The Wreckage

Subject: The Wreckage Sat Feb 01, 2014 5:17 pm

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The Ship Wreckage

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Right near the shore but still halfway in the water is the wreckage of the ship that had brought many of the canines to this mysterious island. Canines are still capable to swim up into the wreckage to look for possible supplies and also look around the wreckage. It looks rather dangerous on the inside of the wreckage so unless given exact order or given permission by an alpha it is forbidden to go near it to avoid any deaths. The wreckage is placed practically right on the shore right now, though its submerged half way in deeper waters and broken up and also expected to move farther out into the sea with time.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sat Mar 08, 2014 12:31 am

Out of the corner of his eye, Lash saw the look Holster gave him. Lash chose to ignore it. As Holster's attention shifted, Lash took the free moment to study him again. Holster was much smaller than Lash himself, which varied with dogs. He was built much differently. There were some similarities, but beyond being vaguely related Lash and Holster seemed nothing alike.

Lash also walked further down the beach. The air was heavy with the scent of dogs, wolves and humans alike. Blood was also a thick sheet over everything. Lash couldn't pick out many specific scents, let alone if there were still living animals. Lash watched the wind blowing the fur of the dead canines. Nothing else moved, even at Holster's call.

Lash twitched uncertainly and slowly walked down among the corpses. He began to touch them, softly, with his paw or nose, trying to find signs of life. Some of the corpses had traces of heat left - they hadn't been dead too long. But nearly all of them were ice cold. They'd died much earlier. Lash wondered how long had passed from the crash to the first survivor awakening. It could've been minutes or it could've been hours. Lash hoped that whoever died had not had to suffer. Lash could only imagine the torture of lying in the sand, or trapped among broken boards, unable to move as your life ebbed away. Watching your blood seep from your wounds. The excruciating pain. Maybe some of them had listened to the luckier survivors escape, gather, speak, only to die anyways - alone.

Lash shuddered at his own morbid thoughts
No canine had responded yet.
They were dead.

Mentioned: Holster ||
Addressed: N/A ||
Word Count: 278 ||
Side Notes: This was a really ramble-ly post. I tried.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Mar 09, 2014 12:58 am

Desta watched, wide-eyed, as a dog with an injured tail and another wolf walked further out on the beach, calling out to the canines that lay scattered, their fur slicked by waves and dampened by spray. The foam, normally bubbly and inviting, was tinged pink with blood. Desta stood up, craning her neck. Surely somebody would raise their head and bark weakly. Even a twitch of an ear or paw would signal that one of the canines was alive.

Nothing moved save for the breeze rustling the canids' fur.

Desta sucked in a breath. All dead. All of them? Surely that was impossible. If there were already so many of them, it would make sense that there would be more. They couldn't all be dead.

But they seemed to be. None of them responded to the dog and the wolf.

Desta figured she shouldn't get herself separated from the group. Who knew what kind of dangerous things came out of the forest at night? She picked her way up the beach, avoiding bodies and blood stains as best as she could. At one point, she tripped on a piece of driftwood and put her paw on a dead wolf's tail. She leapt away, shuddering. It was eerie to step on a wolf and not have the wolf sit up or snap at you.

She moved closer to the dog and wolf, walking slowly and favoring her injured paw. She would have to socialize with the strangers, whether she liked it or not. It was nonnegotiable.

Desta opened her mouth to say something, then stopped. What was she going to say? It seemed like there wasn't anything to say while surrounded by the bodies of canines.

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Word count: 287
Addressed: Nobody
Mentioned: Holster, Lash
Notes: this is bad

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Mon Mar 17, 2014 10:31 pm

Alahya nodded, stepping back as the dog told her that he'd go to look for survivors. She opened her mouth, about to say something, but he was walking away before she could speak. Useless. They're dead, she told herself, holding back a whimper. All you have is memory. Sighing, the swift fox looked back to the wreckage, looking at all the damage and bodies. Maybe they were out there. The others would probably find their dead and broken bodies. It was obvious that she was the only one of her friends who lived. There were no other foxes as far as she could tell. This made Alahya nervous. She didn't want to get stuck in this place with only wolves and dogs. One of them could easily make a meal of her, and if food was scarce.. she made a mental note to leave whenever this was all sorted out.

But that idea was also foolish, she realized. Surviving alone wasn't exactly her forte. Alahya had never been in the wild before. She wouldn't last a week. She didn't know how to hunt or heal herself. Heck, she couldn't tell her east from west. Where did the sun rise again? Was it west? All the information that she had been taught by the older foxes in the breeder's house had gone out the window. Zoom, gone. She had thought that she would never need it. How wrong she was. How horribly, stupidly wrong she was. Now she was stuck here with a bunch of wolves and dogs. Alahya couldn't deal with this. She.. she didn't know what to think of the situation anymore. She wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Or wake up. That was it. This was just a dream. Just a dream. A dream. Wake up, snap out of it, she snarled to herself.

"Alahya, would you help and keep pressure on this while I get some more supplies?" Felicity's voice startled her, and Alahya gave a small yelp, snapping out of her mental state. "Yepp!!" Alahya's eyes grew wide, not expecting Felicity to sneak up on her like that. She tried to act natural. "Um, yeah," she said softly, flicking her tail, trying to brush off her startled reply.

Alahya tried to leave her past in the dust as she did what Felicity asked of her.

Word Count- 395
Addressed- Holster, Felicity
Mentioned- Holster, Felicity, the other foxes with her
Comments- another short post sorry

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Tue Mar 18, 2014 4:42 am

Excited chatter swarmed her dark ears. She was dazed by the news she was recently told by the captain. She had betray them and she was to be rid of soon.

"Throw 'er overboard!" The excited chatter stopped at the gruff voice of their captain.

"Slade please!" She cried out. "I'm sorry, please don't throw me out." Drip. She blinked as a drop of water hit her nose. 'Great it's going to storm.' She looked at the grey, charcoal, and black brute with pleading eyes. Only to be met with cold black eyes. "Please it's going to storm."

He looked amused by her rambling. "Please, don't throw me overboard. Please, please it's gonna storm." He mocked. "You shoulda thought'a that before you betray us love." He smirked. His smirk grew. "And ta think you call yerself a pirate. Lettin' love get in the way of your duties." She watched helplessly as he nodded to his two henchmen as she referred to them as and they started toward her.

"Slade. Please." She tried helplessly before she was forced back by the two oversized brutes. She tried to dart around them but she was quickly grabbed by the scruff of her neck quite painfully. She could feel the sticky sensation of blood leaking from her neck as she was forced overboard.

She gasped as the cold water hit her full force. Scrambling to keep herself up she helplessly looked up to what was her home for all of her life. "Hope ya can swim love." He lifted a paw and pointed behind her. "Look yer dear ol' captain was sweet enough to give ya a chance." He smirked and turned away.

"Slade!" She called after him, gasping while trying to keep herself above water. She was ignored, it was hopeless. She attempted heading toward the island, trying to ignore the booming sounds of the storm above her. A sudden wave crashed over her and sent her spiraling into a large rock sticking out of the ocean. Black filled her vision and the last thing she saw was a flash of lightning.

She awoke with a gasp and began coughing up salt water as soon as she opened her eyes. Once her fit of coughing was over she sighed and fell back to where she was laying on the sand. Her body was sore and she could feel blood leaking from her leg, probably from the rock and her eyes burned from the salt water.

She sighed. "Great job Air, way to get yourself kicked off the ship." The smell of blood began prodding at her nostrils. 'Am I covered in blood or something?' She questioned silently in her head.

Her bi-coloured eyes drifted open again and she yelped, finding herself face to face with a bloodied, dead body of a human. She stood up quickly and finally took in her surroundings. There were dead bodies strewn everywhere. Canines and humans, all bloodied and dead. The sand was soaked with crimson liquid, obviously blood from all the dead bodies.

A wave of dizziness washed over her, struggling to keep her balance she limped up the beach toward the forest. Her vision was growing blurry and everything was starting to swirl together but she managed to see there were paw prints in the sand.

Once she reached the grass that lead to the forest she stopped walking and almost collapsed. She managed to sit and hold herself up. Her bi-coloured orbs searched for any other signs of survivors, she didn't have to search very far though. She easily spotted an multi-coloured blob moving around.

"Jeez how hard did I hit my head." She murmured and blinked a few times. Her dizziness was gone but the blurred vision wasn't. Once she could somewhat see straight she noted that there was a fox, a couple of dogs, and the rest were wolves in the group.

Word Count: 649
Addressed: Herself? xD
Mentioned: The group
Notes: She was knocked unconscious by the rock so when everyone was yelling and checking for survivors she couldn't hear them and her breathing was so shallow it wasn't noticeable that she was alive.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Thu Mar 27, 2014 5:09 pm

It's been almost a month so I'm just going to get Red back into RP again.

Redbeard’s restlessness was evident in every fibre of his being, his body language screaming it as he pined for something useful that he could do. He shuffled his weight slowly over his forelegs, trying to contain himself and remove some of the uncertainly from his mind by finding something that would take his mind of the sheer unusualness of this situation. But that was his dilemma because he found there was nothing much he could do to help, the simple magnitude of the event meaning it over whelmed him and left him a little awestruck, with him not knowing what it was he could do to benefit the gathered group. Unlike the designated medics he had no skills in healing that would aid those who were hurt and resuming a position of leadership seemed like a bad idea given that Jamia had appointed herself as in charge even if it was currently an unofficial position. There was nothing much he could do, no real opportunities he could seize in order for him to fit in and make himself useful. He hated the feeling; his mind angered by the situation being so out of his control as well as being irritated that he had no specialised skill that could be deemed valuable in this instance.

The wolf he had addressed said nothing and Redbeard’s attention span dwindle to boredom, standing still and waiting contributing majorly to his agitation. He had thought rounding up other wolves and dogs alike would be the best thing he could contribute to the group, after all there could be any number of survivors still out there somewhere on the beach, but now he was doubting its usefulness. He was hardly the comforting type, hardly blessed with a welcoming tone of voice and the ability to make others feel safe and at home as instead he was quite the opposite. His main traits were being cold, not friendly at all and distant as well. It would be no surprise if he failed at even this simple task that he had set himself, not being the best at the whole empathy thing that was so evidently needed in this situation. However when the wolf he addressed failed to say anything he still looked around again for someone else to talk to, knowing that venturing back down the beach and double checking all of the bodies would be a great way to spend his time. “I’m just going to go walk down the beach, check for any more survivors.” He grunted, his words directed at no one in particular.

He didn’t have to walk that far before he found someone, his lumbering gait covering the ground at a steady pace before he came to a standstill again. Before him, sitting on the grass near where the beach ended and the forest began, was a female wolf. Her fur was the darkest of black and her eyes, her eyes were most unusual, with one an emerald green colour and the other a sapphire blue. She had three silver earrings and a look that made Red question whether she was just like him; a pirate. If she was like him in being a seafaring canine then he would no doubt find it easier to get alone with her. “Say lass, you okay there?” He asked with a tone that was blunt and business like before he reminded himself that he was meant to be trying to come across as friendly. He perked an ear curiously, a brow raising as he went on to question “Name’s Redbeard, who are you?” He asked, pathetic attempt at socialising by any standards.

Word Count: 607 Addressed: Ayeria Mentioned: Lennox

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Thu Mar 27, 2014 5:41 pm

She sat there trying to breathe, her head was still spinning. She coughed once more, still feeling like there was salt water in her lungs. The salty taste lingered on her tongue. Her eyes were still burning, and her mind was reeling. 'How did the wreck happen...?' Her bi-toned orbs surveyed the shore again. Who was she kidding. No one else was still alive.

"Say lass, you okay there?" The sudden voice caused her head to snap in the direction of the rust-toned male. The quick movement made her head spin again and she had to quickly move her fores farther apart to balance herself before she fell.

"Jus' dandy." She muttered, her pirate 'accent' showing through. She rarely spoke like a pirate but sometimes it slipped. She tried to focus on him again but with how dizzy she felt it seemed as if there were two of him. Her pupils were shrinking then dilating as she tried focusing. She seemed as though she was staring off into space. "'m so dizzy." She murmured to herself but he could probably hear her.

"The name's Redbeard, who are you?" He spoke again. She finally managed getting her eyes to focus on him for the most part. He was a rust coloured dog that looked oddly like what she believed the humans called a Golden Retriever and his eyes were as blue as the ocean itself.

"Ayeria." She murmured. Her head had stopped spinning but her body suddenly felt too heavy to hold up so she let her fores slide across the terrain so she could lay on the ground. "Say, doesn't sea water make you really sick?" She looked up at him lazily, it was evident in her face that she didn't feel the greatest. She noticed the golden rings looped on his ear. 'So he must be a pirate too, explains why he talks like he does.'

Word Count: 317
Addressed: Redbeard
Mentioned:
Notes: Hah her dizziness is based off of how I've been the past two days. I stand up too fast and my vision goes black and I get really dizzy and almost collapse. Can't eat much either.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Fri Mar 28, 2014 8:14 pm

As soon as Red had something to focus on he began to feel better, his mind stopped thinking about the great big mess of carnage all around and allowed him to think about just one small and manageable thing. He could deal with talking to just one wolf and as much as he hated slow progress the one step at a time technique was really helping him come to terms with what had happened the past day. It had been stressful for him even though he would deny that it had affected him at all, after all he didn't want to be the one crumbling under the pressure and stress. There were all these new and unfamiliar wolves and dogs around him and being weak just wasn't an option, Red just didn't let himself do that, not when there was the option of acting brave and strong instead. The last day had been tough and he was coming to terms with his ship being gone, a ship he had spent most of his life on, and now he was dealing with not knowing whether his good friends were dead or not. He didn't want others knowing that the whole scenario got to him, he didn't want to be seen shedding a tear over the poor souls lost a sea. So; filling his mind and taking one step at a time seemed like a good idea just to get him through the day, keeping him sane until they got a little closer to regaining order and routine again.

The female turned out to be great distraction, her response filling his ears which once again perked curiously upon hearing a sound from her. "Jus' dandy." The first word she uttered gave it all away, pirate, she definitely was a pirate. The lingo, the accent, the earrings -- it all added up. Red found himself grinning when he made that realisation for it meant they had something in common and if he was going to try to be social then that was a positive. He knew how to talk to other pirates, he knew their principles and how to act around them which was something he did not know how to do around your average wild or captive canine. Pirates were who he was familiar with, whereas the others in the gathered group were new to him and he wasn't too sure how their minds worked or what was deemed acceptable to them. His grin soon vanished however when he realised the true meaning of the female's word, despite saying she was fine she meant the opposite and that soon became apparent as she stared at him as if her gaze was unfocused and then muttered "I'm so dizzy."

"Ayeria." "Ayeria?" As soon as she had spoken of her name the dog repeated it to himself, his voice but a mutter above the sound of waves crashing onto the beach in the distance. He'd remember that name for sure, no doubt. "A pleasure to meet ya, lassy." Red grinned again but this time honestly as he had a feeling that he was going to get on well with Ayeria, another pirate for him to talk to among the group that was otherwise made up of "Landlubbers." He could see how talking to others of his kind would help him as after all if there was another group of pirates nearby he hoped to join them; hoping desperately to get back into his old life of travelling the seas and searching for notoriety. As much as he was glad that he had found others on this island he still hoped for more, hoped that there would be an escape or a place for him to call his own.

"Say, doesn't sea water make you really sick?" When Redbeard's attention was brought back to the female upon hearing her voice he found that she was slouching down, but at least it seemed to help her balance a little. "I don't normally go 'round drinking the stuff, But I get what ya mean." The male chortled a few deep syllables humorously but in truth understood full well what Ayeria was getting at. If she'd been washed up here then she might have swallowed the water and salty and freezing as it was he doubted that was a pleasant thing. In fact, reflecting on it, it was a miracle that he had not swallowed any water after being beached here. It seemed they had both escaped with different grievances; the female looking sick and Red with his bruises. He corrected himself though when he realised that he didn't know whether the ebony furred wolf was injured or not, he'd yet to establish that. "You're not hurt none are ya? No broken bones or nothing?" The setter questioned before lowering himself to a sitting position in order to join the female, taking the weight of his paws for just a few moments.

Word Count: 825 Addressed: Ayeria Mentioned: Group on beach

Bane had no idea why he was so cold; so very, very cold. His fur was drenched with bitter liquid and he had no idea why, pulses of water swelling up around him and threatening to drown him before they depleted, dragging themselves back away again before the process repeated again and again seemingly endlessly. He felt numb and devoid of feeling; if he hadn’t know any better he would have thought he was dying, his heart rate slowing as he calmly faded away. It took him a while to realise that this wasn’t dying, this was just waking up. His heart had been racing in his chest under some sort of stress but now it was calming, his breathing had been laboured but now he found it easier to fill his lungs with cool clean air. His mind was beginning to understand what was happening to him although it was slow progress, feeling steadily returned to his weakened body but once again that was something that could not be rushed.

His eye lids rose slowly revealing the shocking pure white pigment of his actual eye, his normally large dark pupils shirking as light flooded in and he groaned in annoyance and winced as he blinked back the brightness. That was the next thing he noticed returning to him; sound. His own voice was weak, coarse and quiet compared to the waves. Yes, that’s what the water was, waves. Working out that gave him new insight as to where he was and he learnt he was on a beach, the sand beneath him a coarse bed for him to lie on. Slowly the puzzle pieces fell into place. He’d been captured with his sister, they been put in those strange metal cages that had made him feel claustrophobic and then they’d been on that boat; a massive lump of metal that sailed the seas. Then there had been the storm, oh how he remembered the storm, lightening had struck and illuminated the interior of his metal prison and the crash of thunder had deafened him. Then there’s been water, an entire ocean drowning him and now he was here washed up on a beach. It wasn’t hard to put one and one together and work out what had happened.

Then the question hit him; where was hit sister. She had been on that boat with him and not too far away, he hadn’t been able to see her since the cage contraption had blocked his view but he had been able to hear her throughout the journey. Where was she now, was she on the beach with him or was she still trapped on the boat? The uncertainly struck panic into the wolf’s heart and he instantly felt the urgent need to get up and look for her, after all she could be in danger or injured or worse. With renewed energy he struggled to his paws, his balance off and he stumbled several times as his rear legs failed to obey his commands to move properly. It took him a good five or so minutes before he even managed to stand and when he did his legs were splayed out like a new born deer just learning to walk, his wary eyes flickering around. Once again that’s when something else struck him; something even more alarming then the thoughts of his sister. He was surrounded by the dead. Behind him nothing but the endless expanse of murderous ocean and in every other direction were bodies. He recognised none but yet was still overwhelmed with instant sorrow as well as a good deal of disgust. The figures lay lifeless and scattered about as if they were mere bits of seaweed discarded by the merciless sea, the smell of wounds and blood fresh in the air.

Bane’s mind raced, his panic levels rising. There was such a great loss of life and in that moment he realised the power of the sea and looking up he realised he was stuck between it and the unknown of wherever on earth he was and only to add to it he didn’t have his sister by his side. Suddenly in that moment he was hit with full sensation again; all the noises too loud and the light too bright, the thoughts in his head pounding just a bit too loudly. The one question hit him again and again. Where was his sister? Where was she? For a moment his mind even dared to think the worst; that she was among the dead and this didn’t help Bane’s fragile state at all. He sunk back down until he was sitting in a slouched position, the claws on his fore legs digging into the saturated grainy sand and his breathing laboured.

His head was a mess.

Addressed: No one (Open to conversation)
Mentioned: His sister, those dead on the beach
Mood: Stunned and then panicky
Word Count: 800
Side Notes: By the end of the post he's having a small panic attack so if anyone wants to talk to him to reassure him feel free.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Fri Mar 28, 2014 9:16 pm

Despite her lack of focus, once her pirate accent as she called it slipped through she saw he visibly relaxed. He must be panicky right now, who knows how many people he's lost. She decided to question him on it later. Her bi-coloured eyes trailed to the group before sliding back to him.

"Ayeria?" He questioned. He was silent for a moment before adding on, "It's a pleasure to meet ya, lassy." She nodded. Well if his looks didn't scream pirate the way he spoke definitely did. She knew how she looked definitely screamed pirate, fur that is as black as the darkest depths of the ocean where the sun cannot reach with even darker rings around her multicolored orbs and not to mention her earrings.

"A real pleasure, yeah?" She smirked playfully. She couldn't help but feel a bit sick from the stomach full of salt water that she was forced to swallow while being dragged to this damned place. Her head was pounding with a migraine headache. She felt like someone was pounding on those things called drums, but in her head.

"I don't normally go 'round drinking the stuff, But I get what ya mean."

"It'd be much better if I didn't have a gut full'a sea water." She grinned, her eyelids falling slightly closed. Her mind drifted to thinking about why she was here. Pft, love. How could she be so stupid as to think that a pirate like her could ever find love. She grew up a pirate, therefore she would always be one.

"You're not hurt none are ya? No broken bones or nothing?"

She chuckled at the question. "Eh no broken bones as far as I know. Pretty sure I mighta smacked my head off a rock. My leg hurts but only seems scraped up. 'Side from that I got a pounding headache and my stomach is bringing new meaning to 'seasick.'"cShe smirked at her own little joke. Her ebony ears twitched, causing the earrings to jingle a little. Well if he hadn't noticed them before then he certainly did now. She felt more relaxed having another pirate around so she allowed her head to drop on her paws but she still managed to look up at him.

"So who are the others?" She asked, she suddenly got another wave of dizziness that washed over her. Everything seemed to get much darker before going back to normal. While this happened her pupils shrank to be about the size of a needle making it rather obvious for the male, if he was paying attention, that something was not right.

Word Count: 436
Addressed: Red
Mentioned: The group
Notes: Gosh Red, sorry for the short post. I have a migraine headache right now but wanted to at least reply. Sorry for the fact that it's like half the amount that you posted. Bad muse due to being so sick.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sat Mar 29, 2014 3:07 am

Alvadia huffed as she trotted along the edge of the tree line. She was chuckling to herself for no reason. In fact, she had been laughing to herself for a while. Her feet were sore, her eyes were sore, her nose was bleeding for an unknown reason, yet she continued to laugh. Well, the fae had lost her mind... after all, she believes that all the wolves and dogs she had seen on the island were fake... but weren't they?

The russet she-wolf continued along the tree line, chuckling, muttering words that meant nothing, hanging her head low and breathing. Oh how she continued to breath. Why though? This life was a torture and she hated every moment of it. There were so many times she wished she could have just ended yet she couldn't. She could never have the courage to stab herself or drown or fall off a large cliff or, or... She just couldn't think of anything that would be quick, quiet and that she wouldn't even know of. She hated this world, oh how she dreaded being apart of it... But she loved it too. How her mind played tricks, how she has freedom to do whatever she pleases, how she can eat what she wants, drink what she wants and the ship! Oh the forest ship was all hers. I fine ship it is... even if it cannot sail. Though that doesn't stop her mind from trying.

The fae continued along the tree line, muttering and laughing and muttering some more...

Word count: numbers || Tagged: Nobody! || Messages: Bloop....

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Mar 30, 2014 3:41 pm

Vivian

A sliver of light flashed to life as Vivian's eyelids cracked open. Shutting them again briefly, the yearling opened them again and widened them so as to take in what was before her. Wreckage. That was all she saw, and was she in a ship? Gosh she didn't know, but she also didn't care either. Lifting her head a few inches off the ground, she winced as a sharp pain blazed through her forehead as if she had just bonked her head on a tree trunk. She was groggy, and her throat was so dry if you stuck a finger in there it could be used as sandpaper.

Swallowing with a little effort, she shakily stood up on her four paws like a newborn horse standing and walking for the first time. Taking a step outside, the sun revealed her to the outside world. Her fur was ruffled and bunched up in random places as if she had a bed head, only on her entire body. There was a massive wound on her shoulder just a little bigger than the size of her paw, with burgundy blood crusted over and messily blending with the fur so that it just looked awful. Other tiny scratches beneath her fur stung, but she winced when she started flexing her shoulder, as the wound started to sting like being slapped backhanded across the face.

Finally as her vision sharpened from the blurriness it had been before, like a kid without glasses and her eyes got used to the sunlight, her breathing quickened as panic started to enfold her. "W-what.. what is this place? Where am I?" Her voice was loud.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Mar 30, 2014 7:27 pm

"It'd be much better if I didn't have a gut full'a sea water." Redbeard huffed in understanding; there was no need for the female to elaborate as it now made full sense to him why she was feeling so sickly. The salty water churning endlessly and the bitter taste still lingering in the mouth, just the thought of it made Red remember his first days on board the boat he had later called home, when he had yet to get his sea legs and the air was thick with a reminder that he was stuck out in a seemingly vast ocean. The sea was foul like that and its ability to create sickness among those who tried to tame it was just another sign of who was really in charge. Redbeard had only ever experienced seasickness in its normal common form before but what the female suffered from was a different ailment entirely, just with the same symptoms of nausea that Red was well aware of. Redbeard sympathised with female, as much as he could sympathise being quite cold and distant as he habitually was.

It was so evident that Ayeria was sick, her focus seeming off and her eyes drooping closed now and again and if she were tired. Red was almost concerned; he knew getting the female back to the rest of the group would be the best idea as there they could seek treatment for her but he also knew that there were far more injured wolves then there were healers, so most if not all of the healers would be busy already. Besides, could the dark furred female even walk in her current condition and did she actually want to be helped, she might want to avoid the group altogether for some weird reason. This is why Red was annoyed and felt powerless; if he had some skills in healing then he would have been able to help Ayeria here and now without a worry but without that ability he was useless. At least he felt reassured when the female said she didn’t have any broken bones; scraps yes but they could be treated and concussion maybe but nothing that would immediately affect her or cause her to bleed to death right in front of his very eyes. She would get better unlike many of the more unfortunate canines on the beach; he was sure of it in his own mind.

"So who are the others?" Redbeard looked over his shoulder to the group that still dwelled on the beach. He only knew the name of one of them, and that was Jamia, meaning he only officially knew two out of the god knows how many other stranded canines. “Other survivors.” He began simply, turning his head back around to focus on the she-wolf. “Thar's a leader, sorta, her name’s Jamia. Then there’s the others, I don’t know ‘em all that well though. Thar's healers who could help ya, make ya feel better.” Jamia had told him that there were medics there who were willing to help although the dog was still not sure who they were exactly or whether they were good at their profession but all the same a medic was a medic and Ayeria was sick. “Ya can go an’ meet ‘em and get help, if ya think ya can walk.” He muttered, feeling as if the only way he could help was to direct the female over to were others would be able to help her.

Word Count: 589 Addressed: Ayeria Mentioned: Group on beach, Jamia, Healers Notes: It's okay, Ayeria, no rush to post. Also I'm sorry this post is kinda derpy, I'm really tried today

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Mar 30, 2014 8:10 pm

She chuckled inwardly at how lost he looked. He must be struggling to find something to occupy his mind, even a tough pirate can lose his mind when he's lost his crew. She glanced to the others when he started talking. Just other survivors, so he didn't know everyone yet. She honestly didn't know if she could trust any of them. From the looks of it none of them were pirates, anyone who isn't a pirate generally dislikes them and would rather pirates be gone.

"Thar's a leader, sorta, her name’s Jamia."

"So everyone's runnin' round like chickens without heads." She murmured quietly. Her dizziness was subsiding so she figured she could walk over. "Mm, I can walk over. Might need a bit 'a yer help if I get dizzy." She figured at most she would need to lean against him, but didn't know if he'd be comfortable with some random wolf he just met leaning against him. She knew how a lot of dogs were, their masters don't like wolves so neither do the dogs. More than half of the dogs she'd met before were all afraid of her. Probably because of how she looked. Jet black fur, towering over most dogs, two coloured eyes making her seem crazy, and the earrings to show off she was indeed a pirate. Of course they would be scared.

"I might jus have to sleep it off." She pointed out. She noticed her 'accent' was slipping away now that she wasn't dizzy as hell. She slowly climbed to her paws and glanced down at the rusted male. "Ya guys know if there's any berries or anythin round here?" The salty taste in her mouth was far from the most desirable thing in the world. She was beginning to go insane from only being able to smell and taste salt. Her mind drifted back to the mixed berry bowls they would have on rare occasions when Slade was in a good mood. Most of the time it was strawberries and blueberries, but sometimes there were raspberries which were her favorite.

"Thar's healers who could help ya, make ya feel better."

She thought about what he said, could they help her? "Dunno know if they could help the concussion I probably got but if they wanna wrap my leg with some leaves that would be helpful. Don't want a infection." She stated, more to make conversation than actually voice what she thought but deep down she was hoping they might know something that could help her pounding headache.

Word Count: 424
Addressed: Red
Mentioned: The group
Notes: D8 Crappy post.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Mar 30, 2014 9:54 pm

Lash hated this. The carnage. Why did it have to happen this way? Certainly, Lash hadn't wanted to be on that boat, moving again, trapped among humans. Lash had wished to live free, in the wild once more. And his dream had technically come true. Here he was, free from his captivity, far from any humans, left to his own devices in the wild.
The world had a sense of humor about it all, apparently.

Lash had never wished for such carnage and horror. But there was still a part of him that had no regrets.

Lash did not like that part of him. Not at all.

"W-what.. what is this place? Where am I?"

Lash heard the new voice pierce the air and he looked up. It was a young voice, which made him shiver slightly. Lash scanned the beach, trying to find the source of it. When he did, he sighed.

Lash saw the young she-wolf as she blinked hard in the light. Poor yearling, Lash thought. He thought this was hard - and it must have been even worse for this young wolf. Lash carefully approached her, not wanting to scare her.

"Hello." Lash said cautiously. "Are you alright?"
As he drew closer, Lash noticed the wound on her shoulder. He quickly amended his words and said, "We can help you, there are some healers here."

Mentioned: Vivian, Felicity, Alahya || Addressed: Vivian || Word Count: 228 || Side Notes: derp

Felicity left Alahya with Eren and went further into the trees. She remained fairly close, hesitant to go too far away. Felicity sniffed the air, tracking down the plants she needed. She could still hear the others, but the reprieve was nice. Everything was so chaotic. Felicity didn't like it. For a moment, she found herself thinking that things were better when she was alone. Felicity quickly amended the thought. Felicity liked quiet, but being alone was... unpleasant, to say the least. Felicity didn't mind having company, company that wasn't pirates, but she wished it didn't have to happen in such a way. It wasn't fair. For the first time in so long, Felicity had decent company, but it had to happen in a violent and unpleasant way.

The world certainly had a humor about it all.

Felicity finished picking herbs, and set them at her paws, sighing. The voices of the others were a faint murmur, their forms silhouettes against the light from the beach. This had been her domain for awhile now. The shade of the trees was where she hunted, where she lived. In this moment alone, she was now realizing that she was hesitant to share it. With these canines she barely knew. Maybe they would join the pirates. Maybe they'd die anyways.

Felicity made a decision. She wouldn't have to stay away from them, but she would distance herself. Like she did with the pirates. Becoming too involved... was dangerous. It was then Felicity decided upon her neutrality.

She picked up the herbs and trotted back to the others.

Mentioned: Alahya, Eren, the group || Addressed: N/A || Word Count: 264 || Side Notes: And then, Felicity's Swiss pact, as I call it. Anyways, I didn't make her notice Alvadia since I don't know if you want me to do that or not.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Mar 30, 2014 10:59 pm

Vivian

Hello. Are you alright? We can help you, there are some healers here.
Giving a little jump of surprise at the voice that had spoken to her, she turned her head to look at a russety type of male wolf. He looked concerned and cautious, as if approaching a deer and she simply stared at him for a good couple seconds as she processed his words.

At the word healers, she made the connection that for there to be healers there would have to be wolves to heal, and that meant being part of a pack. Which meant she wasn't alone here on this strange island. Her blinking began to cease as her pupils adjusted themselves to the light as she began to speak again. "Um.. I-... I don't know. I just remember waking up in that ship and having an awful headache." Here she winced as another wave of pain blazed in her head. "I'm.. Vivian."

She didn't know where she was, who this strange wolf was and why he was helping her. How did she get here, on that ship? Was it even a ship? Questions raced through her mind until another wave of a headache tumbled through her head and rattled her brain. One of her ears turned to the side, and she simply just lifted her paw off the ground to try and keep her arm from hurting.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Apr 02, 2014 6:54 pm

Looking back at it now, Jamia couldn't believe it had been a month. It seemed like it was only yesterday that they were standing among the dead bloodied bodies and broken pieces of metal. Now she was the leader of a pack. Mostly everyone in the pack contributed in some way and mostly everyone had healed. Even that young fellow Eren whose legs were almost completely cut off was healing well. He could finally walk with just a small limp. And even if they were never getting rescued, they were surviving on this island.

A few of the canines had branched off and joined the reckless group known as the pirates, and some of them just kinda wander between the two groups and everyone is fine and dandy as long as no one does anything stupid. Naturally though when there are two groups on a small island, they will meet sometime and it probably wont be pretty. She sighed gently and crawled out from the little rocky alcove that she had claimed to be her den perched so she could basically see everything.

And currently, they hadn't eaten in a few days so it was time for maybe another hunting trip. "Lash" she barked out at the male sitting on a layer lower to her. Once she's gotten the tan colored male's attention she hopped down to him so she was standing a few feet in front of him. "You care to go on a hunting trip? Getting kinda hungry." It was more of a command of course, Lash didn't have a choice but to go hunting. That was his job after all being a hunter and all. "Gathering a small group.. one or two more people. Doesn't have to be hunters. Meet me at the look out's post.

She'd seen Lash hunt before and she was glad he survived. There was a lot of great canines in this pack, but honestly Lash was among the best. He was down to earth and organized and if the time came that Jamia needed help handling the pack he would be one of her top choices... Alahya would be great too though. She sighed and shook her head as she neared the base of the water fall, approaching one of the lookouts, Ayeria, as she got closer. "Hello" she said with a small dip of her head. She went to stand beside the female and look out across the beach and the ocean. "It's kinda tragic that they humanity must have given up on finding that lost ship. Sure they dont care about us animals so much.. but there were humans on that ship too..." she shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to bring down the mood.

"Whatever.. we're here now and we need food. And it takes a bit more than two wolves to take down a boar so what's your skills at hunting?" Ayeria was a lookout, so Jamia figured she had to have some physical attributes, at least maybe fast. She'd never seen Ayeria fight or hunt before though, not even on hunts where the full pack went with them she never really payed attention to a lot of the members.

Words: 536 Addressed: Ayeria, Lash Mentioned: Lash, Ayeria, Alahya, Eren

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Apr 02, 2014 7:13 pm

The world was coming back to him. The peaceful dream of his old home came crashing down around him like the walls on the day his hometown was attacked. As he awakened, he felt pressure being put on one of his wounds. He felt panicked at first, naturally, as it hurt. It stung like a blade and made him bark and struggle out from under the hold of whoever was mending him. His fur had bristled up as he got to his feet for a split second, growling frantically before falling. After his body hit the ground painfully he remembered what was going on. Looking up at whoever was putting so much pressure onto his wound he noticed rather than the white wolf from before it was a fox of some sorts.

Eren let out a soft sigh and rest his head down on the ground again, breathing in deeply. Both his wounded legs were still throbbing, and he knew it was bad. He wouldn't be surprised if he didn't make it out of here alive. "Armin" he mumbled softly, opening his blue eyes again to look around for his friend. Once his eyes locked on his blonde furred comrade he opened up his mouth to speak but wasn't quite sure what to say. He could say something sappy like "if I die I want you to keep going on. You can survive without me." But decided against it. God knows the last thing Armin needed was to be stressed out AND thinking Eren would die.

"Are you hurt any? Sure I'm pretty banged up, but I'm sure I'll make it with a little help... If you're hurt badly anywhere you need to get help too." He smiled slightly at his friend, trying to ignore the throbbing feeling pulsating through his legs. He figured it would be a week or so before he could walk properly on his own.. sure the medics could numb the pain but only time could really heal broken bones.

Addressed: Armin, Alahya || Mentioned: Armin, Alahya || Word Count: 336

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Apr 02, 2014 10:00 pm

Armin looked up suddenly as Eren awoke. He felt relief run through him. Armin let himself smile as Eren locked gazes with him. Carefully, Armin stood, wobbling slightly as he walked over to Eren. The world rotated, but it wasn't as violent as it had been. Even if Armin had only walked about two feet these time as opposed to the entire length of the beach.

Armin sat next to Eren. "I'll be fine." He assured his friend. "I'm a little banged up, and I think I hit my head, but-" Armin quickly kept talking, not wanting to make Eren worry. Eren didn't have to worry about that right now. "But I'm really fine."

Armin glanced up, running his blue gaze over all the gathered canines again. "There's so many of them." Armin commented to Eren. "It's really amazing, Eren How many different canines there are. How different this place is. It's kind of a sad irony... we wanted to see the world, and here we are." Armin flicked his tail to gesture around.

Armin almost completed the thought. He almost thought, I wanted to see the world with Eren, wouldn't it be such an irony if he was taken from me?

Armin stopped before he even got halfway through. He wasn't going to consider that. Eren was a fighter, from the beginning to the end and beyond. Eren wasn't going anywhere.

Most literally, actually, Armin realized, as he carefully glanced over Eren's injuries. Armin wasn't a medic, but he knew something that would take time to heal. It made Armin fear a little more. In a hostile environment like this, (Armin assumed it was hostile) being so immobile would be bad.

"I can't wait to explore." Armin commented aloud.

Lash studied the wolf, Vivian, for a long moment. Poor girl, he thought. If he thought this was bad, she must find it traumatizing. But Vivian seemed like a capable enough wolf, young or not. Lash didn't think she'd appreciate pity from him.
"I'm Lash." he answered. "It's nice to meet you, Vivian, even under these circumstances."
Lash noticed Vivian seemed a bit, confused, to say the least.
He flicked his tail. "Come on." Lash said gently. "We can help you, and I can explain things to you if you'd like."
Lash took a few steps up the beach, then paused and looked back to see if she was following.

Mentioned: Eren, Vivian ||
Addressed: Eren and Vivian ||
Word Count: 400 ||
Side Notes: I find it funny that all my characters have a certain irony over the crash. They all wanted something. Lash wanted to be free and escape the humans. Felicity was lonely and wanted companions. Armin wanted to explore with Eren. And because of the crash, Lash is free, Felicity has new companions and Armin can see new things. Irony (that I did not plan).

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Apr 02, 2014 11:59 pm

Vivian

I'm Lash. It's nice to meet you, Vivian, even under these circumstances. Come on. We can help you, and I can explain things to you if you'd like.

Flickering an ear outward so it was parallel to the ground, she listened for more wolves and indeed found them. They were all around her, in fact. Had they always been there, or had she just utterly lost her mind? Wanting to shake her head, she whined when she felt the throbbing headache like a second heartbeat in her skull as she walked cautiously after Lash, not wanting to flex her shoulder too much.

"Yeah.. that'd be helpful.." Vivian spoke to him, keeping the sarcasm out of her voice just for the sake of that she was new and she didn't want to come off right away as extremely rude or obnoxious. Which she definitely was. She slowly made her way next to Lash and began to walk next to him to the nearest Medic, or whatever the heck he had called it.

She didn't know what she felt more, confusion, relief, pain, irritated or everything swirling all at once in the vortex of a black hole that was Vivian. They all blended and mixed together like a giant smoothie, only that smoothie was heavy in her stomach like a rock and she didn't really know what was happening. Only that she had to get better, and soon, so she could figure out what the heck happened to her.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Thu Apr 03, 2014 7:32 pm

Alahya flicked her ears, glancing at the new wolf who she was treating as he spoke. " Are you hurt any? Sure I'm pretty banged up, but I'm sure I'll make it with a little help... If you're hurt badly anywhere you need to get help too."

She sighed in reply. "I'm fine." Looking at her wound, she decided that it wasn't anywhere near what some of the other survivors had. She flicked her tail, listening to the conversation slightly. Well, she wasn't paying attention too much. It wasn't directed at her, so Alahya was letting her mind wonder. She glanced at the others. "I'm going to see if I can find.. a friend." Without waiting for a reply she darted off, ignoring the screaming pain in her leg. She had to find Neku and Vulpia. She had to.

Alahya walked along the beach, ignoring everything around her. She had to find them. Giving a small, short fox call, she made her way through the wreckage. Nothing. Until.. was that..? She scented the air, but couldn't make out anything through the salt and blood. She felt dread sneak into her, threatening to swallow her up. Alahya secretly wanted the beach sand to turn into quick sand, to end her waking nightmare.

Laying before her was the broken body of Vulpia. The female fox wasn't moving, or breathing. Alahya gave a wail of despair, rushing forward, tripping over her own paws as she made her way to her friend's side. "Vulpia.. please wake up.." Nothing. The red fox gave no movement. "Vulpia!" Nothing. Alahya knew that her own cries were to block out the hideous reality. Maybe, if she called loud enough.. she put her paw on her dead friend. Cold, lifeless. Alahya felt everything she ever knew crash down in front of her. She swallowed, raising her head in a strangled cry as she fell to her side, teeth clinched in rage and sorrow.

One of her friends was dead. The other missing. He might as well be dead. Alahya felt memories pile onto her chest, too many to count. Her entire life. Something had come and bitten a chunk of life from her. She no longer cared. She wanted to be alone. Please let one of these wolves eat me.

Something broke her out of her mental state. Heavy breathing. Alahya raised her head. This was useless. Her past.. was the past.. there were canines here who needed her. She had to help them. She had to lock herself away. Standing, numb, she made her way to the one who had caught her attention.

It didn't take her long to find him. It was a black wolf, lying in the sand, the same sorrowful scent that clung to her laced in his fur.

Word Count- 464
Addressed- Armin, Eren (Indirectly)
Mentioned- Armin, Eren, Bane
Comments- This was a fun post to write.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Fri Apr 04, 2014 11:06 pm

Lash nodded to Vivian as she began to follow him. Lash walked carefully up the sand, skirting the bodies and pretending he didn't notice them. He kept a fairly slow pace and glanced back at Vivian out of the corner of his eye.

As they walked, Lash spoke. Anything was better than this freaky silence. Besides, Vivian seemed confused. Lash wanted to explain what he could, even if it was limited. Thinking about the crash hurt, but he'd have to face it at some point. Better late than never.

"We - all the canines - were on that ship. The humans were holding nearly all of us captive, their pet dogs excepted. For some reason, the ship violently crashed." Lash flicked his tail. "And here we are. There are all different kinds of canines. Primarily wolves, but some other canines, like foxes. And a few dogs. All the humans are dead though." They had just reached the treeline. Lash turned to her for a moment. "I hope that answers your questions."

Lash studied Vivian a long moment. He couldn't tell her much more than that. Lash knew nothing about life before the ship. Only his, and that was better kept to himself.

Then Lash turned back, catching sight of Felicity coming back. "Felicity! I have someone who needs some help!"

Mentioned: Vivian, group|| Addressed: Vivian || Word Count: 218 || Side Notes: n/a

Felicity watched Alahya head out onto the beach just as she returned. Felicity felt relieved to see that her patient, Eren, was awake. It made her worry a little less. Sure, Felicity had trained as medic, but she hadn't treated anyone in a long time. And she couldn't remember treating something so bad. Eren had been so unlucky. But Felicity would treat him to the best of her ability. As she would do for anyone.

Felicity padded up, placing the herbs down. While Eren spoke to his friend, the blonde-furred wolf, Felicity chewed some of the herbs. Then she carefully sorted the rest. She would need all of them if she was to treat all thse wolves. Politely, she waited until Armin had finished to speak.

"I'm going to put some herbs on your wounds. I'm Felicity, by the way." She addressed Eren, then slowly began to apply the chewed leaves to his bloody legs.

As she did so, Felicity's golden eyes flickered over the others in her line of sight. Slowly, more and more survivors gathered. Certainly with a group this large, the pirates would be upon them soon.

Felicity pushed that from her mind. Let them come. What difference did it make to her?

Mentioned: Eren, Alahya, group|| Addressed: Eren|| Word Count: 206 || Side Notes: n/a

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Apr 09, 2014 2:02 pm

"I'll be fine. I'm a little banged up, and I think I hit my head, but-" Eren tensed and looked up at his friend within the short span that Armin paused. "But I'm really fine." He just sighed lightly, "if you say you're okay... I guess I'll have to trust you."

"It's really amazing, Eren How many different canines there are. How different this place is. It's kind of a sad irony... we wanted to see the world, and here we are." Armin was saying as the white wolf who was helping him came back and began putting herbs onto his wounds. He let out a small strained "ha" noise. "I keep wishing it was just a dream of some sorts" he said idly. "I'm going to put some herbs on your wounds. I'm Felicity, by the way." The medic had said and Eren nodded. "Thank you for your help. I'm not sure if you ever got my name, I'm Eren." After he introduced himself to Felicity, he turned his attention back to Armin.

"It seems like life has just become one tragedy after the next. I'm just looking forward to when things start working in our favor again." It was a hollow hope that things could be normal again, but he had to keep hoping. Even in the most jaded times theres got to be some hope. "It's getting dark" he said softly, watching the sun slowly sink down. "I hope theres no nocturnal dangers..."

Addressed: Armin, Felicity || Mentioned: Armin, Felicity || Word Count: 249

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Apr 09, 2014 2:14 pm

For a while now Rocco had been lurking near the edge of the woods. Hiding and observing the group, unsure of how to approach. For a moment, when it was only the fox and the large brown and grey female wolf Rocco thought of just offing them, it would have been easily and this island belongs to him anyways. Him and the pirates at least, because Rocco would never stand a chance against pirates. Rocco was insane, but he knew it was best to stay away from the brutal pirates of the island.

Finally the reddish furred male decided it would most likely be in his best interest to befriend the group. If he cant take 'em on might as well join them. He really didn't know HOW to approach them, so he figured he could just jump in. There was two wolves (Lash and Vivian) and one was calling out to someone for help. Rocco wasn't a medic in the least bit but it surely wouldn't hurt to make some light conversation with the quite pathetic looking wolves. There fur was drying and looked gross and caked with sand and salt water, sticking up everywhere and looking rough and brittle.

He slowly walked over to them, not in any way showing signs that he considered either of them higher than him, cause they were not higher than him. They were on his island after all. "Hello" he said to get there attention, narrowing his blue-grey eyes at them suspiciously and staying on his guard. "What do you two need help with? I could maybe be of assistance?" He made sure not to sit down just yet. If they showed signs of being friendly sure he would relax some but typically pack wolves were NOT friendly. They were aggressive and territorial and extra cocky seeing as they are defended by their pack.

Addressed: Lash, Vivian || Mentioned: Lash Vivian || Word Count: 314

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Apr 09, 2014 5:40 pm

Felicity acknowledged Eren's introduction with a nod, and went back to tending to his wounds. She still worried about him, though. Felicity knew she'd do her best, but sometimes her best wasn't enough.

When Eren mentioned nocturnal dangers, Felicity stopped for a moment. She quickly continued what she was doing so she wouldn't worry anyone, but her tail swished nervously and her feathers scraped against the ground. Felicity had tended to be nocturnal up until now, but even she wouldn't dare go out once it was really dark. Felicity usually was out at dawn and dusk. Once the moon had risen...there was no telling what could happen.

Armin had tensed at Eren's words. Then he noticed Felicity's pause and her tail swishing.
"Felicity? Is something wrong?" He was geuninely curious.
Felicity's golden gaze shot up to meet Armin's blue eyes. "I've been here awhile." She stated.
Armin's ears twitched. He shot a look at Eren before speaking. "Is there...anything out there?"
Felicity looked away from Armin. There was a long silence before the white wolf even considered answering. She knew Armin was waiting. Felicity needed to answer.
"Any wolf - canine - with common sense won't stay out once the moon has risen." Her words were quiet.

Felicity stepped back from Eren. "That's all I can do for now." she said in a brisk tone. "Don't even think about trying to stand yet, let alone walk. Just relax for awhile."

Felicity looked at Armin. "How about you? Anything hurt?"
Armin tail twitched. He didn't like how Felicity had swept over her warning. But he didn't press.
"Well...my head kinda hurts..." Armin said reluctantly.
Felicity walked over to stand in front of him. She studied him for a long moment. "I'm guessing you were unconcious for a bit after the crash."
Armin nodded.
"How do you feel? Dizzy, fatigued, nauseous? Ears ringing?"
Armin considered that for a moment. "Yes to dizzy, a little to fatigued and sorta for ears."
Felicity nodded. "I think you just have a concussion. It doesn't seem too bad, but you should definitely rest."
"Okay."

Mentioned: Eren || Addressed: Eren || Word Count: 349 || Side Notes: Hey, Tara, since both Rocco and Felicity have been on the island awhile (or I assume as much about Rocco from your post) do we want to say they know each other/have interacted/would recognize the other? I'm not saying they need to have, like, an important past, but it would make sense for them to at least have seen the other/know the other's name.

Lash

Lash automatically bristled at an unfamiliar voice and quickly turned to face the wolf. When he saw the new wolf, Lash calmed himself and regarded the other wolf curiously. His attitude to them, the fact he was uninjured... Lash concluded this wolf must've been here for awhile already, like Felicity.

Lash kept some caution about himself as he glanced over the wolf with an icy blue gaze. So there were at least some other canines here. Lash wondered why Felicity hadn't mentioned that. Maybe she didn't know, but that possibility seemed slim.

Lash tried to relax, but it didn't really work. He wanted to be friendly but exert some caution. He seemed friendly enough, but you never know...

Lash took a glance back at Vivian for a moment before he looked back at the new wolf and answered.
"I was looking to get a medic to look at her." Lash flicked his tail to indicate Vivian. "I don't suppose you are one..."
At second thought, Lash decided to introduce himself. Couldn't hurt. After all, maybe tis wolf could be an ally.
"I'm Lash, and this is Vivian." He introduced himself as well as Vivian. "If I may ask, who are you?"

Mentioned: Rocco, Vivian || Addressed: Rocco || Word Count: 201 || Side Notes: Short post , sorry

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Apr 09, 2014 7:44 pm

"So everyone's runnin' round like chickens without heads." Redbeard chuckled, but this time his mood was genuinely lightened by Ayeria’s comment and his guffaw was unhindered by his otherwise anguished and uncertain mood. Now he thought about it there was a lot of unnecessary panic, a lot of it in himself, disguised by restlessness and the feeling of being useless. Today had been one hell of a day and he had a feeling that there was only more to come but where was he getting himself by beating himself up over how useless he was? Nowhere. The answer was nowhere. Was the storm his fault in any way? No. Could he have stopped the old boat from succumbing to the overpowering sea; once again the answer was no. He was not to blame for what had happened and he wasn’t useless; he was helping now wasn’t he? Even if it was just a small contribution it would all add up and he could be seen to do something positive. Even if those positive things only really benefitted himself and Ayeria the fellow pirate rather than any of the others it would still be worthwhile. He could make things right if he tried; he wasn’t going to be pathetic and needy in these testing times.

"Mm, I can walk over. Might need a bit 'a yer help if I get dizzy." The male gave it no real thought and replied without hesitation “Sure, I can do that.” Only afterwards did he question what helping in this manner implied. Most would have thought it awkward and would have felt uncomfortable faced with the matter of a relative stranger leaning on them but that’s not what Red was thinking about, instead he was thinking about the size difference between himself and the female. Sure, Redbeard was big for an Irish Setter, but he was still in a different league to wolves, not to mention that Ayeria seemed on the tall side. Sure, he was strong enough so that would not be a problem for him but he was more concerned that standing side by side would only highlight the size difference between himself, the dog, and Ayeria, the wolf. He hated feeling smaller than others as he liked to think of himself as strong both physically and mentally, although his habitual mental strength was lacking in places under the current circumstances, only when around wolves there was nothing he could do make up the difference in size and stature. He wasn’t afraid of wolves and he’d been around his captain and superior for long enough to get used to them only he was often envious of them and the greater power they seemed to possess physically.

"Ya guys know if there's any berries or anythin round here?" Redbeard cast his gaze off into the woodland, his eyes scanning the greenery that lined the beach and straining to see in the dimming light. Beyond the sands where the canines currently dwelled the Island looked luscious and alive, there would definitely be berries out there if Red was to go and look only he was unsure of himself. He didn’t know this place well enough to know what was safe and what was not, although the concept of the forest being dangerous did not bother him it was his lack of knowledge of the local flora that did. What if he said he’d find some berries for Ayeria and brought back something that turned out to be poisonous; he’d end up making her worse or possibly even killing her which seemed like a bad idea given that she was only other pirate he’d met so far. He tore his gaze away from the woodland and instead brought himself back to the conversation, muttering. “I’m sure thar’ll be berries out thar somewhere. Only I’m not sure which ones are good’uns and which ones be poisonous.” The male grunted, it was almost funny; his ineptness. “One o’ tha other’s might know, though.” He condoled and once again he referred to the group, the group of non-pirates who he hoped would turn out to be pretty useful.

"Dunno know if they could help the concussion I probably got but if they wanna wrap my leg with some leaves that would be helpful. Don't want a infection." Redbeard stood up quickly when the female had finished speaking, having to regain his balance after rising up so rapidly before he shook his russet red fur back into place. “No time like tha present, right?” He inquired hoping the female would agree and they could walk back to the group together; finding out what was going on and getting someone to check out Ayeria’s injuries in the process. He turned and took a few steps forward, looking over his shoulder to see if the female would follow and walk beside him.

Word Count: 810 Addressed: Ayeria Mentioned: Group on beach Notes: Sorry for the delay

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Apr 09, 2014 8:13 pm

Bane wasn’t sure why it was so hard to breathe; his lungs seemed to be working overtime just to keep him going. It wasn’t like the air was too thick to breathe in or that there was something wrong with his lungs physically hindering him, only that in his blind panic he felt like there wasn’t enough oxygen to spare which only scared him more. His breathing remained rugged regardless of how he tried to reassure himself that he wasn’t going to run out of air, his heart still pounding frantically in his chest. He’d never experienced anything like this before; the sudden panic and inability to think straight, the screams of distress that filled his head. If he had been in his right mind he would have been able to identify this state as a panic attack, but as he was currently was so nervous and distraught he was unable to see that. All he could think of was his sister and the dreaded thought that she was on this beach too, only unmoving and broken, dead. All he wanted to do was find her, to find his sister alive and well but the idea that he might not find her, the simple notion that she was dead and he might never see her again made him want to curl up into a ball and just give up.

"Hey," The voice shocked Bane who had been in his own little world, an unexpected noise piercing through the cacophony of thoughts in his head. At first his mind couldn’t understand what was going on and the noise was nothing more than a noise that he just couldn’t comprehend until he focused. The sound had served a purpose, dragging him out of his panicked state for long enough that he could work out what was going on, for long enough that he could tell the sound was in fact a word and that it was being spoken by another wolf. Exhaling a shaky breath that he didn’t know he’d been holding in he looked up to see who was talking; a female wolf with brown fur and a whole array of markings in both grey and cream "I'm Jamia, I have a group over there and I think it would probably be best for you to come and join us before it gets to late." The male nodded weakly, unable to deny the offer of help despite the uncertainty he had about the group that Jamia talked about. He had no reason to trust the female or the others that she talked about but yet he felt compelled to because what other option did he really have; he was stranded and lost, injured and broken. He needed help. “I’m Bane.” He managed but his voice was still weaker than usual meaning he said nothing else in fear of stuttering or forgetting how to speak properly in shock.

Once again Bane tried to stand up so that he could follow Jamia to this group that she talked of but once again he found it difficult. This time he didn’t blame his balance though, because as soon as he put weight on his right rear leg he could tell something more than that was wrong. A sharp stabbing pain shot through his lower leg and reluctantly he twisted his neck around to see what was wrong; fearing seeing some big ugly wound. Instead what he saw didn’t shock him all that much as all he saw was a cut extending from the top of his paw to his knee. It wasn’t bleeding all that much but it clearly had been as the fur around the wound was stained red. He told himself it wasn’t that bad and really it wasn’t; it just hurt like hell for some reason, a lot more then Bane would have expected, maybe that was the shock making the pain seem more intense or something. He stood all the same trying to minimise the amount of weight he put on his injured leg by raising it off the ground a little. “Are there any… medics in the group?” he asked tentatively, normally he wouldn’t have asked but since he needed a healer or at least someone to look at his injury he was curious and found enough courage to speak out, looking hopeful as he did.

Addressed: Jamia
Mentioned: His sister, the group.
Mood: Stunned
Word Count: 725
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