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Offline Addereon

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vacation ruined [open]
« on: July 06, 2017, 05:41:21 PM »


Addereon yawned widely, every one of his sharp teeth sparkling in the sun as he did so. He lounging on a large, flat rock in a patch of sunlight in front of the beach, not quite napping but on his way to it. He twitched a little in annoyance as he stretched out, the action pulling at new wounds. He'd been properly patched up, sure, but only time healed anything in the end. Eventually the bites and scratches and lashes would heal into scars, but for the time being, they were fresh and troublesome.

Adder started to drift even as the sky started to darken, ice-blue eyes sliding closed as the air seemed to shift. He'd never been one for inaction, but until his wounds healed, he didn't have much in the way of work to do, so resting seemed the right option.

Unbeknownst to the sleeping lion, a storm was rolling in on dark, static-charged clouds, inland from the ocean. If he'd bothered to look, he would've seen the signs of it, but, well. He wasn't used to rain in general, less any sort of tropical storm like the one that was coming. Thunder boomed offshore, making his ear twitch, but still he slept.

The storm continued it's rapid approach until finally, with another furious, booming crack of lightning, unleashed the rains it had held back. It was a torrential downpour, no gentle working up to get there. There was no rain, and then you were suddenly drenched.

Adder made a noise of outrage as the storm came down upon him, shaking his pelt out inanely as he leaped to his paws. He groaned at his luck, and squinted through the heavy downpour--rain so heavy you could hardly see anything around you, the entire environment grayed out--trying to find some place to wait it out. He was too far from his den to get there safely, especially when a bolt of lightning struck a palm tree several yards away, burning it immediately to a crisp.

He moved quickly, eventually finding a small cave along a cliffside in the jungle and shaking himself out as he stepped in. It was honestly less a cave, and more a... small scoop of rock missing from the side of the cliff, providing a temporary but welcomed shelter. His mane pressed down against him heavily as he sat and watched the rain pour down--a little mystified, now that he was drying off.

He didn't even notice the figure coming fast towards the makeshift shelter, he was so preoccupied with watching the rain.

« Last Edit: July 07, 2017, 11:01:43 AM by Addereon »

I'm out of my head
Of my heart, and my mouth
Cause you can run
But you can't hide
I'm gonna make you
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Re: vacation ruined [open]
« Reply #1 on: July 06, 2017, 06:43:37 PM »
Storms were brewing. Isengrim was used to it, and feared little. Winterfall had witnessed many harsh winds and waves, crashing down on rocks and cliffs. The bacchus rather liked such catastrophes, revealing in its violence and chaos, an echo to the desire comfortably nestled in his stomach. He had taken the habit of hunting a bit before it really broke out. A little challenge, to see if he could outrun the clouds. Victory or defeat hardly mattered — just the adrenaline rush, cursing through his veins. It wasn’t as powerful as a real, entertaining battle, but it came close… and he wasn’t very picky on the ways of getting his fun. Technically, he wasn’t done healing… but he wasn’t known for being a very listening patient, nor having a healthy lifestyle.

His prey of the day — a strange and large rodent of some kind — opted to take a run in the jungle, and he followed suit. His large frame hammered into the vegetation with complete disregard for accuracy, following the trail left by the capybara with a an almost child-like frivolity. He almost tripped on several tree roots, but he wasn’t a hunter for nothing, even though his present method was very unsubtle. The gunner wasn’t looking forward on eating the thing, rather he wanted to either trap the prey or exhaust it.

Water came pouring down the sky when he almost caught a back leg of his prey. The sudden drench left him cold, but more determined than ever. The ground was getting sloppy really quickly. It was his chance to act. With a significant effort, Isengrim jumped, hoping to sweep the rodent’s feet off the ground and throw it into a completely different direction than where it was headed — namely at the bottom of a nearby cliff. The capybara didn’t expect the attack. It flew above the stone ridge, falling several times on the rocky surface before finally landing in a loud crash.

However the successful motion — along with poor visibility and anticipation of distance — also sent the bacchus slipping on the ground. Biting down a curse, Isengrim tried to grip anything in his reach. The last-second reflex helped slowing him down, but not enough — he soon found himself gripping the ledge, struggling to not follow his target’s route. Crumbling rocks whined under his weight, and in a desperate attempt not to fall down, the bacchus leaped to the side, grabbing large vines with clenched jaws. As expected, the plants gave away under the pressure as well, but the maneuver bought him enough time to redirect himself and land on non-inured limbs, while also redirecting his course toward tangible and solid ground. He finished his course on a small spur of rock emerging from the cliff.

But that didn’t mean the landing was smooth, far from it. It was brutal and sent a shock to his shoulder blades. Hush breathes came through gritted teeth on a seemingly still figure. After a few moments, they transformed into groans as he got to his feet. Each motion seemed to make him discover a new part of his anatomy, but Isengrim kept on moving, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from losing the remnants of his composure. His pace was slow but steady, and he soon found himself staring at a hollow in the cliffside, and a large feline standing right into it. Without much hesitation he entered the shelter, figuring it was another Tortugan hiding away from the heavy rain. He created as much distance as he could between him and the other soaked pirate, trying to mask his injury by adopting a deliberately slow pace while casting looks at the lion with curious but cautious eyes. He shook himself a little, finally letting out his frustration while watching the rain with annoyance. "Effing crap." How charming for first introductions.


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/ The Ruin was / havoc / damage / within / Oh cunning
/ Wreck / That told no / Tale / And let no / Witness in "


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Re: vacation ruined [open]
« Reply #2 on: July 14, 2017, 08:29:24 AM »
The young adult hadn’t been doing anything particularly interesting when the weather was behaving. He had found a nut or fruit of some sort and was dashing it back and forth with his front paws, moving it around and laughing to himself at the fun he had. Fun was everywhere and he jumped around shooting the thing back and forth to himself and his tail was wagging and raised like a flag. Then it came.

Thunder. Aiden lifted his head and tilt it. Aiden was not from here and so he did not know of tropical storms or the sudden shifts of weather. He shrugged at the sound and kept playing, but only moments after the next thunder boomed and light was flashing in the sky. He jumped up and whimpered at the sound so loud, so close and suddenly the skies were over him, the booming continuing and then it rained. Like the gates were opened from the heaven. Aiden stood still for moments and were drenched.

Of course. He laughed again and began snapping at the heavy drops, playfully catching water with his fangs, the tail was wagging and he began running. Often he lost his footing and slipped in the mud, but he didn’t care he just laughed when he slid and got a small ride of the slide and even started doing it on purpose. He looked like a mess really soon, and though he got covered in mud the rain poured so heavily that it didn’t stay for long so soon it was only his legs and paws that were notably muddy. He ran toward rocks and cliffs and was jumping in the air catching raindrops an easy game. Sometimes it was nice playing with the difficulty level on easy mode.

He soon stopped to look into a pair of shining blue eyes in rocks and he ‘uuhed’ at the bright light and walked toward, still laughing and giggling. In the cave two creatures were hiding from the rain (why?) and he greeted them with a wagging tail, still standing in the pouring rain. One was a wolf, he knew that, playmate! The other with shining blue eyes in the darkness was something other than wolf and the smell gave it away too, even though it was wet. ”Woah!” His tail seemed controlled by an invisible motor. ”Your eyes shine in the dark.” He gaped and his tongue lolled out. He was pretty tired from running around and play.

”Do you not like the rain?” He gave a few snaps at the drops falling around them and jumped up and down to make the water under him splash, though he was far enough away from the others so they wouldn’t be bothered by it. Could they play in the rain with those bright eyes?
You see the cripple dance
Pay your money, baby
Now's your chance
Eyes like cyanide

I am so dumb
Just beam me up
I've had it all forever
I've had enough


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Re: vacation ruined [open]
« Reply #3 on: August 04, 2017, 11:04:53 AM »
Thunder and rain roared in his senses, but above that, he could hear something else--crumbling rocks, perhaps? He barely withheld the temptation to peek back out into the rain; the rocks sounds like they were fairly nearby, sliding down the side of the cliff he was currently taking shelter in. Hopefully it wasn't a mudslide--then there was another sound, one of a creature plummeting to a sharp, premature death. A squeal, really. So it was nothing, really; just a stupid prey animal losing it's footing. A snack, maybe, once the rain let up.

Adder stared out at the rain once more, listening as it sounded like yet another dumb animal fell to it's death. Was the visibility in the storm really so poor that prey were unable to see a cliff in front of them? This one was different, however; there was no primal death cry, simply a wet-sounding thud. Huh. Weird.

Then there were footsteps. Whatever it was had survived? Today was full of surprises, and Adder got yet another one when the wolf trudged into the alcove with him.

He stared at him unabashedly. "Did you just fall from the effin' cliff?" He asked, voice deadpan. What the eff was going on in this storm?

”Woah!”

Oh god no. Not children. Adder's head slowly swiveled to look at the sopping wet child, watching as it's tail beat heavily back and forth despite the torrential downpour. Where was this kid's mother? Or the Stewards? Or someone that was just not him? He looked at the other wolf, the one who'd supposedly taken a spill over the side of the cliff--he probably wasn't a steward, if his gruff nature was any indication. Maybe if he ignored him, he would go away?

”Your eyes shine in the dark.”

No such luck then.

"Most animal's eyes do." He murmured gruffly, unimpressed. Clearly no one was teaching this kid anything either. Again; where were the Stewards?

”Do you not like the rain?”

Adder closed his eyes and counted backwards from ten. The child's question was innocuous, not hurting anyone in the slightest, but Adder found himself annoyed by it nonetheless. His mood was soured by the storm and he didn't particularly care for children in the first place. "That's not just rain. It's a thunderstorm. You're going to get struck by lightning or swept up in a tornado." He didn't even know if Tortuga had tornadoes, but some healthy intimidation might do the kid good. 

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But you can't hide
I'm gonna make you
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Re: vacation ruined [open]
« Reply #4 on: August 09, 2017, 02:02:33 PM »

ooc; Isengrim is a horrible and grumpy butt and is attempting to bite Aiden on his scruff.


As he entered the cave, the lion stared. He wasn’t expecting a surprise visit? Too bad. Isengrim would be here for a while.

"Did you just fall from the effin' cliff?"

Isengrim didn’t respond. Not verbally. His eyes glowed with intensity, as he stared at the tall feline, meeting his eyes, unwavering. Not breaking eye contact, he lodged himself against the rocky wall with distance between them. Always meet another predator in the eye.  Then, he snorted. As if to say ‘’Obviously.’’

”Woah!”

Isengrim’s eyes shot up close, a sigh escaping him. Even more company, in this cramped space. In this state. Oh, joy. A fast glance in the direction just made his fur prickle more. Judging from the child’s smell and his looks, he’d just took a loooong shower, and didn’t mind it. His throat was tightening, a growl nestled in it, just begging to be let out. Grim’ didn’t have the same concerns as his companion, didn’t even pondered on the fact that this young one was apparently left unsupervised. All that mattered was that the kid’s presence was aggravating, and he didn’t liked it one bit.

”Your eyes shine in the dark.”

The comment literally made him blink, and he didn’t even notice the growl escape him. Blissful ignorance, even in infancy, was a concept so terribly alien to him, he considered this new face as coming out another plane of existence. Isengrim didn’t saw a child. Didn’t even considered him a child, at his age. He saw a cretin, a weak wolf. Such an individual would have either became an automaton in Bacchus, or be put down for his socially ineptitude and downright slow nature. And never mind the wild lands beyond the Fringe. He would be eaten alive by the beasts there… If these two had cross paths before the bacchus joined Tortuga, Aiden would have became a bait for his hunts, plain and simple.

But such a time was over. Now he was a gunner. He couldn’t just butcher anyone who grated on his nerves, now could he? Sadly, even though he had fought in the war that wasn’t enough yet. Fire ruined his fun — it always seemed to, no matter the situation. And boredom and stubbornness made it so he didn’t fully adapt to the pirates way of life. He had followed the Shogun, the battle master. Not the Captain. He didn’t pledge anything else to the empire, and probably wouldn’t for a long time. Hierarchy wouldn’t change that.

""Most animal's eyes do.""
”Do you not like the rain?”"

Oh, instincts were strong, and his patience thin, decreasing as the ache in his neck kept growing.  Bite him! His mind said. Admonish such a careless spirit, it roared! He could just do that, just give a slap to the problematic child so he’d think twice before opening his mouth.

So he did. With surprising speed, he was up again on all fours, and in a swift movement he was upon Aiden, his jaws aimed for his scruff. He’d try to cut flesh if he could. Not as strong as he’d have bitten an adult, but too violently for a youngster or for it to be purely educational. If it landed, it would probably leave a mark. And if it didn’t, hopefully it would scared off the kid just enough for him to be out of his reach, and out of his hair for a small while. Either way, he’d be sure to firmly clap his jaws on the air around them, a sharp and brief sound, reeking of pent up agression. Watch where you’re stepping boy.

"That's not just rain."

The feline began, focusing on the kid. Isengrim used this opportunity to lick his shoulders, where he could reach. Leave the big talk to the big cat, if he wanted it so badly. He had other priorities on his list.

"It's a thunderstorm. You're going to get struck by lightning or swept up in a tornado."

Isengrim’s ears peered forward, and he chuckled, a raw sound leaving his belly. Did this brat even know what a storm was? No, probably not. But teaching and education was hardly in his line of work. "Such storms are deadly." Ominous statements that sounded like threats were, however. "Would you like to play dead in one?" Bleak humor. Isengrim was probably the only one in the room to find that funny, although there was a complete absence of a smile on his face. Either way, he didn’t care. He didn’t have time to coddle sensibilities nor baby sit dense pups.


" A great Hope / fell / You heard no / noise / crash
/ The Ruin was / havoc / damage / within / Oh cunning
/ Wreck / That told no / Tale / And let no / Witness in "


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