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 Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 2:22 pm
Fay had grown bitter with time, she hated being on dry land, and she hated not knowing where her captain was. Knowing how clumsy he often was she was really afraid for him. Still she wasn't going to waste away here, she wanted a crew, she wanted a vessel, she wanted to be back on the water. Most herla wanted to be on the solid ground, they wanted lush meadows and serenity. That wasn't the life for Fay, her scarred hind wasn't meant for a docile life. The thrill of the waving sea, the hard taste of tack, and the sparkle of treasure earned or stolen. A life on the run was a life for her, and she'd be damned if it ended like this!
She kicked a rock and pinned her ears back when her parrot colored mion gave an annoyed chirp and scampered off her shoulder. "Go make yourself useful and look for the captain again..." She snapped at the creature sending it off in a huff. She knew she was loosing the small traces of civility she had once possessed, but it was hard to be charming when she was in such a foul mood. To make matters worse all the herla in the nearby area seemed to be softies, or at least not the type who would do her any good on the open sea. She sighed as her hair whipped into her face with the wind, she had stopped trying to contain it since it wasn't such a bother on shore. At sea she was forced to keep her hair well pinned under her hat or risk it getting in her face at inconvenient moments, or worse catching lice. She wanted a clean crew next time she sailed, but it was laughable that she should even have a preference, the truth was she was going to have to take what she could get, young or old, clean or filthy. Besides a crew could usually be whipped into proper shape, with her intelligence and the captains brawn...if she ever found him.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 2:53 pm
Mirielle knew that something had always been different about her compared to her siblings. Their wings were colorful, flaky, and smooth. Hers were black and feathery, and knew it meant she was different. Their fur was smooth, and hers was more coarse and fluffy like the other mother she has not known. She was not as elegant as them either, but knew she was great in her own way. She would BE great in her own way!
She longed for adventure, for something that actually wanted her intelligence, and not her beauty. She wanted something where she could be as she wanted, to be free.
Mirielle stopped in her reverie when she saw another female, who had strange clothing and a sword dangling from her side. Curious as to why she seemed a bit... distraught, she approached her.
"Madame?" Mirielle called out, her thick french accent lingering in the air for a moment, and her wings fluttering slightly in the breeze. "Madame, iz everyzing all right?"
[[Sorry for the small post xD need to get used to this again]]
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 3:23 pm
Fay grabbed her sword and drew it to brandish the moment she heard another approach. She eyed the three tailed, fluffy yearling and slowly replaced her sword with a sigh. So much for action, she flipped her hair back and looked at the yearling again. Her voice was soft and sweet, probably what Fay had sounded like when she was just a young little thing. After years of shouting orders over the sound of waves her voice was feminine but husky, a well used voice.
She cocked her head eyeing the wings on the other herla "I'm fine little butterfly, what are you doing out here alone?" Not that there seemed to be any danger, fawns could frolic freely around here. Her nose wrinkled for a moment in distaste at that, it was enough to make her soft! Hmph, She'd rather be dead then a softy, she would have to find someone willing to spar or something unless she wanted to really loose it.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 3:42 pm
Mirielle tilted her head back and stared at the sword for a moment. It was strange and shiny, and reminded her of the way her necklace shone.
"Ah, moi was just trying to get some sort of... I suppoze, aventure. It iz much to being ze dullness with ze other fawns." She frowned, as she remembered how her brother would play with his odd and less beautiful friends and how that made him harm himself, and how her sister would be too stubborn to play, or even come along with her to seek adventure.
"Alzough, I am not too very much un papillion..." she added, and then paused briefly. "Vous has ze scent of ze ocean." She found this a bit odd, but pleasing about the rougher older female.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 4:03 pm
Fay found the accent simple to decipher, one learned to deal with herla who spoke every tongue on the seas. Communication was pretty key when tensions ran high among them. The words adventure and ocean combined in Fay's mind to squeeze around her heart in a painful grip.
"I guess you're not, what's your name then?" She smiled still thinking with her dainty wings and pretty violet eyes she looked like a delicate butterfly.
Fay inhaled and sighed, at least she did still smell like the sea, the slight tang of salt clung to her fur the texture made rougher by years of sea water and sunshine. "I'm from beyond the ocean here, and I'm eager to get back into the waters, THAT'S where adventure lays." She grinned.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 4:31 pm
Mirielle nodded. "Oh oui! Mon nom!" she said in french, and smiled. "I am Mirielle. And vous iz...?" She asked, fluttering her wings in excitement.
"From... beyond ze ocean?" Mirielle wondered how that could be. She'd seen the ocean from Whiterock Beach, and it was nothing but water as far as she could see. Her excitement grew at the mention of adventure.
"How iz it zat you could come from beyond ze ocean?" She asked, before moving on to yet more questions, her curiosity making her eyes gleam. "Aventure? And zat is why vous are to being very eagerz to get back to it? What iz it zat vous do?"
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 5:35 pm
"Mirielle, that's a pretty name. You can call me Fay." As usual she wasn't about to give anyone her full name. She decided to shorten the yearlings as well, after all Mirielle was quite a mouthful. Miri would do to remember her by.
"Yes far beyond, we came by vessel, but it sank and that's why I'm stuck." The last words came out a bit harder then she intended unable to mask her unhappiness at being stranded. "I do a little of everything, but I'm a pirate at heart, don't go telling the law though." She smirked softly, she knew some herla would rally together against one such as she. Pirates were frowned upon due to their trade, when one stole, destroyed, smuggled, and lied for a living one made quite a few enemies. "I'm made to be at sea, an adventure on every horizon, danger at every turn, and treasures spilling into your pouch!" Her voice lightened, her gaze lingering out as if ready to just dash into the water boat or no.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 6:47 pm
"Enchantée~" Mirielle said, bowing slightly. "Mon name, moi waz told it iz to meaning 'Sea Bright'". She nosed her seashell necklace. "Maman gave zis to me as a little fawn."
She listened carefully to Fay, breathing in each word. "Aventure, danger, and treasure... C'est magnifique! Il est habile! How wonderful it must be, to be having such zings!" She sighed dreamily. "Zis pirating, it sounds like such ze most magnifique life. And vous sees l'ocean at all ze hours, non?"
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 7:04 pm
"It's a beautiful treasure, you must protect it always." Fay told the fawn her eyes gleaming as she eyed the necklace, it was lovely, but she wasn't going to steal from a yearling. Well alright she might have tried to steal it but Miri sounded like she was spirited, a creature who would appreciate the life of piracy she had come to so fully embrace. Besides it wasn't like she had anywhere to go to make a quick getaway so looting, murder, and mayhem were off limits unless she wanted take a long drop with a quick stop.
"It's the life for me at least, I'm sure it's not for everyone. Your always at sea, the ocean below, and the sky above as free as a bird. You can see the ocean when its crystal clear and blue or as dark as night, and every color in the sky. Exotic new places, meeting everykind of herla, tasting new foods..." She trailed off wistfully then sighed and shook her head.
"Ah just the memory could keep me sane, but I'd much rather gather a crew and be off again..."
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 7:43 pm
Mirielle smiled at Fay. "Oui oui, it iz most beautiful. Maman sayz it iz very special. And pirating... vous must see many treasures like zese?" She wagged her tails, thinking of other treasures, like the crown her brother wore, and the jewelry her Maman and sister has. If she could acquire more...
"Zis life sounds so good, c'est brillant, c'est magnifique ... And vous are to be saying you need crew, non? I could be to joining ze pirate crew! Oui, zis life iz just ze aventures moi haz been seeking!" she said, excitedly. How well this fit her very need, how lucky she was to have met this woman! She loved the ocean, she loved how the idea of danger and adventure melded so nicely in her mind. Maybe one day she could be like this hind and travel to far-off lands and have the smell of the sea cling to her fur the same way it to to Fay's.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 7:59 pm
She could almost see the wheels turning in the little yearlings mind and she slowly smiled. "Oh yes sparkling treasures of every kind, gold and silvers, jewels in every shape and color! Treasures unknown and of course the memories themselves." She watched the three tails waver and saw that the young female was enthused.
"You should train up, you could be a part of the crew, and then we'd take you with us when we go. It's an exciting life, but you have to prove you can handle it. Can't have you suffering from the sickness...the mal de mer?" She tried to roughly translate.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 8:28 pm
Mirielle bounced a little, unable to hide her excitement. "Vous shall know I will be to proving I am seaworthy! No maladies of ze sea shall overcome to moi, vous verrez! How iz zat one could feel ill on ze ocean in any case!" She'd never traveled on the ocean, but she wouldn't let any sicknesses stop her from this dream.
"When moi is to being all ready to be un pirate nécessaire, I will be able to join ze crew proper. Would vous be willing to assist moi in ze training? Je me prouverai pour être un capital de valeur! I will be tres valuable to ze crew." She nodded with a conviction that she WOULD do her best to be a valuable member to the crew, even if she had to train for a very long time under Fay's guidance.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 8:59 pm
"Sometimes the motion of the ocean makes you ill, we call it a weak stomach, but it's more then that, you must learn to keep your balance and feel stable even when the ocean is rolling. The ocean is wild and unpredictable she works with the wind to toss a vessel about, being able to keep your legs steady is the first thing you must learn. You can practice if you find a piece of wood and float it just on the shore." She smiled at the conviction in Miri's voice, now this was what she needed. Young and spirited Miri could make the perfect crew member if she was trained how to defend herself and handle sails, ropes, and wood.
"Of course I will assist you little one, soon you will be more pirate then I! You could join us I'm sure, once you learn to defend yourself and sail." She gave a firm nod tossed her hat off to catch in her mouth and set it on Miri's head. She chuckled as it fell over her eyes, a bit too large. With a flourish she tossed it back onto her own head her hair blowing wild. "Ahh we'll get you your own when your ready." She laughed.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 3:01 pm
"Ah, moi will be to doing zat, zen. " Mirielle said, wondering where she could find a nice plank of wood for her to stand on. She definitely wanted this life, so she would practice as much as she could. Her siblings were probably much too delicate for such a life though, she mused.
"I can be to learning ze defense and ze sailing! Zen I shall be un grand pirate~" She blinked when the hat landed on her, quite liking the feeling despite the fact it was much too big and fell over her eyes, rendering her momentarily blind until Fay lifted it back up.
"Mon chapeau? Zat sounds quite amusant!"
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