Gesentes IC Thread (Unseen Battles) | Roleplay

[img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/532383945807888385/536622927899000862/1-iIyuopPOrKXChoIqItzvvQ.jpg[/img] [center] [url=https://www.deviantart.com/violetcascade/art/F2u-Something-Green-682166708][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/5fd045ff-4225-4ef0-a0ac-aff3ecfc51d7/dba5778-62ccf9ce-41b4-439d-97cc-e6a21965f981.png[/img] [url=https://www.deviantart.com/martith/art/8-Bit-boho-F2U-decor-725671899][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/8debd67d-e4d9-453b-aed3-998549f50bbd/dc01o0r-f62dc7b5-bc03-4c40-a99c-3561ebc4d5bd.png[/img][/url] [font=Times New Roman][size=7][b]Gesentes[/b][/size] [url=https://www.deviantart.com/martith/art/8-Bit-boho-F2U-decor-725671899][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/8debd67d-e4d9-453b-aed3-998549f50bbd/dc01o0r-f62dc7b5-bc03-4c40-a99c-3561ebc4d5bd.png[/img] [url=https://www.deviantart.com/violetcascade/art/F2u-Something-Green-682166708][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/5fd045ff-4225-4ef0-a0ac-aff3ecfc51d7/dba5778-62ccf9ce-41b4-439d-97cc-e6a21965f981.png[/img] ------ [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/532383945807888385/536622575351234601/pz4670.jpg.png[/img] [font=Times New Roman][size=4][b]Season:[/b] Mid-winter [b]Current Setting:[/b] The Speedwell The scent of salty sea breeze had become a begrudgingly normal scent that ranged upon each nose. For some it was a scent they knew very well from home, but even the most sea loving of the packs of people had grown tired after almost sixty days upon the ship. The ship that sat upon the horizon twas one known to history as the Speedwell. The pages of history will tell you the ship had a hole in its hull, unable to sail the passage to the new world. Though behind the stories, one lost to history was one of the single passage the Speedwell took to the New World. The people stumbling around the hull had been told it would be a long journey, the sea being an unforgiving mistress. The rocky nights had long grown tiresome, most of the pilgrams of the sea had grown tired, but the pilgrimage was soon to end unbeknownst to the regular pilgrims of the ship. The ship's crew knew this route, well, they knew plenty routes to the new world, they all only took about so long, this was a new route their captain was trying, on command King James. The only others that had any indication of the upcoming land was those with enhanced senses. The smell of fresh dirt and trees being a welcomed difference upon the western winds. [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675]Main RP Thread[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2615785]Wayakoh RP Thread[/url] [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/c7fb87a0-095d-4d00-bba7-6366b9c5b00c/d41w92p-79274dc6-e9cd-4afb-bd20-ea0e109859cf.png[/img]

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Gesentes

Season: Mid-winter
Current Setting: The Speedwell

The scent of salty sea breeze had become a begrudgingly normal scent that ranged upon each nose. For some it was a scent they knew very well from home, but even the most sea loving of the packs of people had grown tired after almost sixty days upon the ship. The ship that sat upon the horizon twas one known to history as the Speedwell. The pages of history will tell you the ship had a hole in its hull, unable to sail the passage to the new world. Though behind the stories, one lost to history was one of the single passage the Speedwell took to the New World. The people stumbling around the hull had been told it would be a long journey, the sea being an unforgiving mistress. The rocky nights had long grown tiresome, most of the pilgrams of the sea had grown tired, but the pilgrimage was soon to end unbeknownst to the regular pilgrims of the ship. The ship's crew knew this route, well, they knew plenty routes to the new world, they all only took about so long, this was a new route their captain was trying, on command King James. The only others that had any indication of the upcoming land was those with enhanced senses. The smell of fresh dirt and trees being a welcomed difference upon the western winds.

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Last edited on Jan 22, 2019 11:04:17 by DeathDino

Edward Rollo
Beta || Male || Upon the ships Deck || Tags

A tall figure stood against the edge of the ship, his dark eyes staring off into the distance. Edward had long since grown sick of the long nights of harsh waves. He had little time to get to know his pack but in the short time he had, he had stayed silent and distant from most, though through his actions his protectionive nature had shown through. His distaste for humans had hardened his exterior, most of the humans hadnt been given much more than a glare from the male. He had shielded his pack memebered from prying eyes. Anytime a human had come close to his pack members, his glare was upon them, leaning against the wall of the ship. He hated the sea, the unnerving lack of control of his fate always put him in a sour mood. His method to overcome it, glare at the water til it didnt bother him. He hadnt slept in days since the first comforting whiff of earth. The sound of rotation of the captains, early morning he had always been at the edge of the ship. "One eye, you still awake?" Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Edward sent a small glare with a smirk. "Bit late start, huh, Sea dog?" The captain was one of them, a wolf upon the sea, though none of the crew that. It was one reason he trust this ship, having suggested it to his new alpha.

Sorcha Barr
Havest Witch || Female || Hull of the Speedwell || Tags

Dark brown curls puffed above the plain cotton cloth that hid the young female away from sight of many others sight. It was only when three sets of mischevious giggles that the curls began to move, bright green eyes peeked open to see three sets of blue eyes looking guiltily up to the Sorcha, hiding their hands. "Boys?" "Sissy." The three said in unison, thay only furthered her assurance. Grumpily sitting up as she ran her hands through her hair. Her hand went out to the boys, they huffing as they handed back her viles of herbs. Sorcha pulled her brothers into her lap. "Now boys, come on, best behavior." The three sticking their tongue at their elder sister. She hadnt an idea who was awake yet, her brothers were early risers, a trait she did not inherit from their mother. She was quiet as she slipped the boys into their day wear, slipping her dress on before she began to glance around to hull to see who else had risen so early amongst the morning. It had been months sincr any had been able to change and it had been getting to many, even Sorcha, she had the boys occupied as she waited for the rest of her new pack to rise with the morning sun, though many of the others who called themselves quakers or puritians were awake, she shielded her brothers away from the humans.

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Edward Rollo
Beta || Male || Upon the ships Deck || Tags

A tall figure stood against the edge of the ship, his dark eyes staring off into the distance. Edward had long since grown sick of the long nights of harsh waves. He had little time to get to know his pack but in the short time he had, he had stayed silent and distant from most, though through his actions his protectionive nature had shown through. His distaste for humans had hardened his exterior, most of the humans hadnt been given much more than a glare from the male. He had shielded his pack memebered from prying eyes. Anytime a human had come close to his pack members, his glare was upon them, leaning against the wall of the ship. He hated the sea, the unnerving lack of control of his fate always put him in a sour mood. His method to overcome it, glare at the water til it didnt bother him. He hadnt slept in days since the first comforting whiff of earth. The sound of rotation of the captains, early morning he had always been at the edge of the ship. "One eye, you still awake?" Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Edward sent a small glare with a smirk. "Bit late start, huh, Sea dog?" The captain was one of them, a wolf upon the sea, though none of the crew that. It was one reason he trust this ship, having suggested it to his new alpha.

Sorcha Barr
Havest Witch || Female || Hull of the Speedwell || Tags

Dark brown curls puffed above the plain cotton cloth that hid the young female away from sight of many others sight. It was only when three sets of mischevious giggles that the curls began to move, bright green eyes peeked open to see three sets of blue eyes looking guiltily up to the Sorcha, hiding their hands. "Boys?" "Sissy." The three said in unison, thay only furthered her assurance. Grumpily sitting up as she ran her hands through her hair. Her hand went out to the boys, they huffing as they handed back her viles of herbs. Sorcha pulled her brothers into her lap. "Now boys, come on, best behavior." The three sticking their tongue at their elder sister. She hadnt an idea who was awake yet, her brothers were early risers, a trait she did not inherit from their mother. She was quiet as she slipped the boys into their day wear, slipping her dress on before she began to glance around to hull to see who else had risen so early amongst the morning. It had been months sincr any had been able to change and it had been getting to many, even Sorcha, she had the boys occupied as she waited for the rest of her new pack to rise with the morning sun, though many of the others who called themselves quakers or puritians were awake, she shielded her brothers away from the humans.

Last edited on Jan 23, 2019 04:26:54 by TheEpicRedGal

[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/celtic-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190122/403f0e7917b9f8afa1edbf9cb45f440a.png[/img][/url] [font=garamond][size=4]Alpha :: Female :: Ship's Deck :: Edward Rollo (@TheEpicRedGal)[/size][/font][/center] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [font=garamond][size=4]Emerging onto the deck and taking in the scent of seawater, Rowena steadied herself against the tossing of the waves. She was used to it by now, but it was still thoroughly unpleasant, and she couldn't wait to have solid ground beneath her feet once more. Passing by the captain, she gave him a gruff nod in greeting. She had selected this ship on the recommendation of the beta, and her faith had not been misplaced. Though the sea was rough, the crew had carried them through the worst of it. Though she had been wary of Edward at first, she felt that he would be someone to rely on; so far, he had proven this assumption to be correct. Looking out over the waves, she paused to stand beside the beta. "Any new developments, Rollo?" She had taken to calling him by his last name, somehow feeling that the first name would be inappropriate. "I pray we will reach land soon. The pack is strong, but I can tell they are growing weary of this." She had tried her best to encourage them and keep their spirits up, but there was only so much she could do. Most of her time had been spent planning for their eventual arrival on land. The first few months would determine whether they would be able to survive or not, and so she was determined to be as well-prepared as their circumstances would allow.[/size][/font]

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Emerging onto the deck and taking in the scent of seawater, Rowena steadied herself against the tossing of the waves. She was used to it by now, but it was still thoroughly unpleasant, and she couldn't wait to have solid ground beneath her feet once more. Passing by the captain, she gave him a gruff nod in greeting. She had selected this ship on the recommendation of the beta, and her faith had not been misplaced. Though the sea was rough, the crew had carried them through the worst of it. Though she had been wary of Edward at first, she felt that he would be someone to rely on; so far, he had proven this assumption to be correct.

Looking out over the waves, she paused to stand beside the beta. "Any new developments, Rollo?" She had taken to calling him by his last name, somehow feeling that the first name would be inappropriate. "I pray we will reach land soon. The pack is strong, but I can tell they are growing weary of this." She had tried her best to encourage them and keep their spirits up, but there was only so much she could do. Most of her time had been spent planning for their eventual arrival on land. The first few months would determine whether they would be able to survive or not, and so she was determined to be as well-prepared as their circumstances would allow.

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[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190110/d9bcbe014220d8dc46aecae7b3aa64a6.png[/img] [font=Verdana][size=3]Aspirant [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/c07e185b-2dbc-4544-98e7-04730dacb8fe/daq5z3w-1fff3678-ea73-4a9d-a8cd-ccf8c28469e5.png[/img] Male [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/c07e185b-2dbc-4544-98e7-04730dacb8fe/daq5z3w-1fff3678-ea73-4a9d-a8cd-ccf8c28469e5.png[/img] Hull of the Speedwell [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/c07e185b-2dbc-4544-98e7-04730dacb8fe/daq5z3w-1fff3678-ea73-4a9d-a8cd-ccf8c28469e5.png[/img] @TheEpicRedGal - Sorcha and her Brothers ------------------ [/center][size=3]A gentle yawn left the now open mouth of another youngling nearby, the boy beginning to stir from undesirable slumber. To others of keen senses, they would know how much he awoke during the night, how much he mistrusted sleep but always rolled himself back into it. His face had grown paler and he bore a smile that left it in a state of soreness. He'd been trying to retain this pleasant, cheery gesture for the whole ride, and despite it fading multiple times it still held a strain present in his dimples. He sat against the wooden wall of the hull, arms hugged around himself in constant cold, though his shivers were undoubtedly not from the temperature alone. The travel on this boat had left him in persistent fear that he could not keep underlying for long. A stray hand finally left the comfort of his position and reached for the pan flute along his belt. He grabbed at it and carefully undid it, taking it into both of his hands in an ever caring grasp. He tapped his fingernails against it thoughtfully as he contemplated playing it, hoping to soothe himself and the others. He hadn't gotten enough of it since the nights of lulling and sleep therapy not just for himself, frankly obsessed with his music. His eyes traveled elsewhere to meet the others who'd come with him on this journey, offering a hearty wave to the other aspirants as they passed and of course to their sister.

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@TheEpicRedGal - Sorcha and her Brothers

A gentle yawn left the now open mouth of another youngling nearby, the boy beginning to stir from undesirable slumber. To others of keen senses, they would know how much he awoke during the night, how much he mistrusted sleep but always rolled himself back into it. His face had grown paler and he bore a smile that left it in a state of soreness. He'd been trying to retain this pleasant, cheery gesture for the whole ride, and despite it fading multiple times it still held a strain present in his dimples. He sat against the wooden wall of the hull, arms hugged around himself in constant cold, though his shivers were undoubtedly not from the temperature alone. The travel on this boat had left him in persistent fear that he could not keep underlying for long.

A stray hand finally left the comfort of his position and reached for the pan flute along his belt. He grabbed at it and carefully undid it, taking it into both of his hands in an ever caring grasp. He tapped his fingernails against it thoughtfully as he contemplated playing it, hoping to soothe himself and the others. He hadn't gotten enough of it since the nights of lulling and sleep therapy not just for himself, frankly obsessed with his music. His eyes traveled elsewhere to meet the others who'd come with him on this journey, offering a hearty wave to the other aspirants as they passed and of course to their sister.

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Last edited on Jan 22, 2019 16:12:23 by DeathDino

Edward Rollo
Beta || Male || Upon the ships Deck || Rowena
( @LunarParadox)

Edward had responded in short answers to the captain of the ship as the batted around insults to one another. His shaggy dirty blonde hair bouncing around in its usual pony tail. The two had formed a mutual respect for one another... After they had come to an agreement. Rollo had been one of the ones to debunk the lie of the captain. They had gotten into a fight in one of the alley ways in the slums of London.
Edward smirked as a few guards secured the crew, the captain glaring at the smug looking male. "And what du yew want in exchange to keep this 'tween us mutt?" The Captain snapping at the tall male. Unlike most werewolves, the captain was short, unusually short. Edward's smirk left and he gave the captain a look before glancing between the human guards. "Lets talk more private, Captain, we can do this civilized." The guards catching the hint before the two had gone amonst the slums, the two shifting, circling each other. The captain snapped at Edward's heels, Edward's claws hooking into the captain's shoulder. It had been a long fight til Edward pinned him down, his scruff in his mouth. He had taken care of plenty of in fighting with his original pack. "What are yer terms one eye?" The captain spat, Edward held him down before he glanced back to were his new pack was hiding. "Safe passage to the new world." When Edward had heard his alpha'a voice, he turned to face the female, looking her in the eye like always. "Morning Alpha." Giving her a polite nod as she came to speak to him. He only referred to her title in company of their kind, around humans he tended to refer to her as 'Ma'am'. "Trust me, I know the feeling, I miss the ground, sturdy and reliable. From the wind we shouldnt be more than a week from land, old sea dog agrees." A soft grunt for the short fellow above reaffirmed the beta's statement. "You had to let humans on here sea dog?" A grumble came from the beta, the captain rolling his eyes. "Not changing is hard, I know ye slum, less suspicion this way ya wanker. But ta old chuff is right, a week at most and we should hit main land, ma'am."

Sorcha Barr
Havest Witch || Female || Hull of the Speedwell ||Elkin
@DesthDino

Soft chidding could be heard as the three boys looked around the hull, searching for something else to focus on other than their sister. When their eyes landed upon the other aspirant of the pack, they lit up, the three waving excitedly as they dashed away from their sister, Sorcha calling out before resting a hand upon her hip, her eyes landing upon the one who had caught their attention, giving him a tired smile. Unlike most upon the ship, she actually enjoyed the sea, being upon it and all, though at this length, even she has secretly cursed the hull's walls. Looking through her herbs as she heard the ship's 'chef' called for morning slop. The name always threw her off, having said sure stew or grub would be more apetitizing name. The chef had told her 'Once ya have yer own kitchen lassie, then ye can call it whatever yer dainty self desire, til then. Morning slop. Though she had been one of the lucky ones. Having packed herbs and spices in her bag, though her supply had run low from trying to help her pack make the food bearable. No meat was really provided, it would have gone bad. Thay is what the boys had tried to take, her spices. Julian, Hickery, and Kirkery had made it to the other aspirant, each boy having smiles upon their faces, Julian being the tallest, standing in the middle of the boys. Kirkery was the shortest with a small gap between his front teeth and Hickery was to the right, his curly hair always being slicked back as he tried to look 'cooler' than his brothers. "Are ya gonna play? Tis early in the morning?" Kirkery said with a mischevious smile upon his lips, Julian sitting next to the other male before they heard the soft footsteps of their elder sister, all three looking up innocently as if they had not just escaped a lecture. "Bois, ye did not just walk away while aye wer talking to yew-" Her green eyes turning towards Elkin, a kind smile appearing. "-Morning Elkin, hope thise trouble makers don't get ye in trouble." In her arms lay bowls of the morning slop, mixed with a few spices as she passed one to each male, even Elkin.

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January 22, 2019 16:54:00

Edward Rollo
Beta || Male || Upon the ships Deck || Rowena
( @LunarParadox)

Edward had responded in short answers to the captain of the ship as the batted around insults to one another. His shaggy dirty blonde hair bouncing around in its usual pony tail. The two had formed a mutual respect for one another... After they had come to an agreement. Rollo had been one of the ones to debunk the lie of the captain. They had gotten into a fight in one of the alley ways in the slums of London.
Edward smirked as a few guards secured the crew, the captain glaring at the smug looking male. "And what du yew want in exchange to keep this 'tween us mutt?" The Captain snapping at the tall male. Unlike most werewolves, the captain was short, unusually short. Edward's smirk left and he gave the captain a look before glancing between the human guards. "Lets talk more private, Captain, we can do this civilized." The guards catching the hint before the two had gone amonst the slums, the two shifting, circling each other. The captain snapped at Edward's heels, Edward's claws hooking into the captain's shoulder. It had been a long fight til Edward pinned him down, his scruff in his mouth. He had taken care of plenty of in fighting with his original pack. "What are yer terms one eye?" The captain spat, Edward held him down before he glanced back to were his new pack was hiding. "Safe passage to the new world." When Edward had heard his alpha'a voice, he turned to face the female, looking her in the eye like always. "Morning Alpha." Giving her a polite nod as she came to speak to him. He only referred to her title in company of their kind, around humans he tended to refer to her as 'Ma'am'. "Trust me, I know the feeling, I miss the ground, sturdy and reliable. From the wind we shouldnt be more than a week from land, old sea dog agrees." A soft grunt for the short fellow above reaffirmed the beta's statement. "You had to let humans on here sea dog?" A grumble came from the beta, the captain rolling his eyes. "Not changing is hard, I know ye slum, less suspicion this way ya wanker. But ta old chuff is right, a week at most and we should hit main land, ma'am."

Sorcha Barr
Havest Witch || Female || Hull of the Speedwell ||Elkin
@DesthDino

Soft chidding could be heard as the three boys looked around the hull, searching for something else to focus on other than their sister. When their eyes landed upon the other aspirant of the pack, they lit up, the three waving excitedly as they dashed away from their sister, Sorcha calling out before resting a hand upon her hip, her eyes landing upon the one who had caught their attention, giving him a tired smile. Unlike most upon the ship, she actually enjoyed the sea, being upon it and all, though at this length, even she has secretly cursed the hull's walls. Looking through her herbs as she heard the ship's 'chef' called for morning slop. The name always threw her off, having said sure stew or grub would be more apetitizing name. The chef had told her 'Once ya have yer own kitchen lassie, then ye can call it whatever yer dainty self desire, til then. Morning slop. Though she had been one of the lucky ones. Having packed herbs and spices in her bag, though her supply had run low from trying to help her pack make the food bearable. No meat was really provided, it would have gone bad. Thay is what the boys had tried to take, her spices. Julian, Hickery, and Kirkery had made it to the other aspirant, each boy having smiles upon their faces, Julian being the tallest, standing in the middle of the boys. Kirkery was the shortest with a small gap between his front teeth and Hickery was to the right, his curly hair always being slicked back as he tried to look 'cooler' than his brothers. "Are ya gonna play? Tis early in the morning?" Kirkery said with a mischevious smile upon his lips, Julian sitting next to the other male before they heard the soft footsteps of their elder sister, all three looking up innocently as if they had not just escaped a lecture. "Bois, ye did not just walk away while aye wer talking to yew-" Her green eyes turning towards Elkin, a kind smile appearing. "-Morning Elkin, hope thise trouble makers don't get ye in trouble." In her arms lay bowls of the morning slop, mixed with a few spices as she passed one to each male, even Elkin.

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Harvest Witch || Female || Ship Deck || @TheEpicRedGal Edward @LunarParadox Rowena

As salty zephyr of the sea blew across the ship, filling it sails and caring it forward to its destination, a figure stood at the rear of the ship. The breeze blew the locks of brown hair back from her face, revealing the calm expression of the werewolf. Rylie leaned over the railing, flat cap in hand, as she looked out over the ocean from which the ship had come from. Elbows resting on the top of the rail, she let out sigh, before putting the cap back on her head, and turning around to walk back to the main deck.
Although it had been less than two months aboard the ship, a mere blip in her life, Rylie's spirits were dampened. The werewolf had already been sick for her homeland of Ireland before the ship had sailed, and her feelings of homesickness were even worse now. The usually cheerful girl was now a pitiful mess, trying to avoid other people aboard the cramped ship, even the other werewolves who she had yet to introduce herself to.
Speaking of which... Rylie thought, as she noticed the other werewolves aboard deck. While she hadn't technically joined, or even talked, to another member of the Gesentes, she still considered herself one of the pack, especially now that they were all going to the New World together. She knew that they probably knew she was there, but she had been lucky so far in the fact that none of them had come talk to her yet. Sooner or later that would have to change, if Rylie ever wanted to have friends again.
As she got closer to the group, she recognized them as the Captain of the ship, and the people she assumed to be the Alpha and Beta of the pack. While Rylie had shied away from all of them the past few months, she was especially cautious of the Beta, whos height and serious look had made her weary. As she started to get closer to the group, the Irish gal stared straight ahead, attempting to get past the group without any confrontation. All she wanted at that moment was to be left alone, and maybe some of the food she smelled wafting up from below deck. If someone one was to try and stop her, she would pause in her gait and face them, hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket, and a weary air about her.

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[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190123/4ee41615be3a614b7af3befd988aa881.png[/img] [font=century gothic][color=#2A2A57][size=4] Harvest Wizard || Male || Hull of the Speedwell || @DeathDino @TheEpicRedGal - Sorcha and her brothers[/size] ----------------------------- [center][size=4][font=century gothic] The slight rocking of the ship along with the sound of voices had awoken the white-haired man who lightly sleeping against the wooden wall of the hull. Cracking his eyes open, he grumbled under his breathe as he was still greeted by the tiring sight of the ship’s hull. He had lost count of the days they’ve been on this dratted ship. Until when will they have to be? His disgust grew as days went by. Sick of its sight.He had never been a person of the sea. Back in his village, he loved to swim and fish in lakes, but traveling across bodies of water was another matter entirely. After a long moment, Cain finally stood up from his position to stretch his muscles awake. His gazed over at the aspirants and the other witch. “[b]Mornin’[/b],” he casually greeted the bunch. Though not really sociable by nature, he maintained a civil and polite attitude towards his pack. From behind him, the ship’s chef called out again for them to eat. “[b]Guess it’s another day eatin’ godforsaken slop[/b]”.

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January 23, 2019 05:43:18

Harvest Wizard || Male || Hull of the Speedwell || @DeathDino @TheEpicRedGal - Sorcha and her brothers

The slight rocking of the ship along with the sound of voices had awoken the white-haired man who lightly sleeping against the wooden wall of the hull. Cracking his eyes open, he grumbled under his breathe as he was still greeted by the tiring sight of the ship’s hull. He had lost count of the days they’ve been on this dratted ship. Until when will they have to be? His disgust grew as days went by. Sick of its sight.He had never been a person of the sea. Back in his village, he loved to swim and fish in lakes, but traveling across bodies of water was another matter entirely.

After a long moment, Cain finally stood up from his position to stretch his muscles awake. His gazed over at the aspirants and the other witch. “Mornin’,” he casually greeted the bunch. Though not really sociable by nature, he maintained a civil and polite attitude towards his pack. From behind him, the ship’s chef called out again for them to eat. “Guess it’s another day eatin’ godforsaken slop”.

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[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190110/d9bcbe014220d8dc46aecae7b3aa64a6.png[/img] [font=Verdana][size=3]Aspirant [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/c07e185b-2dbc-4544-98e7-04730dacb8fe/daq5z3w-1fff3678-ea73-4a9d-a8cd-ccf8c28469e5.png[/img] Male [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/c07e185b-2dbc-4544-98e7-04730dacb8fe/daq5z3w-1fff3678-ea73-4a9d-a8cd-ccf8c28469e5.png[/img] Hull of the Speedwell [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/c07e185b-2dbc-4544-98e7-04730dacb8fe/daq5z3w-1fff3678-ea73-4a9d-a8cd-ccf8c28469e5.png[/img] @TheEpicRedGal, @Solztize - Sorcha and her Brothers, Cain -------------------- [/center][font=Verdana][size=3]A weak chuckle escaped the boy as the aspirants raced right back to him, and he greeted each of the other boys with his bright smile. It was refreshing to take on a slightly new scent of the boys, but it eventually wafted away into the similar smells of the others on the ship and the salty air. He puffed gently, sniffling almost in a wet manner, before he gave a little nod to them. "[b][color= 57372D]I-it wus on my mind. Hoping to get an e-easy start this morning with a lil' tune, eh?[/color][/b]" Beneath his voice escaped a little "hm hm", a tiny laugh as his gaze dropped to the flute. It immediately rose, of course, to the more pleasantly tuned voice of Sorcha. His smile rose, tugging at his cheeks when it replied to her own. He chuckled some at the gesture of the mischievous brothers, their antics something that'd never get old to him - he was quite thankful that his optimism didn't have to depend on his own faith. He quickly shook his head to their sister. "[b][color= 57372D]'Course n-not. Right boys?[/color][/b]" He hummed once again, placing his flute on his lap as he reached for the slop. The mere mentioning of it brought him dreadful tire, knowing he had to eat it - but he despised it all the same. He sniffed at it softly, inconspicuously and even subconsciously as something once more fresh entered his nose. His smile returned full force when he could take in such a wondrous aroma mixed into this batch of slop. "[b][color= 57372D ]Th-thanks, Sorcha.[/color][/b]" Elkin said, his tone beaming with appreciation and satisfaction that joined his voice sweetly. His head turned towards one of the others waking up, smiling at the bulky form of Cain next. "[b][color= 57372D]M-mornin'![/b][/color]" He chirped in reply. His smile loosened a bit and he gave yet another little hum to the man, soon turning his body slightly and outstretching his hands. "[color= 57372D][b]I-indeed - would you l-like some of mine, though? It's been.. sp-spiced![/color][/b]"

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January 23, 2019 06:45:53

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Hull of the Speedwell

@TheEpicRedGal, @Solztize - Sorcha and her Brothers, Cain

A weak chuckle escaped the boy as the aspirants raced right back to him, and he greeted each of the other boys with his bright smile. It was refreshing to take on a slightly new scent of the boys, but it eventually wafted away into the similar smells of the others on the ship and the salty air. He puffed gently, sniffling almost in a wet manner, before he gave a little nod to them. "I-it wus on my mind. Hoping to get an e-easy start this morning with a lil' tune, eh?" Beneath his voice escaped a little "hm hm", a tiny laugh as his gaze dropped to the flute.

It immediately rose, of course, to the more pleasantly tuned voice of Sorcha. His smile rose, tugging at his cheeks when it replied to her own. He chuckled some at the gesture of the mischievous brothers, their antics something that'd never get old to him - he was quite thankful that his optimism didn't have to depend on his own faith. He quickly shook his head to their sister. "'Course n-not. Right boys?" He hummed once again, placing his flute on his lap as he reached for the slop. The mere mentioning of it brought him dreadful tire, knowing he had to eat it - but he despised it all the same.

He sniffed at it softly, inconspicuously and even subconsciously as something once more fresh entered his nose. His smile returned full force when he could take in such a wondrous aroma mixed into this batch of slop. "Th-thanks, Sorcha." Elkin said, his tone beaming with appreciation and satisfaction that joined his voice sweetly. His head turned towards one of the others waking up, smiling at the bulky form of Cain next. "M-mornin'!" He chirped in reply.

His smile loosened a bit and he gave yet another little hum to the man, soon turning his body slightly and outstretching his hands. "I-indeed - would you l-like some of mine, though? It's been.. sp-spiced!"

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[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/celtic-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190122/403f0e7917b9f8afa1edbf9cb45f440a.png[/img][/url] [font=garamond][size=4]Alpha :: Female :: Ship's Deck :: Edward Rollo (@TheEpicRedGal) Rylie (@Rampamred)[/size][/font][/center] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [font=garamond][size=4]Rowena nodded, relieved at the captain's words. A week was nothing. Only a week, and they would feel the earth underneath their feet and look up to see the branches of trees. Although she didn't mind the sea, she much preferred to observe it safely from land. Of course, this particular land was likely to bring new dangers their way, so she could not allow herself to become complacent. Her gaze traveled across the deck to rest on a brown-haired woman, another werewolf who hadn't yet introduced herself to the pack. Other than the fact that her name was Rylie, Rowena had gained little information about her. During most of the trip it was acceptable to leave her to her own business, but now that land was drawing near, it was time to assess the situation. Striding across the deck to stand in front of Rylie, Rowena offered a calm nod in greeting. This was to signify that she was not planning any aggressive moves. Her voice was polite, but with a subtle ring of authority. "Excuse me, miss. I had not wanted to trouble you, but seeing as our time on this ship is growing short, I would like to invite you to join me at dinner and introduce yourself to the others. Life on shore will be easier for everyone if we build our connections early."[/size][/font]

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January 24, 2019 13:27:36

Alpha :: Female :: Ship's Deck :: Edward Rollo (@TheEpicRedGal) Rylie (@Rampamred)

Rowena nodded, relieved at the captain's words. A week was nothing. Only a week, and they would feel the earth underneath their feet and look up to see the branches of trees. Although she didn't mind the sea, she much preferred to observe it safely from land. Of course, this particular land was likely to bring new dangers their way, so she could not allow herself to become complacent.

Her gaze traveled across the deck to rest on a brown-haired woman, another werewolf who hadn't yet introduced herself to the pack. Other than the fact that her name was Rylie, Rowena had gained little information about her. During most of the trip it was acceptable to leave her to her own business, but now that land was drawing near, it was time to assess the situation.

Striding across the deck to stand in front of Rylie, Rowena offered a calm nod in greeting. This was to signify that she was not planning any aggressive moves. Her voice was polite, but with a subtle ring of authority. "Excuse me, miss. I had not wanted to trouble you, but seeing as our time on this ship is growing short, I would like to invite you to join me at dinner and introduce yourself to the others. Life on shore will be easier for everyone if we build our connections early."

[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/celtic-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190118/c04c61b7b39d8f9db1ba8b1d636a0400.png[/img][/url] [color= green][size=4]Harvest Witch || Female || Ship Deck || @TheEpicRedGal Edward @LunarParadox Rowena[/size][/center] --------- [center]As Rylie swiftly walked across the deck in an attempt to make it to the hull, she saw that her plans to go unnoticed had failed. As the Alpha started to make her way over towards her, Rylie turned to face her, hands shoved deep in the pockets of her coat as she mentally prepared herself for the conversation. The Irish women really hadn't wanted to talk on account of her mood, but there no way out of a conversation now as the other women came to stand in front of her. As the Alpha gave her a small nod and started to invite the shorter women to eat dinner with herself and the others, Rylie couldn't help but give a small frown. A bit of her old personality started to come back as the other women's tone struck some chord within her, made more irritating since she in a bad mood from her homesickness. Who did this women think she was, talking to her like that? Had it not been for the fact that this women was the Alpha of the pack she was technically apart of, and that her second in command was close by, Rylie probably would have told her to buzz off. But the circumstances as they were, she instead swallowed her pride, giving the Alpha a forced smile. "I suppose you were going to find me sooner or later," Rylie said, her Irish accent making itself heard as she looked at the Alpha. "Didn't think it would be right before we were apparently going to land. Doesn't matter much, I guess. If you want to know me though, we can just go get breakfast right now." She sniffed the air, picking up the smell of food from the hull. Rudely not waiting for a reply, the Irish women stated to walk over to the entrance to the hull, looking back over her shoulder at the Alpha. "Name's Rylie Faoladh, by the way. Who are you?"[/center]

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January 24, 2019 22:15:31

Harvest Witch || Female || Ship Deck || @TheEpicRedGal Edward @LunarParadox Rowena

As Rylie swiftly walked across the deck in an attempt to make it to the hull, she saw that her plans to go unnoticed had failed. As the Alpha started to make her way over towards her, Rylie turned to face her, hands shoved deep in the pockets of her coat as she mentally prepared herself for the conversation. The Irish women really hadn't wanted to talk on account of her mood, but there no way out of a conversation now as the other women came to stand in front of her.
As the Alpha gave her a small nod and started to invite the shorter women to eat dinner with herself and the others, Rylie couldn't help but give a small frown. A bit of her old personality started to come back as the other women's tone struck some chord within her, made more irritating since she in a bad mood from her homesickness. Who did this women think she was, talking to her like that? Had it not been for the fact that this women was the Alpha of the pack she was technically apart of, and that her second in command was close by, Rylie probably would have told her to buzz off. But the circumstances as they were, she instead swallowed her pride, giving the Alpha a forced smile.
"I suppose you were going to find me sooner or later," Rylie said, her Irish accent making itself heard as she looked at the Alpha. "Didn't think it would be right before we were apparently going to land. Doesn't matter much, I guess. If you want to know me though, we can just go get breakfast right now." She sniffed the air, picking up the smell of food from the hull. Rudely not waiting for a reply, the Irish women stated to walk over to the entrance to the hull, looking back over her shoulder at the Alpha. "Name's Rylie Faoladh, by the way. Who are you?"

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