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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 4:36 pm
 How long had it been since he had attempted to leave the grounds that he had grown so accustomed to? Too long perhaps, however, it was his choice. To Captain, this place was his home amongst the cracked, weed-grown pavement, the dark dirt, run-down sooty booths, and broken down, rust-covered rides. He had remembered when this place had bustled with life and laughter, he being a young lad himself at the time. The lights and laughter had been encrusted into his memory, he was a true Carnie at heart even in the growth of his aging years.
Trained eyes fell onto the length of planked wood leading toward the cool ocean, taking in a deep breath when the breeze carried the crisp sea air to his nose. His tail swished with the feel of damp wood underneath his paws, continuing forward until he had found himself sitting on the edge of the pier. The swifts and crashes of the waves against the wood and rocks were soothing to his ears, the light of the moon illuminating the water so beautifully.
It was moments like these when he felt that slight pang of loneliness, despite his constant insistence to himself that he needed no one. Not anymore. He was just an old codger who wanted to spend the days alone, until the day that someone else managed to stumble onto this place.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:25 pm
 Nen'Lhach didn't normally visit the more tourist-centered areas of the port town she frequented before her explorative forays ashore, but that was the way the wind was blowing today and as she had no real plans she simply followed.
The young angelic had been unaware of the run-down and seemingly abandoned shore-side fairground with its rusting rides and old, half-rotten wooden booths. A larger theme park had opened some years before she had even been born, and it must have slowly killed the small establishment. She could almost see lonely ghosts of pride and smiles in the once well-loved equipment, and it actually made her a bit sad.
She drifted down to land upon the cracked paving and broken walkways, folding stormy wings across her sky-shaded back before she set out to have a look around, wondering what memories lay buried in such a place. Sun-splashed ears swiveled forward in sudden surprise as the tip of her sunny muzzle quivered at a sudden scent that was not left by ghosts and forgotten memories, and she quickly followed it to spy the old dragon sitting at the end of the old pier. "And here I thought te find naught but ghosts wandering here."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:22 am
The waves continued with their steady crashing dance, to him, it was music to ears. There had always been something about the songs of the sea, even in his youth, that had been so soothing to him. Maybe it was since it was in a way away from the hustle of the Carnival life with the crowds and shows, the insane life. The water was more tranquil, despite the waves being dangerous if not dealt with care. Captain's ears perked if only slightly when the fluttering flaps of wings had crossed paths with his sensitive hearing, his tail flicking if only slightly.
A stranger had come.
How man nor other of his kind could have actually found this place baffled him though he didn't much dwell on the thought. There really was no point in dwelling on trivial matters such as that, he had learned that lesson long ago. If the stranger wished to explore the skeleton of what used to be, than so be it. He wouldn't stop them, he was merely a guardian of this place; a relic leftover of what used to be so great.
Paw pads were drawing near, he could hear it along with the subtle flutter of wings. If the stranger had wished anything of him, they needed to work on their stealth. His nose quivered faintly when the strange smell drew nearer, scents of the south. When the stranger began to speak, a faint smirk curled on his maw. So this one believed that only the ghosts and the memories of the past resided here? In a way, she was correct. Deciding it better to address her, a gruff, heavily-accented voice came from the old dragon's mouth. "Yeh migh' as well keep on believin' tha' lass, that's all that's left of this place."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 1:20 pm
Nen ruffled her wings and fluffed her fur against a gust of the cool night's breeze, pale violet eyes taking in the dragon and the sea and the lonely surroundings. "Mayhap there's naught but ghosts and memories te remain here, but I seem te have found one that still knows how te speak with the living." She hopped upon one of the heavy support beams that both held up and anchored the pier itself above the waves. Once upon a time it was possible that these logs had held the mooring lines for visiting ships in an era that had passed long before the carnival had. Once there she half hopped and half glided up to the next so she could sit abreast of the old dragon without intruding so much upon his own space. "I dun suppose ye'd tell me about it?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 1:53 pm
The stranger's choice of words couldn't help but amuse him, so that's what she believed, huh? For all she knew, he may not have been truly here. Not flesh and blood, but merely a wisp taking on the form of a being in a physical form. His tails swayed if only slightly against the gust of the cool ocean wind, relishing the salty air on his face. His ears twitched and perked with each movement that she made; each swish of fur, each flutter and flap of feathers, each soft pound of paws landing on rounded wood of support beams. His pale, clouded eyes remained forward even as she moved and hopped about. He had no reason to look toward her direction, he could hear where she was. "Yeh may have, yer lucky that yeh had managed to come an' find me."
It was true, whenever he heard anyone accidentally stumble onto his home, he would never let himself be seen. He knew every in and out, every little trick, every little nook and cranny by heart; his paws knew the way. Her question had admitably caught him by surprise, his expression remaining that of an unreadable one. "Depends on wha' yeh wanna know, i's all in the questions yeh ask."
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 6:16 pm
Nen was quiet for some moments yet, pondering what to ask. The way he'd phrased it made it sound like there was some riddle she was yet unaware of that she needed to answer, and while she liked such puzzles she tended to take them on with care. Especially when speaking with ghosts; whether the body still lived or not, she knew a specter of times past when she met one.
"I'd like te know of how this place once was, and how it is now, rather than just how it appears te be. And perhaps, if ye're of a mind Mister Ghost, ye might tell me if there's any gifts I might bring back for the spirits here? The wind and I, we're friends of a sort, and I like te pay me respects to the voices only it carries anymore when I find them."
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