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a-sailing down along the coast of high barbary - Kingsley - November 09, 2020
Tagging @Hawkes! But anyone welcome too :)
It was a late evening wander that took Kingsley up the coastline, though his attention was grabbed by a curious bay before he made his way any further north. The rock pools that dotted the sand flats glimmered in the moonlight, each one beckoning him like sirens to come inspect what treasures they held just below their shallow surfaces.
Obediently, the pirate drew forth, eyes gleaming as he peered into a nearby pool. He couldn't quite make out what was in there, so he thrust a forepaw into the waters, using his claws to drag out a small, black mussel as if it were a lucky prize dip. Delighted with his find, a grin spread across his features, before the man set to work trying to pry the thing apart with his teeth.
RE: a-sailing down along the coast of high barbary - Norah - November 29, 2020
Norah was bored. With all the numbers and safety Moonspear had proven to be a rather dull place to live and this was a conclusion she had come to after living there only for brief period of time. But she had been taught not to make hasty decisions and go for a walk to clear her head first. To weigh out all the pros and cons of remaining in the present arrangement and then decide, where to go next. She had travelled the southern end of the valley recently, therefore paws took her northwards, where the sound of the ocean and smell of saltwater and wet sand lured the wanderers to check out the beauty of the place ahead.
It was not the first time for her to see large mass of water, but upon meeting ocean face to face, you cannot be immune to its greatness. There - watching the seemingly endless mass of water, tall waves crashing against cliffs - one could get the true sens of their own insignificance in the bigger scheme of things. Mother had taught Norah that humbleness was a virtue and a practical skill too. If you got over-confident, you would begin to make mistakes. Some could even turn out to be fatal. Therefore she exercised this time from time and therefore was always alert and careful on the path of life she was walking.
During her walk she caught scent of another wolf nearby and, following the trail, she found the bay, where the said man had stopped in flesh and person. She observed him warily from afar, before making a decision to draw closer. Quietly though, not to disturb him or draw in attention right away. And only, when the moment felt right and she had at least two escape plans, if this encounter went totally wrong, did she clear her throat to speak: "Good evening, sir! What's the treasure that has caught your attention?"
RE: a-sailing down along the coast of high barbary - Kingsley - December 05, 2020
One would think after a lifetime of living by the sea and enjoying all sorts of clams, and mussels, and oysters, Kingsley would have quite a knack for prying the damn things apart but, alas, maybe his teeth just weren't what they used to be. He frustratedly nibbled on the edges before turning it over with a paw, sniffing the thing all over like a thief trying to work out the code to a vault.
He was so caught up in his examination that he did not notice the other's approach, doubly so due to her cautious, quiet movements. It wasn't until her clear voice rang out over the din of the ocean waves did Kingsley realise he had company.
He paused, blinking in surprise, before he cast his gaze over one shoulder to the dark, young female who had appeared. Instantly, the pirate's features relaxed into a lopsided grin, and he turned completely, though kept one paw upon his upright prize as if showing it off. "Aye and a fine night t'you, miss," he greeted, before nodding at the mussel beneath his foot. "Have ye ever gone fishin' in a tide pool before?"
RE: a-sailing down along the coast of high barbary - Norah - December 10, 2020
A clam, how disappointing... Norah would have been more impressed, if he had had a roasted steak instead of a single oyster, no lemon and wine. "Can't say I have," she shook her head in response, sitting down and wrapping her tail over her toes daintily, giving an air of innocent and curious princess, when a shark was lurking beneath the charming appearance.
"But you seem to know a lot," she observed and smiled at him appraisingly. "And the pools must have plenty of food - how else would you be in such a good overall shape," Norah went on. "What's the secret in them? All I see from here is sand and water, and some weeds."