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Post by RamuDeMorte on Aug 13, 2018 7:55:41 GMT -8
* The perfect horizon had a lone blemish, the tiny dot that seemed to grow larger through the process of the day. On this dot, scurrying hither and fro with extreme purpose, his crew readied for the docking that was to ensue. They were hours away...but each of them knew any delay might be very painful. How long had they been away this time? Days had melted into months quicker than they had imagined. Ramu stood at the bow of his massive ship, one foot propped on the railing and arms folded across his lifted knee. Weathered eyes, kissed by the slightest hint of age at the corners, settled on the ever nearing land mass that was Tyran. He glanced left and right slowly, eyes moving carefully from one obtrusive land mark to the next.
Lids drifted closed as he tilted his nose to the air, inhaling her ever approaching scent. It had been far too long since her aroma had been this strong to him. When the wind moved just right across the sea's rolling surface, he would catch her smell from time to time over these past months...but now...Sloane was close. Mingled in with her familiar aroma was that of his children. Their kindred link was stronger now that he was closer and he growled internally at what he was hearing in his mind. Canigan....always causing problems with his sister. Remy...so head strong and defiant yet sensitive to his teasing.
His eyes opened once again, settling on an area just beyond the mainland. This place was familiar to him. Once a home in fact. Now...it resembled nothing of what he knew. His jaw clenched and relaxed as the flood of memories danced through his mind. Dragging his boot from the railing, he righted himself and folded his arms across his chest. Wind swirled unkempt hair across his forehead and shrouded one eye. He was in much need of a haircut. Even as this thought entered his head, it was pushed away by what he saw on the opposite end of the landscape. Such peace that swelled and tried to persuade the land. In the middle...Tyran. An invisible war that threatened to consume the land. In the middle of that...his family. His jaw clenched again as he turned his back to the entire scene. Hands moved behind his back as he moved across the deck towards his quarters. He was deep in thought as he passed deftly in and out of frantically moving deckhands.
A hand reached out to press firmly against his office door as he gave it a gentle shove open. Stepping inside, he paused as the door fell shut behind him. Moving around behind his desk, he reached out a hand and grasped a stack of papers. He began to absently sift through the papers looking for nothing in particular before dropping them back to his desk in a scattered mess. His eyes moved to the wall before him, his gaze fixed on what he couldn't see beyond it. His mind was still on Tyran. The utter chaos that surged through it due to a lack of guidance. There were two schools of thought offered to the people. Good. Bad. There was ~nothing~ in the middle. Did all actions fall into one of these camps? What of those grey areas? What of balance? Would his children grow up in a world that forced them to choose one extreme or the other? Only the splintering sound of wood reminded him that he was now gripping the back of his chair with far too much force. This simply would not do....* |
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Post by SloaneDeMorte on Aug 13, 2018 9:19:38 GMT -8
It had been quite the time since she saw her husband. She was doing her best to keep control of the trading company, and raise her children while their father was gone. It seemed like the kids were getting older too fast, and this made her feel old herself. Normally Sloane had the look of a male with short hair, a lean body that did not really show many curves, and she dressed in male clothing. It was not like she was trying to be a man, but she was so used to being the way she was before Ramu, it sort of stuck with her even when he marked her all those years ago to be his mate. Those memories seemed so long ago as well. These past few months though, her focus had been so busy on work, and dealing with two fueding kids, that she let her appearance go a little.
Her hair was growing longer, and she actually wore something feminine from time to time. She did not do it often though, because some of the warehouse staff would start to watch her too closely. She was quite a mystery to some of the males which made them want to get closer, but Sloane always made sure to let them know that was a huge mistake to even attempt and it would result in limbs being torn apart. Today was one of the feminine days. She ran out of things to wear that were clean, and until she could do some laundry, she resorted to wearing dresses. She still refused to wear the poofy ridiculous looking ones though. She managed to hire someone to create dresses that fit her form perfectly. The fabric clung to her in all places.
She sat like a lady at her desk with one leg crossed over the other. Canagan was busy out on the docks playing with his sister. She was in the process of doing paperwork when she overheard Remy crying, and Canagan shouting at her to shut up. She grumbled and lifted up from the desk moving out from the warehouse to stand at the docks and she felt a nice breeze toss her hair. Her eyes lifted to the waters in front of her, and she closed her eyes seeking out her husband through their bond. She felt him coming to her, and with that knowledge a smile spread on her lips. "Canagan.." she growled and narrowed her eyes at him. "Go into the warehouse and find something to play with if you cannot be nice to your sister. You two are twins, you should both be sweet and connected to eachother, not acting like a little shit."
she knelt down a little trying to pull Remy closer to her, and she whispered in her ear something that made Remy light up. "Mommy says Daddy will be here soon!" Canagan tensed up and gave a few sniffs in the air, but he was still learning those different ways to sense things. He smelled the ocean and some nearby fish."How do you know?" he quirked a brow and Sloane shook her head. "I just know. We have a special connection." she tapped the side of her forehead and smirked. "which means you better stop bullying your sister." Canagan crossed his arms across his chest and snorted. "I knew THAT..." his manner of saying it seemed like he was one that knew everything. "I always know when daddy is coming home..too bad Remy ca.." his voice was cut off by Sloane cutting her eyes to him and snarling and he snapped his mouth shut and lowered his head moving inside the warehouse.
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Post by RamuDeMorte on Aug 14, 2018 6:24:40 GMT -8
"Steady those sails! Secure the mainstay!"
*He moved swiftly from fore to aft barking commands and assisting in the rigging of the ship necessary to safely approach the docks. In one bounding leap, he crossed over the railing to the helm of his mighty ship. Taking the wheel in his skilled hands, he guided the rudder and marveled as slowly she began to turn. This was not the first time an unforeseen squall had shifted across the bay leading into Tyran. Rain pounded down, drenching him completely in a matter of minutes. Squinting, he peered between the shifting sheets of rain and saw there would quickly be an end to this turmoil.*
"Hold 'er steady men! She's breaking just ahead! Calmer waters will take us home!"
*His first mate barked complementary orders with a more precise and micromanaged focus. A smirk touched Ramu's lips at the efficiency of his crew. It had taken a lot of time, but he had finally found one that fit. A glance starboard caused him to grip the wheel before him tightly. He lifted a hand and pointed...*
"Secure that rigging! Abaft the beam, heads! Watch your heads back there!"
*At his word, a particularly slow ship hand just barely missed being caught up in free hanging rigging meant to secure the mainsail. He recovered and moved to regain control of this crucial rigging. Ramu's eyes squinted slightly as he peered through the pelting rain at what was happening all around him. A glance was cast upward to the main foresail that seem to be stretched to its full capacity. His jaw clenched as he gripped the wheel tighter, feeling the shudder of the rudder as they fought to navigate through to the other side. The sails began to relax at the precise moment that the rains began to taper. He could feel the calmness that seemed to seep into the wheel as the violent shudders dissipated to a smooth gentle glide. His grip relaxed as he heard a collective sigh of relief seem to radiate throughout the crew. A few backs were patted as they moved to return to normal stations. Looking over his shoulders, he eyed the darkness that swirled and moved its way across the oceans surface.*
"Damned weather is a bitch today..."
*The words were muttered mostly to himself yet his first mate caught them and offered a nod of agreement as he passed. Ramu took in a deep breath then released it as his eyes settled on the approaching docks.*
"Almost home..." |
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Post by SloaneDeMorte on Aug 15, 2018 8:06:01 GMT -8
could feel her mate getting closer, and it brought a certain peace to her mind. It was rough raising twins, and trying to handle business in the warehouse at the same time. Their lycan friend Deacon had been babysitting from time to time, but she hated pawning her children off on other people. She figured they could stick around the warehouse and learn something for the future perhaps. She heard random shouting and she sighed heavily patting Remy on the head. "one moment, mommy needs to go handle the hellion child." she pointed to the water and narrowed her eyes. "Do not go near the water. Your father will be approaching any moment and I do not need you getting yourself hurt."
She heard Remy acknowledge her and she nodded and moved back towards the warehouse where Canagan was trying to kick at some guys leg and shouting different things. "I WAS PLAYING WITH THAT!!! GIVE IT BACK!! I WILL TEAR YOU APART!!" he was getting all huffy and acting as if he were about to attack, but Sloane was there standing behind him and without warning she grabbed him by the back of the neck and lifted him up so his feet were dangling and kicking in the air. "HEYY!!" Sloane cut her eyes to him and she growled. "Do not be hey'ing me little pup. Remember who you are talking to." she pointed up to the guy carrying boxes. "There are other boxes you can climb on and jump from, but these boxes are being gone through to count inventory."
She lifted her eyes to the man and he gave one of those relieved smiles. "Thank you M'am" she heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the warehouse and a voice spoke out. "Elizabeth DeMorte?" his voice seemed a bit confused as he read over the note and Sloane cringed. She felt her hands clench at the name error and she spun around to move towards the man. It seemed he had some sort of package, and sadly she had to use her first name when it came to mail or anything else important. "What do you want?" he blinked and glanced down to the package before handing it over. "A gift to you from the mister...Parson? I believe you helped him in the past with some sort of alcohol shipping mishap? He wanted to thank you with this gift." she eyed the package which seemed rather large.
Sloane reached for it and gave a nod. "Package has been delivered." she paused a moment and let her eyes wander a moment, before glancing back to the delivery fella. "now go away" she was not really good at communicating with males very well in a friendlier manner. Ramu was the exception. She watched him scurry off and she let her eyes fall back on the package. "I wonder what that sleazy man sent." she rolled her eyes and carried the package into the warehouse and set it down on her desk. It did not take her long to rip the thing open and she pulled out this elegant pale blue dress with it cutting low in the chest. She also saw a small note that read. ~I appreciate you clearing up the mess from before, and in my thanks I send you something I think you would look very stunning in.~ she scoffed and threw the note to the side. "such a perverted man"
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