pirates, yet, his charcoal lips held a smug smirk of self-satisfaction.

"Let's take bets on how long it takes. Any takers?"

His scarred ear would flicker atop of his large head as he heard the voice of the Captain break the chatter up and finally bring up the talk of business. Taisho's head would in turn tilt to her direction as she captured the beast's attention. Surely, how long would this all take after all? Honestly, while he was clouded with uncertainty, he couldn't help but hope for the promise for the benefit Tortuga. After all, there was only more to gain. There was a whole world out there for the taking and he wanted in on it. Yet, the other two were far quicker to jump in on her little bet.

"Whaddya wanna bet Captain?"
"I'm in, Captain, though I'm afraid I've only my services to offer."


Taisho's lips would twitch into amusement at her not only her tone, but, the little game she had in mind for the traveling party. "Aye, I'm willing to make some friendly wager." He'd rumble, glancing over to his leader, "I'd say about an hour and a half tops. What say you, Captain?" Yet, before he hoped to receive an answer, the strangers would emerge from deep within the packlands to meet at the borders.

Oh well, so much for his fun.

"What would you happen to be betting on, surely the fate of your adventure would be something that is up in the air. What is the purpose of your being here, such a mismatched band as you are. You're not a family group, though you smell of the same land. Just a group of rouges or something much, ah, grander in scale?"


Jade eyes would soon meet the olive ones of the female across from he and the beast would in turn come to a halt with the band of pirates. Soon enough others would soon make their way to the scene like cockroaches crawling from the woodwork. Things are about to get interesting, He thought, the stoic male glancing from one to the others in silent judgement of those to join. Yet, he would keep his mouth shut and allow the Captain to do the talking curious to see how this would all unfold.






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Re: .45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« Reply #8 on: July 28, 2015, 11:18:03 PM »
 She strode with wide shoulders and a rise in the fur on her spine, curled ever so softly with the frizzle of her stiff energy. Where Rita was proud and purposeful, Arma was stubborn and volatile. She wore her teeth like combat medals; gleaming behind strips of black fleshed lips that pulled back when she licked at them, eyes darting from side to side as she walked with her mother. Behind her some distance, staring with a malicious plot in her eye when sunshine irises focused on Vashe, reigning in her cool for Rita's sake. She hated the way that he - HE, some bastard Striker - would assume he could walk on her mother's right. As her equal, as her protector, as more important than Rita's own flesh and blood Coxswain.

 And yet when Rita turned to give her daughter a softened (fond without having to directly show it) glance, it stilled the growing pit of hostility in her stomach. Vashe would get back in line later. Right now, this was for the Captain. When they finally paused on the border, Arma smirked and swung her tail once, listening to the group's banter. She didn't need to gamble, she knew. This place, this Alteron, had a reputation to uphold. Told perhaps in passing for directions from a stranger whose voice may have hitched too long while nodding in the direction of the overgrown, slightly rotted looking forest. Trees held water for a long while, and whatever had happened to the ones littering the border in decaying stumps told a story that perhaps did not end well for several residents.

 She said nothing in return to the question, remaining the silent guardian as she pulled up closer to Rita and attempted to wedge between her and Vashe, teeth barred mercilessly at him if he didn't back up even a step. But still, she sat behind - away. Letting her mother's abilities speak for themselves. Rita didn't need a posse to back her up at every word, didn't even need the little favors and kiss-ass remarks the others gave. No, not when the rather abrupt appearance of the blue soldier disrupted their game, and all eyes went onto her. Behind her a fiery female and another, shaggier boy.

"What would you happen to be betting on, surely the fate of your adventure would be something that is up in the air. What is the purpose of your being here, such a mismatched band as you are. You're not a family group, though you smell of the same land. Just a group of rouges or something much, ah, grander in scale?"

 Arma hummed shamelessly at the first part, finding humor but also the threat beneath the words. "Fate is bullcrap next to opportunity," she replied, shutting down discussion of the game unless Rita wanted to ... explain. But that would be in poor taste. Head turned, crooked as she looked at her mother, tail stiffly moving to curl atop a back foot. Here if needed - obedient, silent soldier even if unwanted.
I will only complicate you,
trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you,
I will chew it up and leave.
I will work to elevate you -
just enough to bring you down.

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something, but the past is done.
Mother Mary won't you whisper
something, but the past is done.
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Re: .45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« Reply #9 on: July 30, 2015, 03:19:13 AM »
Their obnoxious conversation would attract more than the stalwart Buck and the devious Azuhel; they were quite the triad, really, the devoted Outrider, the manipulative Dragon, the gluttonous ex-Prince, and what better a motley crew to meet a portion of a pirate crew at the borders, right? He ambled forward almost lazily, taking his time, so that Buck (who had been further away in all actuality) arrived first, followed by their most esteemed Red Dragon. He caught his fellow Outrider’s pretentious speech on the wind and smiled despite himself – after all, Orc would never miss an opportunity to needle the uptight woman, though to be fair he’d likely refrain from the worst of it with visitors on their border.

Ah well. Another time, eh?

Azuhel’s laughter intrigued Orcrist as he finally lumbered into view, sidling up between the two woman with a jovial grin aimed at the red one and a lewd, suggestive waggle of his eyebrows given to the other who shared his rank, taking note of the silent puppy that had toddled along after his mother. Still, he couldn’t resist when one quipped a reply to Buck, turning to eye the one whose coat, with its spattering of blues and tans, seemed to make her similar in appearance to the one he identified as leader (by her title being ‘Captain’, and by the fact that of them all, she was adorned most handsomely, bearing trinkets and bones and even an extra tail and making the rest of her group pale in comparison).

Opportunity benefits us all,” he drawled with a glint in his eye, studying Arma, and the strange hellish creature, and the leader, and the rest in turn. “Or, at least, those of us willin’ to take advantage of it – an’ smart enough to, at that.” His words were slightly more refined, not so… messy, but still lacking the cultured sound appropriate for his former status. He was putting on a front for these strangers, and hopefully the Dragon would approve – after all, they had a certain pretense to maintain, did they not?

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Re: .45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« Reply #10 on: August 30, 2015, 11:37:51 PM »
bump for pirates


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Re: .45 caliber [visit/alliance?]
« Reply #11 on: December 15, 2015, 03:50:03 PM »
are we retconning this then