Mama, What am I Without You?
This was the reason he wanted to be alone that day. Having trekked out toward the western shores of Boreas, he felt inclined to swim his way to the crescent shaped island. It’s pale sands and calm waters were enticing. He needed to relax. It was all he focused on as he climbed from the chilly waters. Ignoring the crunch of sand between his toe, he found an open and flat spot to make a fire and lay down. Once the flames were warming and drying his wet pelt, he finally stretched out and laid his head upon the beach. Listening to the waves ebb along the shore, Ghoul closed his eyes if only for a moment.
Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.
You're not feeling so well...
Deluge
The Nightmare
Master Fighter (290)
Master Navigator (400)
Saboteur
Fleet-footed
3 Years
Female
6
NachoMumma
The last time she had been out this way was to find herself stranded, miles from home with only her brothers looking for her. It had taken a nesting sea turtle to carry her back to land, although she was much larger now than she had been then. She wasn't even coming out here for any good reason. Maybe she was hoping to bump into Azure and get herself into another fight, maybe it was just a reminder of maybe the only place where her surroundings had ever been quiet. She had a lot on her mind, and it seemed like a good place to hide.
As she pulled her drenched body from the water and shook, her bioluminescence glowing happily with a decent dose of seawater, the scent of fire came to her nose. It seemed like someone else had the same idea and while she was curious, she wasn't too keen to encroach in case they had the same idea she had.
Still curiosity got the best of her. “Did yer mean ter wash up 'ere, or did the current drag yer?”
“Speech”
“More or less,” he replied as he pushed his own paws upward until he was sitting. “You can join, if you’d like,” his voice is a soft though tense rumble as he shifts until he was comfortable. “Don’t have much to offer other than heat,” Ghoul’s ruby gaze turns to the antlered girl with an empty expression that somehow also appeared interested.
Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.
You're not feeling so well...
Deluge
The Nightmare
Master Fighter (290)
Master Navigator (400)
Saboteur
Fleet-footed
3 Years
Female
6
NachoMumma
Having been raised in rough company, the girl chuckled and raised a brow at the offer of heat. “Darlin', we jus' met, not even gonna offer a girl a drink first?” Still she stepped closer to the fire and made herself comfortable, the clinking of bottles strung over her hips reminding her why she'd come out here in the first place. As luck would have it, she'd bought her own drinks planning to get plastered enough that she wouldn't be able to tell up from down, but with company, well she supposed it was good manners to share.
Deluge stretched out in the sand, and almost convinced herself it still held some heat from the day, before passing over a bottle and working on releasing the cork from her own. “I don' think either of us planned on findin' company tonight so let's lay down some ground rules, I'll be th' shipwrecked pirate, an' you can be the Chief o' this little spot o' land that I've found m'self marooned on,” there was a lopsided grin on her face, but she hoped it would be enough to convey that she wasn't too keen on sharing names or affiliations might ruin perfectly good company tonight.
“Speech”
As she stretches herself across the sand with her bottles clinking and nudging toward him, Ghoul takes it reluctantly. It is not often that he has time to drink so this is… unusual for him. The feeling makes him feel funny and rather not good. There is less control after he drinks, but maybe this time it is okay if he lets his sense go.
Taking a quick swig from the bottle, he glances at the girl through the flicker of firelight. “Alright Miss Pirate, what d’you say of the Chief of the Island then? Think this is a good ‘nough place to stay marooned, or what?” Already after two or three swigs, his speech his slurred and his eyes linger too long. Heck, who was he to care? She was the one who decided to stay and find out.
Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.
You're not feeling so well...
Deluge
The Nightmare
Master Fighter (290)
Master Navigator (400)
Saboteur
Fleet-footed
3 Years
Female
6
NachoMumma
The raiders had a tendency to overproof their liquor and it never dawned on her that others did not partake so readily of spirits, so to find out her companion was a lightweight was a delight she hadn't expected to encounter. Under other circumstances the attention might have had her preening, but she was still... It was like there was a bad taste at the back of her mouth, and she hadn't had nearly enough to drink to wash it away yet. It might only come through as she stared into the flames though, she would do her best to otherwise keep it hidden.
When he agreed to play along, she happily fell into her role, "Well th' company is far better than th' last time I found m'self marooned here, the change in management is a most welcome one. An' it's been long enough since I last ate crabs that I could probably stomach 'em if I had ter..." She lifted her bottle again, taking a deep mouthful, and trying to ignore the cold wind blowing at her damp back. She would be dry again soon enough.
“Speech”
"'Onestly? I ain't ever had crab before," his slurred speech and lack of proper words is a clear indication that Ghoul had hardly ever drank before. Booze was not a hot commodity during his younger days and even now in Insomnia, it's not something Medusa sought out. "Glad, I s'pose, yer in bett'r company," Ghoul adds on with a simple smile as he allows himself to glance back over at her after a few minutes of staring at his surroundings. "So how does a pirate like yerself get stran'ed out 'ere?" Ghoul asks as he lets out a laugh. Unless Mac wanted to play, Ghoul was never one to really... act or be silly.
Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.
You're not feeling so well...
Deluge
The Nightmare
Master Fighter (290)
Master Navigator (400)
Saboteur
Fleet-footed
3 Years
Female
6
NachoMumma
She chuckles when he mentions having never had crab before, “Half yer luck, they're fiddly an' there's barely any meat in 'em.” she responded with a chuckle, trying to keep the mood light. When he asked how she got stranded, a little of the amused light fled from her eyes. She might well have been a born performer in another life, but in this one? Well, she could still talk her way around and out of trouble if she had to.
“I was set upon by a great fleet o' ships, just about blasted m' us all ter smithereens!” She lamented rather convincingly. “As if tha' wasn't enough, great tentacles came writhin' out'ter th' sea ter drag m' ship an' crew beneath th' waves,” She had been gesticulating rather dramatically with her free paw, but now she flopped back, exposing her belly and raising her paw to her temple in mock anguish, “'M all tha's left now...” She took another swig of her drink, wondering if she had the Chief at all convinced with her horrible sob story.
“Speech”