backdated to mar 8
hours turned to days turned to weeks turned to —
chani kept track with an ever-growing pile of gnawed twigs.
rise. work. eat. sleep. work. eat. sleep. rise. work.
food kept her alive. labor peeled anything spare from her bones, projecting her pregnancy even further to the pirates.
and chani burned with hate.
chani kept track with an ever-growing pile of gnawed twigs.
rise. work. eat. sleep. work. eat. sleep. rise. work.
food kept her alive. labor peeled anything spare from her bones, projecting her pregnancy even further to the pirates.
and chani burned with hate.
March 24, 2025, 11:53 AM
Silently, Chacal kept an eye on her daughter and Mireille both; making sure to avoid conflict with the Murkwood wolves so long as the wound on her neck healed.
She toiled away as was expected, daydreaming about skinning the man who had pinned her daughter- skinning him alive while he cried out for mercy. She imagined dropping the one who had bitten her throat from Dragoncrest Cliffs- perhaps where the cliffs were lower, so she might be ruined on the rocks, but unable to move, and swept away by the tide.
It filled the time. And it gave her reason to continue.
She moved to her daughter’s side, aware of the growing pressure within her. She was days overdue, at least. Time had been difficult to gauge, but she knew that with the birth of Mireille’s children, her own should come soon.
But while she worked, her children became quite calm. Subdued, she hoped, and content to share in her daydreaming.
She’d stashed a fish snagged hastily from a tide pool, letting it dry out in the sun. It barely fit in her mouth when she collected it from its hidden perch, and brought it to her daughter. She watched for any sign of interest from guards, before she turned her back to the ocean, and opened her mouth wide so the fish could fall to the earth, its skin wrinkled from the salt. She nudged it toward Chani.
She toiled away as was expected, daydreaming about skinning the man who had pinned her daughter- skinning him alive while he cried out for mercy. She imagined dropping the one who had bitten her throat from Dragoncrest Cliffs- perhaps where the cliffs were lower, so she might be ruined on the rocks, but unable to move, and swept away by the tide.
It filled the time. And it gave her reason to continue.
She moved to her daughter’s side, aware of the growing pressure within her. She was days overdue, at least. Time had been difficult to gauge, but she knew that with the birth of Mireille’s children, her own should come soon.
But while she worked, her children became quite calm. Subdued, she hoped, and content to share in her daydreaming.
She’d stashed a fish snagged hastily from a tide pool, letting it dry out in the sun. It barely fit in her mouth when she collected it from its hidden perch, and brought it to her daughter. She watched for any sign of interest from guards, before she turned her back to the ocean, and opened her mouth wide so the fish could fall to the earth, its skin wrinkled from the salt. She nudged it toward Chani.
It can be assumed that if Chacal is speaking, she will be singing. Her speaking patterns will always have a melodic quality to them.
March 25, 2025, 01:18 AM
the black fog of his thoughts parts just enough for anger to burn through—seeing his wife being fed by another. even if it’s one of her pals. makes his teeth itch. makes his blood curdle.
he slinks down from the bluff, a shadow on long legs, tail raised like a crooked flag.
he draws close, leering down with flame-bright eyes.
he slinks down from the bluff, a shadow on long legs, tail raised like a crooked flag.
oi,he barks, voice slick as oil and just as foul.
’n what be this, then? sisters sharin’ snacks by the sea? ain’t that cozy.
he draws close, leering down with flame-bright eyes.
’ope ye brought enough fer me, too. wouldn’t want no favoritism, eh?he sneers, eyes flicking to the other one with mock sweetness.
pleasure t’ see ye again, missus. ye look fit fer burstin’. reckon it’s gonna be a busy spring.
March 25, 2025, 09:00 AM
he'd killed pepper.
pepper was dead.
crowell had ripped him apart.
pepper was dead.
chacal's appearance had the effect of a dam bursting for chani. as her mother silently offered the saltwater fish, she started to sob. jaws parted to speak, arms trembled for the tanzanite to hold her.
but a fetid shadow fell across them both, and her eyes fell with harsh dourness on the pirate who still believed she belonged to him.
and he thought them sisters! stupid! but it was just as well.
"she is, and so is mireille. when will de captain be movin' dem to a better place?"
pepper was dead.
crowell had ripped him apart.
pepper was dead.
chacal's appearance had the effect of a dam bursting for chani. as her mother silently offered the saltwater fish, she started to sob. jaws parted to speak, arms trembled for the tanzanite to hold her.
but a fetid shadow fell across them both, and her eyes fell with harsh dourness on the pirate who still believed she belonged to him.
and he thought them sisters! stupid! but it was just as well.
"she is, and so is mireille. when will de captain be movin' dem to a better place?"
March 25, 2025, 10:16 AM
She reached for her daughter, only to clutch her to her chest with curling claws as a sickening voice addressed them, uninvited.
It was the man who had held her daughter down.
The closer he came, the more Chacal’s fangs were revealed, and the darker her warning growl became. She released one limb from where it clutched Chani, slamming it down on the dried fish and with a movement deft but purposeful, she dragged it and snuck it beneath her daughter’s growing belly.
The tone of his voice changed when he spoke to Chani, who actually dignified the question with a response. Chacal lowered her growl to allow her daughter’s voice to carry, flicking her tongue over her teeth to keep them wet.
She, too, was keen to know when all three expecting mothers might be given a more comfortable place to whelp.
It was the man who had held her daughter down.
The closer he came, the more Chacal’s fangs were revealed, and the darker her warning growl became. She released one limb from where it clutched Chani, slamming it down on the dried fish and with a movement deft but purposeful, she dragged it and snuck it beneath her daughter’s growing belly.
The tone of his voice changed when he spoke to Chani, who actually dignified the question with a response. Chacal lowered her growl to allow her daughter’s voice to carry, flicking her tongue over her teeth to keep them wet.
She, too, was keen to know when all three expecting mothers might be given a more comfortable place to whelp.
It can be assumed that if Chacal is speaking, she will be singing. Her speaking patterns will always have a melodic quality to them.
March 27, 2025, 01:59 AM
crowell’s face twists when chani speaks, nose wrinkling at her tone. so cold. like he ain’t just done her a favor, giving her a place to rest her belly, food in her gut, protection.
his gaze cuts toward chacal, lingering on the fish she shields like it’s gold. his jaw ticks. the growl in her throat, the glint of fang—oh, she’s still got fire in her.
he eyes chani's belly with a pointed glance, then lets out a low, grating chuckle.
his gaze cuts toward chacal, lingering on the fish she shields like it’s gold. his jaw ticks. the growl in her throat, the glint of fang—oh, she’s still got fire in her.
dunno,he says with a shrug, tone flippant.
guess tha’s fer th’ cap’n t’ decide.then he leans in closer, tongue clicking behind his teeth.
but if it were up t’ me... i'd say ye be plenty comfortable right here. ain’t no use fussin’. ye ain't got long now.
he eyes chani's belly with a pointed glance, then lets out a low, grating chuckle.
ye should be thankin’ me, erzulie. ain't every man sticks ‘round fer his litter.
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