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shark bait - Nox - February 11, 2025
backdated to Feb 2nd (before raid!) if u have time <3
Beneath the branches of the Lone Willow, the Captain paced circles in the frost. His body itched to fight, recovering quickly from the tousle with @Crowell though the marks on his throat remained. Without a physician in their ranks, they'd scarred to four even pinpricks of rough flesh, a grim reminder of his failure.
Would the rogue welcome a rematch? A chance to hone their skills once more, though Nox had no doubts the rookie would be ready for blood. Muzzle tipped, he called the man to the clearing.
RE: shark bait - Crowell - February 11, 2025
crowell hears the call and pauses, ears flicking forward. nox. the captain rarely summoned him without reason.
when he arrives beneath the willow, flame-bright eyes find nox pacing circles in the frost. much to his amusement. what had his little feathers all ruffled?
what ye want, sea devil?crowell drawls, stepping into the clearing with a lazy smirk.
was in th’ middle of a nap.
RE: shark bait - Nox - February 11, 2025
"Tough shit," he grunted, circling round to face the rookie with a hardened stare. There was something to be said for Crowell's work ethic, slacking off at a time like this. It was safe to say that none of the words he could use were pleasant.
The urge to wipe that smirk off his face was almost overwhelming, and Nox came nose-to-nose with the rogue then. "Now I think it's safe t'say a man like you ain't joining my crew wantin' to stay a rookie." Did he have aspirations to rise? What lengths would he go to achieve them?
A thought appeared then, morbidly curious of what had left the man in such a state to begin with.
RE: shark bait - Crowell - February 11, 2025
he chortles a grim laugh at nox's comment. tough shit. aye! it fuckin' was. and he didn't like the attitude wreaking off of this one, but luckily for him, amusement came at a lower price. and painted all across his face, as eyes follow the movements of the man.
then he stops, looking up at crowell past his smug nose, and crowell twitches a brow upwards. well, yeah. crowell didn't much like the idea of being bossed around by this lump of shit in front of him, but that's what playing the long game was all about.
killing him and taking his crew wouldn't work. mutts had more progressed ideas 'bout loyalty and what not these days. if he did that, they were like to kill him in turn. put @Meredith in charge or some shit like that! instead of firing off at the mouth, he fixes his own snout to look down at the captain, eyes burning cruelly.
been through more scraps than yer lot’ve had meals. ain’t lookin’ t’ stay under anyone’s paw.he blusters.
y’know i’m the fiercest man ye got,speech slurred as he steps closer, knocking his nose boldly into nox's.
an’ i dare say yer wastin’ me.
RE: shark bait - Nox - February 11, 2025
Crowell drew closer, the stench of his breath curling in the narrow space between them and soon his shadow dwarfed the Captain altogether. The rogue was their strongest fighter, the only man who'd beat him here upon Murkwood's ground, loath as he was to admit it. "Aye," eyes narrowed in disgust as a scaly, greasy nose, made contact with his own. "Ye'd make a fine boats'n. Or gunner, even."
Wasted potential, perhaps, though Nox wasn't keen on letting just anyone climb their ranks without good reason. "Takes more than that though." A breathy snort, spider-legs carrying him away from the rookie as he circled back to the clearing's middle. "Takes trust. Respect - an' not just from me."
If Crowell could prove he'd left the life of a cutthroat rogue behind, perhaps the Captain would be more inclined to consider. "Not tryna catch ye out," and truly, he wanted to let the man's expertise shine, "just want t'be sure I'm givin' power to tha right wolves."
RE: shark bait - Crowell - February 11, 2025
boats’n, gunner… aye, sounds like a bloody dream, don’t it?the words drip sarcasm, and he steps back just enough to watch nox circle.
he chortles loudly.
trust, respect—hah. tricky things, cap’n. reckon i’m more feared than loved. wolves like me don’t get pretty titles without a fight. but ye already know that.
a smug grin. tail flicking lazily behind him.
reckon i alr’ proved m’self. chased dat pretty siren all thru’out didn’ i? led ye’ right to ‘er pack. so i don’t need yer handouts—reckon ye just give me the shot, aye? an’ if some poor bastard wants t’ challenge me for it, better have a grave ready.
he snorts, stepping closer to the clearing’s center, where nox waits.
me dam was always scared o’ me potential. didn’ wan’ me outshinin’ her, betcha. an’ i wouldn’ want ye makin’ that same mistake, cap’n.
RE: shark bait - Nox - February 11, 2025
A snort. "Call it what ye want - gotta have someway of keeping ye bastards in check." Was he overthinking this? An inch of control, and Nox had run a mile. Murkwood had begun as a place of camaraderie, of pleasure and entertainment for the lost, the outcast. Was that not exactly what the man before him stood for?
Head tilting now to catch Crowell's spiel, lips pulling back in a knowing grin. "Reckon y'just wanted to get yer dick wet." Sarcasm, dripping, though his opinion swayed. "We'll be needin' men to lead the raid, make sure things go swimmingly. Better get yerself ship-shape for then, as boats'n." The rogue's final words drew a throaty laugh from the Captain; now it was making sense!
"That why she left ya for dead? Sheesh, some ma ain't she." His shoulders roll as if in preparation, but he strikes only with curiosity.
RE: shark bait - Crowell - February 13, 2025
crowell’s laughter rolls easy, jagged like waves on rock—but then fades quickly. the way nox squares himself, the way his weight settles, it's like he's thinking of something. now, crowell appreciates the promotion, but now he's just feeling stalked!
the laugh fades, slow, like a tide pulling back. flame-bright eyes sharpen, cold now, watching.
ye tryin’ t’ fight me again, cap’n?his voice drops as he slinks sideways, circlig nox now like a shark. paws light, body loose—ready to spring back if the bastard tries something.
maybe ye oughta try someone yer own size first?
RE: shark bait - Nox - February 18, 2025
Crowell was quick to catch on, the slippery seasnake! The Captain followed the way he slunk, like Nox was a lamb up for slaughter. Fight someone his own size? "Well they ain't gonna fight back as well," he snorted heartily, stepping forward to break the rogue's circle.
His crew were strong, if a little ragtag. But none came close to the exhilaration brought on by Crowell's teeth. "Reckon ye can teach me a thing or two?" Eyes met the boatswain's own with an almost boyish roundness. Whatever slimy tricks the man had picked up during his time in the sticks Nox was eager to discover, the only question that remained was whether he was that generous of a pirate.
RE: shark bait - Crowell - February 24, 2025
his grin stretches wide, but it isn’t friendly. teeth glint sharp beneath the curl of his lip.
hah! teach ye somethin’? aye, reckon i could. reckon ye could use it, too.
he shifts, paws light, still circling, still watching. the captain’s eager—too eager. like he’s hungry for it.
but what’s in it fer me, cap’n? ye want me tricks, reckon ye best pay up.his voice dips, lazy, taunting.
i ain’t in th’ business o’ givin’ out favors.
RE: shark bait - Nox - March 03, 2025
A darkness glittered in the eyes of the rogue, unsettling if it weren't for the Captain's own twisted desires.
"I've given ye a promotion, ain't that enough?" He was greedy, too greedy! But the other seemed in no hurry to give in, and Nox's patience snapped taut.
"Y'can keep tha girl, if we get her," the saltsiren, his wench. "Keep her all to yerself if ya really want." Tail lashing, a low growl signified his offer was final.
RE: shark bait - Crowell - March 05, 2025
well...crowell perks up, eyes widening only briefly—a toothy grin, a flash of yellow, as he beams.
n' ain't dat just genr'ous, cap'n.the lanky man lifts upwards from where he'd leisurely taken a seat, waited for nox to make his verdict.
slipping into a circle, waltzing lazily about nox, raking those blood thirsty eyes across the man.
yep!he exhales, making overly expressive faces as he takes in the man's body condition.
yer a lil on 'n weak side, but i can fix ya.
he takes a quick step away, as if expecting nox to pounce, and then laughs sheepishly. the muscles along his gaunt frame highlighted by the sun and the thin, frazzled coat pulled taut over him like an old carpet. his head tilts, his tongue lolls, as he looks the man in the eyes.
come awn, c'pn. come at m' low. i'm ah tall fuck'r, means ye go for me legs. a pot shot. i give it to yas free.
his lips curl.
see, ah can be genr'ous too.
RE: shark bait - Nox - March 17, 2025
His appraisal began again. Nox kept his expression deadpan as his eyes flicked to catch each dramatic eye-roll and disapproving teeth click as he was circled once again by the matted man.
But this time, this time the Captain was finally getting what he wanted. "Ain't need fixin', fishbrain," he snarled again, though his voice held little malice. He was aware of his flaws, even if outwardly he refused to let them be known.
Sinking into a hunter's crouch, he surveyed the gangly looking legs of Crowell, and before letting the man finish he was already digging his heels into the ground and surging forward outstretched to nip at his ankles. The rogue might rear as he'd done prior, but Nox was ready to evade him this time.
RE: shark bait - Crowell - March 25, 2025
crowell watches with a twitch of his lip, tail flicking behind him like a slow metronome. the captain takes the bait—good. flame-bright eyes track nox’s crouch, calculating. reading. the bastard was fast when he wanted to be, and crowell ain’t keen on getting tagged just yet.
as the man lunges, teeth gunning for his legs, crowell kicks back in a leap, dirt flying in his wake.
hah! too slow, cap’n.the words come in a cackle, mocking, sharp.
yer gonna have t’ try harder than that.
he don’t strike back—yet. instead, he circles wide, steps light, loose. a game now. a test. teeth bared in a grin too wide to be friendly. he’d teach him alright—but only what nox could take.