Sequoia Coast Don't Sass A Lass

Self-explanatory, wanna sass this lass? 

The crew was dying. She knew that very well. Only a handful of the members that first joined were still there, Sadie was tired of the boredom of being around the ship. The captain was away while she swabbie was never doing anything and the other women... well they were just as boring as hell sometimes. She felt Calypso played a cruel joke on her, perhaps she had done something to provoke the sea goddess?

Well, she would have to deal with that later. For the moment, Sadie was traveling down the coast with a scowl engraved into her features. Her dark lips were drawn back, beady honey eyes narrowed at the sand beneath her paws. Her tail lay flat, swinging with each step.

She had missed her chances of a good breakfast and was in need of food, fast too. Hopefully she would find something good to eat or just go empty for another hour or so before returning home.

She hadn’t initially planned to go west, but the open waters offered her an inviting breeze rather than the ridge of mountains that segregated the valley, which only offered exhaustion and needless toil. Jaguara did not think twice about taking the leisurely route, as she had no destination decided upon. She assumed she would know whenever she got there that it would be simply where she was meant to be. Pondering the sensation of sand between her toes, the dark silhouette of her figure hovered over a particular high dune where the rest of the coast unfurled until the shore met the lap of waves.

Her bi-colored gaze was easily drawn away from the sight of the sea to another haughty presence that rolled onto the scene. She didn’t openly approach hostility, as the stranger’s posture would make her come across as: aggressive, on edge. But she didn’t shy away either, remaining in clear view at the woman’s approach; although with the wind coming in from the west, and her habit for initial silence, she was not immediately aware if she’d been spotted. But she would be. Shadowing the she-wolf’s pace from her perch Jaguara inquired, “Tough morning?”

Don't mind me! Maude's stalking Sadie

Her mind had been clouded for a bit, the shock of finally meeting up with Ferahgo almost destroying the identity she had built up for herself. She was a girl, Calypso and Poseidon be damned, no matter what that little thing told everyone else. She spent that time realigning herself on the shores, not yet ready to return to the abandoned ship. And what for? With only her and two other wenches on board, Ferahgo was bound to pack up and move on. And what would she do? Would she return to Tortuga with him, or follow wherever he went? Would he care? Of course he would! He was the smart, brave, intelligent Cap'n Blackbeard. If he wanted, he could retake a crew back in Tortuga, with her at his side. She knew that.

Ah, but that changed nothing. She was bored as hell. No one to follow, no one to fawn over. She was lost in that pit of emptiness once more. Until...

The yellow woman's presence on the dunes hadn't surprised Maudie. There was naught else to do on the ship but scavenge for worthless bits. Here on the mainland however...

Maude felt her body respond to the woman's presence as she began to follow her course, trailing not too far behind. She was close enough to Sadie that she saw and heard the black female accost her, and close enough to sink her fangs into the black woman's neck if she made a wrong move. Secretly the pirate wench wished that, her tongue washing over her fangs as she longed for something other than the Cap'n for once.

Thanks for joining <3

It appeared that the sea wench was not alone, for a voice of another brought her attention. Her sour look wasn't moved at the lass before her. Her dark coat and different colored eyes made Sadie a bit curious, but not enough to sugar up her mood. "Ye could say that" she replied coldly, briskly shaking out the saltwater that dared stain her short fur.

Her golden eyes looked round the seashore, seeing that another shipmate was near. Ah, Maude. The mud-colored wolf who Sadie was on somewhat good terms was close by, her body almost visible. Sadie's scowl lightened a bit, but turned  back to the darker woman. "What's it to ye though?" She questioned wanting to know exactly.