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Post by wolfking on Apr 25, 2016 22:21:17 GMT -5
Vaska was tired.
Her shoulder ached, sharp and sticky a deep lancing pain that seemed to weigh her down. The arrow head was gone but the wound was still there; she simply hoped it was clean enough from the seawater not to fester. There was a hole in the back of her favourite jacket and shirt, both of which were the single items of clothing she had left, and both of which were stuck with dried blood to her back. Every twitch, twist or step tugged painfully, but she didn't bother to stop long enough to fuss over it. Hopefully, she would live long enough for it to scar.
She rubbed her eyes irritably, dirt and sandy grit rolling from her salt crusted white fur - the douse in the sea and the loss of her ship, her crew, and most importantly her reputation had done little to leave her in high spirits. She keeps one paw fisted tight about the hilt of her scimitar as she limps along the bank of the River Moss, dark thoughts keeping her steady like a fevered prayer whispered into the night; "Stupid, long eared short tailed, buck toothed,.." She grits under her breath, working each word like a piece of gristle between her fangs, as if they were the hare's themselves. And the badger lords! No doubt sitting smug in their castle's, kept safe by their walls and their armies.
She spits on the ground, just for good measure.
"You hear me, lord stripey buns?!? I'll have your HEAD!" She yells it to the sky, to the canopy above, and all she is rewarded with is the startled chirping of a few birds shocked into flight. She snarls a little savagely, and keeps a steady pace. One foot in front of another, until she got to the gates of Salamandastron, or whatever poor beast came before her first.
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Post by ginger on Apr 27, 2016 10:01:26 GMT -5
Roe Avore decided that she was done with sitting in the oak she was in. It was time to explore! Climbing down, she looked around and admired the greenery of nature. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and bugs were buzzing. A ladybug landed nearby, sparking Roe's interest. Gently, she picked up the ladybug and let it crawl around her paw, giggling. With that, she started walking, using her "weapon" as a walking stick, even though it was technically that. She jumped when she heard somebeast yell. Putting the ladybug on a nearby bush, she crept around a tree to see a large white ermine. Her eyes widened, as she had never seen such a beast before.
Making sure her ears were clean, she trotted over to the older beast. Roe slowed down so she was walking along side her.
"Hiya! Whats'cha name?"
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Post by wolfking on Apr 27, 2016 19:37:44 GMT -5
Vaska hears the rustle before the beast approaches, but doesn't draw her blade; not yet, at least. She narrows her single blue eye, and tilts her head slightly - whomever was approaching was coming from her blind right side, and seemed to have little care for the fall of their paws or the rustling of their surroundings. Which suggested it wasn't an ambush. Or they felt confident enough to approach her, which could mean more coming or a settlement nearby.
She pulls a nasty sort of grin, the kind that is all fang and no mercy, and twitches her claws on the hilt of her blade.
She turns her head sharply at the high, lilting childish voice that comes from somewhere not much higher than her knees.
Vaska freezes mid step, and blinks down at the little squirrel - barely clothed in but a simple jerkin, with ridiculous ear plumes and a tooth pick for armaments the little creature had the nerve to attempt to fall into step beside her. Not even a squeak, or a yelp of surprise for being faced with the Mossflower Coast's most feared pirate! She narrows her single eye at the little creature as she straightens her spine to look imperiously down her short snout.
"Vaska Serket, only the Queen of the Eastern Sea's," She sniffs disdainfully, and pokes the little squirrel right on the nose.
"And whom are you?"
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Post by ginger on Apr 27, 2016 21:14:15 GMT -5
Either unaware to the dangerous situation or simply just didn't mind, Roe giggles and rubs her nose. Being so short, she pokes Vaskas side lightly in reply to the boop. "I'm Roe an' I da bes' climba in Mossflowur!" Not even half a second later, her eyes widen and she grabs the ermines paw. "You a pirate!? I wanna be a pirate! Do ya hav a big ship?" ((sorry, i haven't roleplayed as a dibbun before and don't have the speech down entirely ^^  ) |
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Post by wolfking on Apr 27, 2016 21:54:33 GMT -5
Vaska brushes the boop aside with a flick of a paw, as she eye's the little creature. There was opportunity here, she was sure if it. If she could just find the squirrel's parents she could bargain a few supplies - or better yet, use the squirrel as a bargaining chip for even greater quarries. Hell, the bleeding hearts at Salamandastron might even let her in with welcome arms at the thought of her ferrying home a 'poor, wost lil babe'.
Then the squirrel grabs her paw.
She tries to quell the look of revulsion as she fishes it back and holds it aloft - far out of reaching range of the tiny little creature. Her expression sour further at the mention of ships. It was rather a sore spot.
"Not a pirate. The pirate. But that and all ship related queries are to be put to the side for a moment," She leans down meeting Roe nose to nose and once again treating her to a toothy grin she hopes is somewhat near friendly.
"So little Roe, where are your mummy and daddy squirrels? Hrm? And do they have any of these, but bigger?" She taps the stick to make her point.
((not a worry at al!!! practice makes perfect! :3))
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Post by ginger on Apr 28, 2016 6:31:27 GMT -5
Roe gives Vaska a confused look.
"Mummy? Daddy? Whats dat? Do you got dose?"
The child starts to draw designs in the dirt with her stick while she waits for an answer. Swirls, zigzags, and insects flowed from the end of her weapon and scattered themselves along the ground.
"Whoeva dey are, dey don't got a stik like me. My stik is sp...spe...spe..."
Roe paused for a moment in thought before turned to the Ermine, a curious look in her eyes.
"What's dat S word dat means supah supah good?"
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Post by wolfking on Apr 29, 2016 22:02:51 GMT -5
Vaska tucks the note of information away for later; an orphan, then. At least that meant she had no squirrelly parents to deal with nearby, though she would have welcomed the trade of a few scraps of cloth and some salve for the life of their brat - her arrow wound ached something awful. She reached back a paw to scrabbled at the wound idly though it barely helped, and her claws came away with little flakes of dried blood. She brushes it with a grimace on the side of her already stained coat.
Still, an orphan was no wasted opportunity - she squints her eyes as she off handedly thinks of a word for Roe, turning over the different uses she could find for her.
"Special?" She offers, as she eyes up the little creature determining her worth. She was small still - small enough to be assumed innocent of anything. Squirrel's were good climbers, too - good for scouting ahead and for scampering into places unseen. Some of the most useful members of her old crew had been bucket boys or deck hands small enough and young enough they weren't instantly judged a threat.
If Roe was trained and taught, she could be useful. Better even that she had no family - no ties and no trace for her to get restless and try to track. No other opportunities tying her down. She would be Vaska's, and Vaska's alone.
Another tool in her arsenal.
With a wicked smirk, she turns the full force of her gleaming gaze back on the little creature.
"So, Roe," She begins, with a modicum of care for where her paws falls as she straightens up in front of the dibbun, placed between some swirls and a few bugs that had been scratched into the dirt. She was using her captain's posture, without really realising it.
"I have a proposition for you. If you've nowhere to go, and no beast to see, how about you come with me?" She nods once, as if this is the most sensible thing she has ever heard suggested. She continues.
"I have, after all, been looking for an apprentice. And I think we could make a fine pirate of you. What do you say?" She holds out a paw to shake and seal the deal.
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Post by ginger on Apr 30, 2016 6:23:34 GMT -5
Upon hearing the word "special" Roe jumped and clapped her paws a little.
"Ya! Specil! My stik is specil! Specil specil specil!"
She remembered the big fancy word and it was all thanks to Vaska! Watching her new friend stand in a fancy way make her eyes widen as she looked up at the ermines face. She listened closely to her proposition, smile growing wider and wider by the second.
"You mean I get tah be a pirate?! Dat sounds...specil!! I wanna do it!"She quickly tucks her stick under her arm and grabs Vaskas large paw with both of her tiny ones. As they shook, Roes mind was racing.
She saw herself, older and wiser, sitting in the crows nest of Vaskas ship; it is one of the biggest in all of Mossflower. Scanning the horizon with her telescope, she spots a tiny green mass in the distance. "Land ho!! Land ho!!" she shouts, scrambling down to the deck to get to the stern. She immediatly goes to the captains quarters and bursts in to find Vaska, elegant looking and pouring over maps and sea charts. When she hears of Roes finding, she starts beaming with pride. She ruffles the fur between Roes ears and swoops her into a hug, repeating various forms of praise to the squirrel.
Blinking out of her daydream, Roe looks up at Vaska and giggles a little. She lets go of her paw to hug the beast around her middle.
"Tank yu, Vaska!! Tank yu tank yu tank yu!!"
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Post by wolfking on May 2, 2016 6:50:52 GMT -5
As Roe grabs her paw, Vaska cannot help a genuine sort of smile spread across her features; albeit smug and rather well satisfied, it was a smile all the same. The little squirrel seemed eager to please and eager for companionship, and if Vaska was honest... she was cold blooded, and needed no beast! But another long, hungry face round the meagre campfire at least gave her some company. And someone to.. laugh at, of course.
"You'll be plenty 'specil'," Vaska indulges, as Roe giggles just a smidgen. The squirrel's little paw releases her own, and she is about to return it to her scabbard and set off at a brisk pace - her shoulder was surely aching something fierce, and nothing like tired paws from walking could distract her from it. But it is then that little Roe releases her most potent and deadly attack yet - she latches herself about Vaska's middle, with multiple professions of thanks.
Vaska's expression drops like a loosened pulley on a ships mast suddenly gone slack.
"Now see here!" She announces sharply, placing one paw firmly to Roe's little brow and stepping back to pry her off.
"First rule of being a pirate - none of.. whatever that was."
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Post by ginger on May 2, 2016 13:58:23 GMT -5
Roe, confused, was shoved off by Vaska. Before she could ask what she had done wrong, Vaska told her the first rule of being a pirate. After hearing that, her tail drooped a little.
"Otay, Vaska... I won't hug ya anymore.... is holdin' paws somtimes still otay?"
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Post by wolfking on May 2, 2016 18:20:22 GMT -5
Vaska eyes the little squirrel and sighs. She looks decidedly away with a scowl as she offers a paw out to her.
"I.. suppose, at times, a pirate may indulge in some.. Paw holding. However, only if it is kept strictly between the two of us. A secret, alright?"
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Post by ginger on May 2, 2016 19:02:12 GMT -5
The child's eyes lit up at the ermines response. She giggled again as she took Vaskas paw, tail wagging a little from the days events. She started to lead her new friend down the Mossflower path, a confident grin on the young squirrels face. She pointed the way with her "specil" stick, as if it was a compass. Slowly but surely, Roe started slowing down until she was completely stopped. She furrowed her brow and flattened her ears in thought. Ears returning to their normal and perky state, she turned around to face Vaska.
"Vaska...wherr are we goin'? Wherr were ya goin' before we met?"
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Post by wolfking on May 2, 2016 21:40:05 GMT -5
Vaska let herself be lead, though usually she would have words about such insubordination. Walking paw in paw was embarrassing but... tolerable. They were lead by Roe's 'specil' stick, and by all accounts it was going as well as Vaska could hope. She was not a woodlander, after all; the closest she'd ever been to a forest was a meeting of ships, their mast as tall as any tree, wooden planks beneath her paws. What to do with all this greenery and brush she.. wasn't entirely certain.
Vaska was just getting into step with things when Roe halted, and the ermine neatly side stepped her lest she trip right over.
"Ah," The ermine began, contemplatively, as that was all she had to truly say. She had vague designs on Salamandastron, but first she needed a horde and to heal and well... she of course had a vague idea. Captain Vaska Serket was never lost! She just didn't know exactly which direction to storm to, at the current time.
"I was going to find somewhere to patch up, and find some food," She pauses a moment and looks to the little squirrel.
"You wouldn't happen to know any places like that, would you?"
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Post by ginger on May 3, 2016 9:06:14 GMT -5
Roe's ears went flat when she saw the wound in Vaskas shoulder. She searched her mind for somewhere to go; she knew that pressure stops bleeding but that was it! Her friend needed serious help from somebeast older. The young squirrel combed her mind in search of anyplace that could help. Suddenly, she remembered hearing a conversation between some passing woodlanders. They were talking about someplace called Redwall Abbey. They described an etheral place where the food was plentiful and there were countless beasts who would be more than willing to lend a paw to anybeast in need.
"Uh... i've hearda beasts talkin bout this big redwalled place. Dey says its got lotsa food and nice beasts who will help anaybeast ever. Should we go dere?"
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bye!
