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Tate

Loner

Advanced Fighter (90)

Advanced Intellectual (85)

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
63
player
Poser

Pride - BisexualSamhain 2022Statue 4 Worship
08-26-2023, 07:08 PM
 
   
He's shifting back north, now. It would be time to collect his mother and his younger siblings soon, time to escort them back home. Back to the Bamboo. Back to the warmth of the Auster summer, and away from the chilly Boreas winters. It seemed that Tate was doing a lot of walking lately, and that... that was okay, actually. A lot of walking, a lot of exploring. Taking a lot of time to himself. Is that what it's like to be an adult? Was this... it? It felt like he was doing a pretty good job of it, actually. Maybe he really was okay at this. On his travels he could listen for rumors, he could learn new things. He could meet interesting people. It's a good life, and things were actually going okay for him.

Another evening, another place to camp. Drawing into the Mangrove around dusk, Tate feels pretty good about settling here for the evening. The sun was starting to slip towards the horizon, and the first stars were beginning to flicker to life in the sky. He'd been able to catch a few fish, and retreat a bit into cover to start himself a fire. Digging a little pit and striking his flint on some dry tinder, it came to life relatively quickly. Hot damn, this was the life.

Settling the fish on the fire and lighting himself some herbs to smoke, Tate settled with his back against a tree. Well protected from the elements, close to the warmth of the fire, and comfortable as he could be... this was nice. It would be a good night, out on the road. They had mostly been good nights lately. Tate was feeling quite well and peaceful, thanks very much.

     
   
 
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You're not feeling so well...

Deluge

Raiders Hollow
The Drunkard Queen

Master Fighter (290)

Master Navigator (400)

An icon representing the specialty Saboteur Saboteur

An icon representing the specialty Fleet-footed Fleet-footed

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
36
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
254
player
NachoMumma

Critical Attack!Island HopperWinnerUnderachieverOverachieverStudent
Double MasterCritical Observation!How many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! Samhain 2022Statue 5 Worship
08-26-2023, 07:49 PM


Deluge didn't feel like going home, so she didn't. If the move had proven anything to her it was that she had always been a pirate at heart. The new restrictions, though minimal, had the almost adult chafing at the bit, so she had taken to wandering again.

In fact, this was probably the closest she had been back to home since the party after the raid.

The smell of cooking fish caught her nose and she weaved through the mangroves, one of the old pirate caches raided for the bottles that clinked over her hips, the last lot finished off on Silver Island. She wasn't trying to sneak up on the traveller, to the contrary, there was a jingle to her walk as she got closer. The guy looked to be close to her in age at least. “Want some company an' drinks ter go with that?” She asked as she approached, not that she was inviting herself to join him, just she had nowhere better to be.

“Speech”

Due to distance kept from her Raider kin and her regular travelling taking her out of pack lands, Deluge smells and acts like a loner. The only noticeable scent other than her own is Dread who may join any of her threads at any time.





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