Cerulean Cape maybe if we tell people the brain is an app they’ll start using it
All Welcome  May 16, 2018, 01:40 PM
Rose
Drageda
Kru
No one tells you when you sign up for friendship that you might end up with a shattered heart. Yet surprisingly, Furi’s disappearance didn’t upset the Kru the way she thought it would have. There was no sadness or anger or guilt, there was only the crushing weight of loneliness and the sickening feeling that she had been abandoned yet again. And why was that? What had she done so wrong that she continued to be tossed aside like a piece of trash?

There wasn’t even doubt this time around, there was only acceptance and the pain that came with it. Furi was gone and she wasn’t coming back. Yes that reality sucked but what could she possibly do? She wouldn’t chase after those who did not want her, she’d constantly be exhausted if she did. She could only wait and hope and distract herself until the misery subsided and what better way to get her mind off things than a nice long walk along the beach?

She’d slipped past Drageda’s borders late last night and continued her trip through early morning, eventually finding herself along some shell infested beach when daylight had revealed her whereabouts. She’d probably have ended up lost were it not for the plover that sat contently on her back, her guide back to the cliffs that she had bribed with berries and twigs. It chirped loudly as a mole crab burrowed itself into the wet sand beside her paw and without any warning the shore bird fluttered down to peck at the escaping meal. 

She plopped her rump to the ground and watched with mild amusement as the plover continued to search for the crab, russet ears twitching every time the bird let out a cry. Eventually she picked herself up and began to dig at the soft sand, pausing every now and then to sniff for the shelled escapee. No luck. She rocked her hips until she fell back to the ground, wet sand clinging to her snout and haunches. For a moment she thought she felt some fleeting happiness but it was short lived as her mind wandered off and began to wonder if this perhaps was where she’d first met Furi.

i'm the architect of my own destruction
May 17, 2018, 01:02 PM
Rosalyn
Ironsea
First Mate
She was avoiding the field now where it seemed both of her rivals tended to; it was a prime spot, for sure, but not worth the grief it seemed.  Still, the shores to the north held prey, and she wasn't going to write them off entirely just because a few wolves got a little possessive.

She was also digging for crabs in the beach, the action generally bringing back memories of Vlad, if only because of the way he'd mispronounced the word.  Krebs.  Her lips titled up; if she caught one, she'd dedicate it to him as she enjoyed it.  But no krebs seemed to be forthcoming.

She was intent on the ground, so didn't notice the other wolf until she was a fairly short span away.  Her ears shot forward with surprise, but she recovered quickly... no trouble here, just minding my own business.

"Any luck?" She called over, wondering if perhaps the other had already found the prime spot.  Who knew, maybe she'd share.
May 17, 2018, 04:31 PM
Rose
Drageda
Kru
The voice had startled her and the instant fear that it was one of the sea witch’s members sent russet hackles prickling along her spine, head snapping towards the wanderer while Rose stood to back away. The initial terror fled from her features when she realized this was not one of the Grimnismal wolves, but the obvious uncertainty remained written plainly on her face all the same. “I’m afraid not” she responded, observant eyes tracing over the earthen woman while her nose wiggled at the passing breeze. She smelled of the sea, but then again, everything smelled of the sea around here. 

Rose let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding until now before slinking down to a sitting position, attention shifting back to the plover while she silently left the decision up to the stranger whether or not their conversation continued.

i'm the architect of my own destruction
May 17, 2018, 06:48 PM
Rosalyn
Ironsea
First Mate
Ah, too bad.  "Me neither," she responded companiably, coming a bit closer so that she could take the other's scent.  When she did, she drew back and frowned.  "You're from Drageda?" she asked, turning a bit more wary.  She didn't know if Thuringwethil had made it open season on her, but now she was going to find out.  There didn't seem to be recognition, but she wasn't taking chances.
May 17, 2018, 07:30 PM
Rose
Drageda
Kru
Her brow furrowed at the mention of Drageda, chin tilting slightly upwards as Rose pondered on how the sea dweller knew of the cliff side where she resided. “I am” she confirmed, head swinging to the side to stare blankly at the woman who seemed more cautious now than she had been just moments ago. Rose was, for the most part, obviously of what went on outside of Drageda’s borders but even she could tell there was some sort of tension between the her pack and the stranger that stood before her now.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite” she announced after a moment, ears twitching atop her crown while her face remained stoic and unamused. She wasn’t interested in fighting someone else’s battles and had no intention of making a new enemy during her brief getaway, that much she wanted to make clear.

i'm the architect of my own destruction
May 17, 2018, 10:23 PM
Rosalyn
Ironsea
First Mate
Rosalyn barked out a laugh at her statement, then gestured to her half-healed wounds in illustration.  "Last of your lot I met didn't quite have the same idea."  She said a bit wryly, but then gave a small wink.  She heard a note of truth to the words, and figured if she was gonna jump her, she'd have done so by now.  

"You here for just the crabs?  Or got another reason to be all the way over this way?"  If hunting was going to be a loss, then maybe conversation could at least make this trip out not pointless.  If the girl was a loner, she might have tried to recruit her... their crew could use a few skills to round it out.  But chances were pretty small she'd want to leave the other pack... aside from Rosalyn, she remembered them to be an almost fanatically loyal bunch.  She didn't remember this one though.
May 17, 2018, 11:05 PM
Rose
Drageda
Kru
A smirk tugged playfully at the corner of her lips, a quiet hmph slipping from the russet kru at the woman’s smooth remark. Those of the cliffside tended to be hotheaded but Rose didn’t believe them to be idiots. They didn’t seem the type to pick fights for no reason so she naturally assumed the scars that laced the stranger’s body were rightfully owed. 

She momentarily considered offering her healing services but the idea fled from her mind before she even had the chance to entertain the idea. “I needed a little vacation after some recent events fucked up my emotions” she answered plainly, attention briefly turning back towards the plover who had finally decided to give up on their meal.

i'm the architect of my own destruction
May 21, 2018, 08:27 AM
Rosalyn
Ironsea
First Mate
She didn't elaborate on how she had definitely earned their ire, instead choosing to focus on what she said next.  Some trouble then?

"Few things better for fucked up emotions than a walk by the sea.  Cept maybe good company," she said, knowing she was definitely overestimating her own intrusion here.  But she hadn't been chased off yet, so hey, it wasn't completely untrue.

"Ye ever think of running off and becoming a pirate?" She asked, nonchalant enough.  She had already guessed what the answer would be, but it didn't hurt to ask.
May 21, 2018, 12:12 PM
Rose
Drageda
Kru
Her eyes remained firmly placed upon the sea bird as it hopped around looking for another crab, russet fur tangling in knots while the ocean breeze continued to roll in off the waves. The kru didn’t offer a response to the earthly woman’s first few words, only signaling she had actually been listening at the mention of pirates.

Rose, unlike many of her cliffside companions, hadn’t been raised beside the sea and had no idea what a pirate was. But judging by the casual way the woman asked her question, it sounded like it was a common term to know. “What’s a pirate?” she answered with a question of her own, making it obvious she had in fact not ever dreamed of running away to become whatever a pirate was.

i'm the architect of my own destruction
May 22, 2018, 09:28 AM
Rosalyn
Ironsea
First Mate
That she wasn't expecting!  "What's a Pirate?  You've never heard the tales?"  Rosalyn tended to genuinely forget that not everyone grew up in a place where such things were common.

She was delighted to be the one to share then.  "A pirate's a wolf that has seawater runnin through their veins.  Sometimes they're pillagers, but sometimes they're just free.  No loyalty to any but their crew, and no expectations cept to treat crew like family."  She grinned.  Her mother had only really told tales of the bad sort; the only kind her homeland had much dealing with.  Still, "It always sounded a bit ideal, when I was younger," she added, though wondering what this girl would make of it.