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Post by Madame » Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:05 pm

The Arctic Islands loomed on the horizon as the Chinook crested a high wave on the K’haren Sea. In the midsection of the top deck, a grey fox leaned against the ship’s railing. He was clad in thick, puffy tan slacks with numerous colored patches sewn neatly into the fabric, sturdy black boots, a mid-length fur coat with a hood, and a set of black, fingerless gloves with shards of Slimtla Crystals set in them. Five weeks had flown by since the tod, Fiver, had met Kyran, the little sea otter from the Islands fated for only the gods knew what. An’ us along with ‘im, the thief reminded himself as a small chill traveled along his spine.

He still wasn’t entirely convinced that the gods were involved in the matter, though the child -- and his annoying pet rock, Sashandra -- declared that a bunch of old, giant otters had told him so when questioned. There was no arguing with a kit’s fantastic logic. Fiver acknowledged this fact and stopped asking. If the gods had a stake in the life of a lost otter and a thief, they would tip their paws when the appropriate time came. Until then, there was little more for the queer tod to do than carry on with life as he had always known it.

“Come back!” the sea otter kit in question raced by on the Chinook’s slick deck chasing after a paper hat Fiver had folded for him using a loose sheet of parchment. Well, perhaps not as he had always known it. The fox watched the child dodge past a few other passengers and sailors in pursuit of the wind-chased hat and couldn’t help a grin spreading across his muzzle.

Fiver had never enjoyed a childhood, not the comforts of a family, per se. His fellow trainees under Randall’s care were as close to the brothers as the tod could have hoped for, but even then…Well, brainwashing tended to destroy the bonds of brotherhood fairly early in life, though it made one quite self-sufficient after a sense. Still, it had hurt to have his ‘brothers’ become ‘strangers’ with the passing of the years. Kyran, though…

If’n the gods did chose us, we’re mighty grateful for the little brother, the grey praised even as he watched his ward trip over his over-sized, clumsy footpaws and go sprawling across the deck with a soft thud. The paper hat flitted past the stern railing, forever lost to the K’haren Sea. Kyran sat up, dazed, looking for his hat, then squeaked in alarm when he saw it falling toward the waves. Even if ‘e is an idiot sometimes.

Before Kyran could fling himself into the frigid ocean to retrieve the lost article, Fiver walked over and placed a paw on the child’s head. “Ain’t worth it, lit’le guv,” the grey counseled. “We’ll make ya a new one once we touch shore, eh? Speakin’ o’which, we’re fair certain we should reach the Islands by t’morrow mornin’. ‘Ow’s that fer ya?

“Touch ground, ‘ave ya practice yer thievin’, an’ then…” An’ then take ya back t’yer family, his mind finished unwillingly. They had come to the Arctic Islands for a purpose: to get Kyran back home. Suddenly, five weeks seemed altogether too short a time to have been away from home. Why, a proper journey outside the country lasted at least a year! And yet--

“Then what?” Kyran demanded, breaking the diminutive tod’s reverie.

“Then we’ll go’n visit ya family, lit’le guv,” Fiver had long ago perfected the fake smile he now used. “Won’t that be…nice?”
Last edited by Madame on Tue Jul 15, 2008 7:24 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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Post by WilkFiadh » Tue Jul 15, 2008 6:18 pm

Travelling, especially overseas, was not something Curcio did well. The freezing air stung his nose and the lack of land limited his magical abilities. But he could sense the Islands were at least nearby, and that seemed to help his nervousness. He had been forced to abandon his usual thin clothing in favor of some thick trousers and a fur lined jacket since his short auburn fur was not proper protection against the elements, which added another thing he wasn't used to as the scent of rabbit fur filled his nose with every breath.

The rocking of the ship as the northern waves pounded against it was wreaking havoc on the blind procyon's system. Causing him to stumble around on the upper deck in circles, and frequently bump into and trip over people. The olingo tapped his way across the decks trying to stay focused on not slipping on the slick surface. His mobility was usually not so compromised by harsh conditions, then again he was used to Mazan harsh conditions. Dust storms and heat waves he was used to, but the cold climate was alien to him. Leaving his home of Maze had been hard. But the country was falling apart at the seams, it had become hard to find work, even for a mage such as himself. So he had decided to migrate to a different country, and the cheapest one to get to to the moment was the Islands. So fate found him on the Chinook, tapping his way across the decks and smacking his cane into the shin of what smelled like a fox.
Curcio yelped and removed his walking stick. "Arrepentido, I did not see you there. It was, ah...accidente," he began apologizing in broken Edwinish to the victim of his clumsiness.
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Post by Cachinnus » Tue Jul 22, 2008 4:03 am

The whole ship became a little warmer as Kyran's face brightened at the prospect of seeing his family. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen them, and he missed them dearly."Yay!" he yelled, his whole body shaking with pure unbridled joy. He had not picked up Fiver's hesitation, and the tod's fake smile told the pup that his new friend was just as excited as he. It was clear that Kyran didn't know the implications of his return trip. It was obvious in the pup's mind that Fiver was going to stay with him. Why would he want to leave? He giggled at the thought of the fox swimming alongside himself and his siblings.

"We're gonna 'ave so much fun!" Kyran squealed, practically dancing on the slick deck. "Ev'ryone's gonna be so 'appy! Kyrene, Kyris, Kyle, Kylus, Kyla, Kyrith, Kyler, Kya, Kyros, Kylin an' Kyleigh, they're all gonna love yeh!" He said, reciting his siblings' names in a way that betrayed the notion that he had practiced the list for years. "You'll like Kylus an' Kyler, an' Kyrene's real nice, too. Kyla's jokes'll make you laugh. Kya might be shy, but give her a li'l time an' she'll like yeh too. Kyros might even..."

Kyran's musings were interrupted by the appearance of a red furred creature Kyran had never seen before. There were a great many beasts Kyran had leaned about since coming ashore, the most interesting and scary definitely being the lizards, as Kyran's traumatizing experience had left quite a horrific impression on the pup. This one was strange in the fact that it had a ridiculously long tail, and was hitting poor innocent creatures with his stick.

A giggle erupted from the little sea otter as this new creature whacked Fiver across the shins. He talked in an odd way, his accent thick and preventing Kyran from completely understanding him. Was he trying to apologize? Why didn't he just say he was sorry? Maybe he wasn't apologizing, but if that was so, it was very rude of him to whack somebeast with his cane and not say he was sorry.

"Hello!" Kyran said. Whether or not the beast was malicious or not, the sea otter pup was not one to ignore a chance to draw attention to himself when the opportunity arose. "My name's Kyran. Wot's yours?"
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Post by Madame » Thu Jul 24, 2008 3:52 pm

Fiver was imagining 12 Kyrans giggling and dancing around him in dizzying whirls when a sharp smack to his leg dismissed the fantasy. It hadn't hurt so much, owing to the thick pants he wore, as surprised queer tod who started and put up his arms instinctively. You couldn't not pick up a few die-hard habits, like immediately preparing to fight or flee, when your formative years were spent in an extreme version of boot camp. Once he saw that his 'assailant' was little more than a cacomistle-like creature, he let his guard down with a sheepish grin that was thoroughly wasted on the blind fur.

Mazan, too, eh? Fiver raised an eyebrow. "No pasa nada,*" the thief replied with what little Mazan he knew, waving a paw dismissively as Kyran launched into introductions. Being a world traveler, it helped to have general conversational skills in all the major languages. The tod was fluent in Domish and Edwinish with moderate competence in Gawainian and Kahunian, but his Yamanese, Mazan, Piriquese and Island dialects were spotty at the best of times. Luckily, Kyran was fluent in Edwinish as well as whatever other dialects he might speak -- If'n 'e does speak anythin' else. Just another example of the cat country's sphere of influence.

"Er...Yo hablo un...un poco Mazan,**" Fiver tried, knowing he was speaking as brokenly in Mazan as the olingo was in Edwinish. Hopefully, this fellow spoke more Edwinish than was readily apparent from his apology. If not, it was going to be a very short, very awkward conversation...at least for two of them. The little sea otter was bouncing gleefully on the balls of his footpaws waiting for a reply. "Désol-- non non. De nad...Zut! Mais non! Lo siento! Lo siento por mi Mazan y le garç-- el chico.***"

Getting confused as his native Domish tried to chase out the Mazan he was dredging from his memory, the thief wisely held his tongue waiting for the blind fur to reply to Kyran. Maybe all this wasn't actually necessary.

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Post by WilkFiadh » Thu Jul 24, 2008 4:33 pm

The greeting had Curcio confused for a bit, if the fox was in front of him then why was there a voice coming from down there? And why did this grown fur sound like a- oh that's why. Curcio snapped his fingers when the realization finally dawned on him, though a fox having an otter (or at least what smelled like one,) for a child seemed preposterous...maybe the little pup was adopted? Ah well it didn't matter much. Curcio swung his cane out gently to locate the otter, he tapped on the pup's tail for a moment before moving his head in the right direction so it wouldn't seem he was talking to air. Well, he probably was, he was usually an inch off on these things but at least he wasn't looking in the completely opposite direction.

"Hello, er, Kyran," he said trying not to botch up the name with his accent like he so commonly did. "And My name is Curcio," he told the hyper otter. He extended a paw out for a handshake but quickly pulled it back when he realized he was probably trying to shake the hand of the ship's railing or something equally in the wrong direction.

When the fox began attempting to speak to him in Mazan, and began thoroughly making a mess of his sentences, Curcio couldn't help but chuckle. Well it was more like a snicker that he tried to muffle with his paw in the hopes that his giggling wouldn't offend the fox. "Oh, I speak enough Edwinish you know," he replied, his language much smoother than last time. "I was just a bit startled. I didn't expect there to be something in front of me so suddenly," Curcio gestured blankly at the air in front of him. His Edwinish was decent, though his accent tended to muddle up some of the words, it was all still fairly clear. But moments of surprise saw him shifting back into his native tounge. "Like you popped out of thin air, this da- er boat is mixing me up," He attempted not to curse incase the otter pup was as impressionable as Curcio's brothers and sisters had been.
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Post by Cachinnus » Thu Jul 31, 2008 4:03 am

Kyran darted around the strange creature as his cane snaked out to strike him as he had Fiver. The pup didn't go far, however, as his large floppy feet tripped himself up and Kyran fell gracelessly to the ground. He tried scrambling away, but the cane was able to tap his tail before he could circle around the animal. He giggled as his hand reached out into empty space. Obviously the otter had confused him about his location.

He could not understand the words Fiver spoke, and it was terribly difficult to understand Curcio with his accent and all. Point was, Kyran was losing interest fast, and as he was no longer the center of attention, he had a strong desire to shift the focus back towards himself.

"Ah'm 'ungry," he declared, pulling on Fiver's coattails. He added a whining tinge to his voice to make himself sound more pathetic. He had found that the more pitiable one became, beasts tended to pay more attention to you and you seemed to get your way more often. And what was not to pity about him? Kyran couldn't remember the last time he ate, not to mention he was still missing his hat. He'd have to pester Fiver about making him another one.
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Post by ShelbytheWolf » Wed Oct 08, 2008 6:56 pm

Also on the top deck stood a white husky wearing heavy coats that were his solace from the cold. He had a grim expression that showed it was unwise to meet him in a dark alley. In his left paw, he gripped a large staff about 6 feet long that went an inch above the husky's head. In his wake was a wolf, much shorter than him, but yet much younger.

"Eith," the wolf looked up at him, her bronze-blonde hair cascading from her forehead to her shoulders, "What do you see?"

Eith grinned cockily at his companion who was standing at the level of his chest, "Ah, seals. Strange creatures those seals. I remember once as a pup, I went with my grandfather to hunt some."
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Post by Nekoni » Sun Nov 08, 2009 3:17 am

- Well i wouldn't-

Thought the young cat on top of the railing, looking at the distant land. Drinking the last zip of liquor he had the cold started to hit his bones again. If there was any other thing he hated most that his empty stomach, it was that awful weather against his whiskers makeing every muscle in his body to stand still.

Still chilling agains the cold bars, his hazel eyes drop to the pen in his hand, and to the inscription into it.

"Where every heart freezes and where every dream dissappears, thats where the colors of the rainbow start"

After much digging and searching, he found that it was an old saying of leyend in the Islands, and that it referd of a place that no soul ventures to go. Not because of the danger or the miles of snow infront of it, simply because it will only appear to those damned by the gods, foolish enough to search for the ending of their lifes.

Well, little did he care about death or suffering, but he did feared what would happend if he coudnt find the owner of the pen.

Lost in his thought, he stop his eyes in a lonly paper hat that seems to have been dragged by the waves. With a smile on his face, he remembered his older brother teachings and ripped a piece of paper out of his journal to go back in his memory.

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