[META - Ru] Hunting Pirates

[Buffy_the_Bloody]

Jakk humored Pilli, figuring they would be going to the Tavern together anyway. What happened between then and now made no difference. Or at least, he thought so. But when Pilli asked about vikings, he looked at the strangers that had passed him a little more closely. Not that he had ever seen a Viking. But they -did- smell funny.

"Something be off about them, mate. Perhaps they're Eunichs." He said, nodding as if proud of his wit. That had to be it. Not that he really -cared-, but Eunichs gave him the willies.

He was going to suggest maybe following the band of strangers, until the two girls came to his eyes, and he grinned.

"Looks like the fates be turnin'."  

[Andranis]

If Pili noticed attention being drawn to the strangers on the beach, he was promptly distracted by the twins. He stared for a moment, before leaning close to Jakk. "Are there two of them, or am I still seein' double?" Did only one twin come out, or did both? He couldn't rightly tell, between the dark and the swimming vision. Licking his lips, he started walking to them. "Only live once, eh, Jakk...? Ladies! Would ye care to hear a story about sea turtles and how to use 'em t' get off an island?" That vulture had told him a pretty good story, though that was the only thing he'd gotten from it this time around when they'd met up.  

[Andranis]

The white male stopped, doing his best to hide the horror of someone seeing them. Slowly he turned to look at the male... And felt a sick feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach. He trembled a moment, though it wasn't from fear, as his eyes dilated and in his mind he heard roars and screams of pain, anger, many things, a winged lion with lava dripping from cracks in its skin and fire glowing in its mouth and eyes, sweeping through a fog at another marked with waves and, while wingless, having long ears. Then he heard the flapping of the bat and came back from whatever vision of the past he'd had. "Oh... We be out for a walk, mate... Jus' relaxin' after goin' out on a piratin'." They called it a pirating, right? Like the Stormborn called it a Viking...  

[Talencia]

The rotund winged rodent managed to get to his paws and back into the air, albeit cumbersomely. He staggered through the air one direction, then another, fluttering above the heads of lions of both sorts. His very gait was partly why he felt so at home among the pirates. They moved much like he did, so he figured he wouldn't be thought so strange here. Generally speaking, he was right. Occasionally his odd way of flying was commented on, but generally he wasn't noticed.

However, his ability to fly was astonishingly bad tonight. He narrowly missed plunging into the water, dipped a wing in and then flung droplets everywhere as he zoomed back over land, and then tried to aim for a tree landing. These never worked, for obvious reasons. Either he slammed into the trunk, or he missed entirely. Tonight, he missed entirely, divebombing into the mane of one of the lions. Truly, it was amazing he was as fat as he managed, but the truth of it was, the pirates attracted plenty enough bugs to satisfy his voracious appetite, all without flying at all. Life was good for this little critter, even if he was caught in someone's mane just now.  

[Princess_Feylin]

Ru didn't like this. Like Kardas, he had a bad feeling about this and would prefer to hurry things up. There were entirely too many pirates around and one of them was bound to notice something.

"Hey, mates," he called softly to his band, hoping that they would realize he was trying to pretend to be a pirate and follow his lead. "What say we get away from the shore a bit?"

It galled him to deliberately head toward where he knew there would be a lot of pirates and to give up the relative camouflage afforded by the waves erasing his band's paw prints, but there were too many people on the beach. They would probably be better off moving through the jungle, where there was an option of up.

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Galning would have been insulted if you told him that he made a good pirate, but the fact of the matter was that he didn't make a bad pirate at all. He didn't think Ru was making a very good pirate at the moment though. The captain was obviously worrying about something and it was making him look fierce. Galning had never heard of a fierce pirate.

"Ease up, matey," he advised, sidling over with an unsteady gait that mimicked the rolling gait he'd observed in many of the drunken pirates they'd already encountered.

He was going to offer more helpful advice peppered with piratical exclamations when his stomach decided to act up. He burped, his stomach gurgled, and then he began to hork into the surf. At least that would keep people from coming too close, he supposed between heaves.  

[Izzy Makani]

Jasiri had her sights set on terrorizing a set of drunken males so if anything was amiss around her she didn't notice it at all. She was out to play and was blinded to anything else. She glanced to her sister as one of the males called out to them and motioned for her to follow her. She started her way towards the pair in a slow saunter sort of emphasizing the sway in her walk as she moved.

"Sea turtles you say? We'd love to hear your story."  

[Izzy Makani]

Imara was at her sisters side mimicing her movements exactly but out of the corner of her eye she spotted some other lions moving around in the darkness. She only gave them a passing thought before she wrote them off as other pirates out on the pride lands just like her and her sister were. As they moved in closer to the males and Jasiri spoke 'Sea turtles you say?' Imara's twin intuition kicked in and she chimed right in at the same time as Jasiri with a very lovely harmony between their voices.

"We'd love to hear your story"  

[Reeshie Hack]

((Barth, Dou, Rime))

As the trio continued walking towards the surf, they saw a small band walking in the waves. Well, Rime and Barth did, anyway, Dou just seemed to miss them altogether. Or, if he did notice them, he made no acknowledgement of their existence. Whether it was Dou's lead that they took or not, the golden male nudged the lioness a bit and turned her away from the band. Dou was the only one who didn't care much if someone saw him hunting for shells.
Barth and Rime didn't want anyone to really watch them doing a corsair's past-time.

"Come along, you two. Let's find us a less crowded place to do our fishing," Barth said in a hushed voice before leading the way.  

[Excited Apathy]

((Ziarre))

Ziarre didn't like this--not at all, not one bit, not one iota. There was not enough nots in the world to express how much she disliked sneaking around like this, actually. A stealth mission would have irked her, but pretending to be a cowardly sneakthief pirate? Hiss. If only they'd had the numbers to properly storm the place and take what they needed...that would have been a far preferable solution to the experienced warrior. Nevertheless, she understood the chain of command well enough, and she would do what was neccessary. Unfortunately, she couldn't pull it off very well at the moment--she could act like she thought a pirate would, but there was something wrong about it, from the way she moved down to the hardness in her eyes that practically dared someone to say anything about it.  

[Princess_Feylin]

Joya was supposed to be meeting up with Teech, or Blackbeard as he had begun to call himself when he became captain of his own crew to discuss their plans for the future and the fact Teech had sired a litter of cubs, and what that meant to their plans, but they had failed to agree on a meeting place, just a meeting time. And apparently everyone and his brother and his brother's favorite whore had decided it was a good night to be out and about.

"Dammit, Teech," she muttered as she moved around a pair of corsairs who were flirting with a pair of drunken crewmen. "Where in blue blazes are you?"

Oh, and there was no way she was going to babysit her brother's cubs. She would lie for him, steal for him, cheat and kill for him, even sleep with lions she wasn't interested in for him, but she was not babysitting for him. No. Just no.  

[Rainhowl]

Nefarian arched a brow at the other's behavior. He hadn't joined the pride for friends or brotherhood and he didn't particularly plan on staying past it's usefulness, thus he didn't know all of the lions well. He'd assumed this other lion was a pirate before approaching, hence the light conversation in a pretty useless attempt to feign comradeship. The black and white lion, however, didn't seem to take well to him at first. Was he...

Afraid?

For a moment, Nefarian was uneasy. Did this lion know him? Something about him? He did bear his father's markings, so perhaps that was it? Either way, he brushed off the discomfort and gave a dry, wry chuckle. He didn't really think it funny, but he at least went through the motions of acting lighthearted.

"Well, I'm needing a good, stiff drink. Maybe see if I can woo a corsair or two, y'get me?" And with that, the lava-marked lion plodded off, orange tipped tail flicking. Looked like Jakk and Pili were entertaining a pair of identical ladies. He grinned inwardly and plopped down near them, but only after making the treck to claim one of the fermented fruits from the cavern.  

[Rainhowl]

Tamu plodded along, his dusty gray body low to the ground in hopes that it would help other lions from glimpsing them. It didn't matter where he seemed to lead Flounder, there were lions all over the place. He'd led her down to the water to look for shells or any unusual trinkets that might have washed ashore, but neither had any luck thus far. At first, he had assumed the lions they had seen were other pirates, but now he was suspicious - extremely suspicious. They didn't act a whole lot like pirates in the main camp, or maybe they did, but their behavior was off, like they weren't sure of themselves, and he watched through worried, pink eyes.

"I-I think somethings wrong, Flound. Maybe we oughta tell someone, yeah?"  

[Rainhowl]

"Are you daft in the 'ead?"

The little lioness, who's paws were soaked as she waded ever so slightly, turned and frowned at her older friend, tail flicking in frustration. She'd seen the other lions, but they were just other lions and she was pretty sure they were just crew they were unfamiliar with, nothing in particular to worry about. Tamu was just being a big kitten, for all she was aware of. Lily-livered and afraid of a lil' adventure.

"You go 'n rat on 'em you'll be the laughin' stock and you'll get us in trouble, to boot! Y'want that? I didn't think so." She stuck up her nose haughtily, but the fact that she was still very young and it was way past her bed time was obvious, as she was starting to get cranky and snippy.

"If you really gotta tell someone, you best not tattle on me or tell my dad, cos he'll notice I ain't asleep wit' the others, y'got me?"  

[Buffy_the_Bloody]

He was late. He had no valid excuse beyond parenting was like Hell. But he was still late, and he knew Joya would be cross with him. Not that he cared, but if he could avoid the trouble he would.

Once he stepped out from the den he called his, his eyes began roving over the lands. His den was higher than ground level, and he could see a few shadows sneaking about. Their smells were wrong, and he narrowed his eyes. What was going on? Because there was something wrong with these lions.. He just didn't know what, and he didn't like that he didn't know either.

He leapt down the stones that made stairs to his den, his paws hitting the sand. He arched an eyebrow, searching for the scent of his sister. But other scents were hitting his nostrils, and it caused him to be very, very suspicious.  

[Andranis]

Izzy Makani

He'd only half expected them to take the bait for the story. The other half hadn't expected them to take to the idea of a story at this hour at all. He rose onto his back paws, pulling them both close. Yup, both very real. Now to tell them APART... It was near impossible in the dark. "Well, what ye do is first ye gotta GET the turtles.. About... Four will do. Each island's turtles be different, so ye gotta get creative on how to get them at all. But..." He held a digit on his left paw up. "When ye DO get them, ye gotta take some hair.. And make a rope out of it, then ye strap a turtle to each paw, and they fly ye t' the mainland." Or was it swim? He couldn't keep that part straight. "'Course, first ye gotta make sure there in't anythin' on their backs already..." He squeezed his eyes shut. "Found one once with four tiny elephants balanced on its back holdin' up a slab'a earth..." Maybe he needed to lay off the spirits a bit...