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show me your shipwrecks | Tide
« on: June 05, 2017, 07:27:11 PM »
ooc; tw for dead shark and gross eating (non graphic).


Once again, Isengrim strode across the coast. A morning stroll like any other, until he entered a small creek, where gulls were cackling like hyenas. The breeze brushed his nose with a promise, and he followed the trail of the birds, intrigued.  His gaze stopped upon a shadowed figure near the edge of the sea, and his excitation fell. A stranded shark. The sea was calm now… yet this sight was the result of a small storm, which occurred the last two days, and it attested to the violence the waves could bestow upon all creatures. Including its inhabitants. While it may not have been incapacitated by the natural disaster, the sharp rocks along the shore did the rest. It lay on the sand, helpless, dried blood around it. In its state the fish was certainly not fit for a battle, but perfect for a great meal.

Isengrim’s tongue licked dry chops, impatience setting in his gut despite himself. He hadn’t got such fleshy meat since he departed from his island, and the habit of gorging himself was certainly one of the hardest to let go of. But this was almost disappointing, in a way. No real challenge, just chance throwing a treat his way.  A detail to some, but… Well, his hunger was persistent, quite never sated. For he played the games of Titans, far away from civilization, where inhibition was an alien concept. The games had no real end either, carrying on, an endless loop which only death could stagger. And it wasn’t the prey, the meat it offered, laying at his feet, that was the ultimate prize. No, meat was an afterthought. It was the chase that was the most thrilling, the most quenching experience. Without a proper hunt, meat had the tendency to loose its flavor; another bland, dead flesh, swallowed without savoring it.Perhaps he’d grown too gluttonous. Or perhaps there was a gap he’d never quite fill, having tasted danger at its more raw essence, and left wanting more.

He wouldn’t have his adrenaline fix today, not with this gift sent his way. But he was always game for a simple, easy meal. Who knew how long it would be for another occasion? And who knew if prey would always be available in these parts? (Instincts die hard when your belly knows starvation.)

He advanced toward the growing crowd of bids, his pace quickening as he did, until his jaws snapped at their wings and in the air around them. With the scavengers gone, and him taking their place, he’d look down on his claim. His massive frame towered over the sad spectacle, his shadow stretched out thanks to the sunlight and its size comparing to the fallen giant. (The irony wasn’t lost on him.)

Without hesitation, sharp teeth lodged themselves into the exposed scar tissue. The creature trembled with a pent up rage, but that could hardly qualify as resistance. Incoherent wiggling, more likely. It was not long before its final breath escaped from its jaws. Not an end fit for a ferocious creature, but then again — chance was fickle, and fate rarely kind.

He cut, cut and cut— in a few minutes, Isengrim had gulped down a fair portion of the fallen terror of the seas. Blood stained most of his maw and his paws, but that was a stench he grown too accustomed to even take notice of it. He wouldn’t stop until he was pleased, or unless someone stirred him away from the feast. And, certainly, the remnants of the shark could feed more than a bulky soldier like him — and its smell would bring out another opportunistic beast out of the woods… or the water. It was only a matter of time really. Perhaps it could explain the frenzy that inhabited the bacchus, his eyes shining with a primal ferocity, as he kept devouring—devouring—DEVOURING.

" A great Hope / fell / You heard no / noise / crash
/ The Ruin was / havoc / damage / within / Oh cunning
/ Wreck / That told no / Tale / And let no / Witness in "


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Re: show me your shipwrecks | Tide
« Reply #1 on: June 07, 2017, 02:23:08 PM »
The hellion today was exploring a different scene.

The ocean was no stranger to him, at least. He had been surrounded by that, hunted within it many a times before his arrival to Tortuga. The fact that they had a beach and free access to the ocean made him glad in more ways than one, and it wasn't like he hid that fact. If any paid even a sliver of attention to him, they would be quick to realize the draconian wolf favored the wet atmosphere. Where others cursed the humidity and occasional mugginess, Tide found solace in the water droplets glimmering on his coat. It was often why he ventured towards the pools, the waterfalls, the waves of the ocean. Such as now as he dipped beneath the surface.

The waves crashed above him, and he hadn't missed the sight of the dead shark on shore. An unfortunate incident, for certain, but not one that interested him. He preferred to chase after the fish, dart in and out among the seaweed and clamp his muzzle down on the glimmering blue tang as they fled from him in schools. It was an attest to his speed and prowess, the way he maneuvered around the water with ease despite the tugs of the occasional current cutting through. If only he could be so lucky on land.

When he finally surfaced among the foamy waves, his orange eyes immediately caught sight of the large beast feasting on the shark he had spotted earlier. With the fervor in which he attacked it, you'd have thought he was starving. Blowing out a spray of mist through his nose, Tide observed the individual. He recognized him, at least in the very faint sense of the word. They had both been brought into Tortuga with the group of warriors. Admittedly, the large beast had made his hackles stand out of caution, but by no means was he intimidated. He may be small compared to most, but he wasn't weak. And this was 'supposed' to be another pack member, so they should be safe within each other's space, shouldn't they?

At least, that was how the story went.

Tide drifted towards shore, carried by the waves themselves and his own paws waved to keep him afloat. When his legs finally touched upon the sand he lifted himself up and walked instead, resisting the push of the waves as they crashed onto Tortuga's sands. "Eat well, friend," he told the other, sending well wishes to him. There was no reason to wish ill upon him, after all. "It seems the ocean has chosen the fate of one of it's own today." Hopefully it wouldn't be so between the two of them today. Tide had better things to do than to indulge in fights with each other. But looking at this one... it seemed like he wouldn't be opposed to the idea.







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Re: show me your shipwrecks | Tide
« Reply #2 on: June 13, 2017, 10:19:12 AM »
As he kept on feeding, company joined in. The thing was: it didn’t arrive from the land, but from the sea. In between waves, a lean silhouette began to form, navigating the currents like a slithering snake. When Isengrim took notice of the arriving guest — who certainly was taking the scenic route — instincts made his grip harder on the carcass. His chops tightened upwards, alertness set in his muscles. His neck stretched a little as he rose his head, squinting toward Tide.

"Eat well, friend,"
Isengrim regarded him with skepticism, frankly surprised and even a bit amused at his cloying greeting. Friend? Really? What a mushy thing to say. His nose twitched, and a very low rumble animated his throat, almost imperceptible. Perhaps in time they would be friends… but the bacchus seriously doubted that. He had the feeling this newcomer was either naive or making fun of him.

In a swift motion, his eyes quickly wandered across the hellion’s features, memories rekindled at the colors and the posture of his visitor. He vaguely remembered him from their trip to Tortuga, but certainly more for his looks than for his character. ‘’Don’t you worry about my appetite, serpent’’ this was he’d would have answered, if only his mouth wasn’t so full, his manners not so rusty, and his interest not so weak. Instead, Isengrim opted to keep on eating. But his gaze didn’t stray from the hellion, regarding his packmate with carefulness. Tide didn’t look intent on being opportunistic and grabbing a piece of meat, but nevertheless Isengrim protected his loot with piercing cold eyes. Tide wouldn’t have an answer to his previous greeting, that much was certain.

"It seems the ocean has chosen the fate of one of it's own today."
Isengrim tore a last piece of meat from his current meal before his attention was fully turned at the walking eel. "What are you babbling about?" What a weird phrasing. The ocean choose. Like the waves and coral reefs had a effing conscience. Bullcrap. Seems he'd had been right about this one; he was an anomaly among soldiers, a stark contrast to a pack of exotic rufians. Well, he got the exotic part right.

"This fish—" not shark, because no matter the size Isengrim wouldn’t start to bestow technicalities on dead meat —  "was either stupid enough to venture out in a storm, or in a wrong place, at a wrong time." He licked his maw, narrowing his eyes at the peaceful — too peaceful — pirate. "Ever heard about accidents?" There was a strange energy in his last word, a slippy note. A sharp hilarity, but which didn’t express itself in a laugh — rather,  it threatened to shape his mouth in a smile with nothing but teeth. For now though, ivory blades stood inches away from reveal.

He awaited Tide’s answer with a focused curiosity, a sudden interest in the unexpected guest erupting in that cunning head of his. As he observed the water-dwelling creature in front of him, the bacchus idly wondered what other mystical nonsense Tide could sprout in everyday-life situations, and if would dare to do so again, or if he would choose a more straightforward approach. Either way, there’s was no right answer; only a spiral leading down to scrutiny and calculating tendencies of a beast who once ruled over his own wild and dark kingdom. For Tide’s figure gradually resembled lost gamblers who ventured to Winterfall, and Isengrim was very eager to see if this one would — or could — throw the dices.

" A great Hope / fell / You heard no / noise / crash
/ The Ruin was / havoc / damage / within / Oh cunning
/ Wreck / That told no / Tale / And let no / Witness in "


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