⚓ IKAIA | current track ♪ | current shape: oncilla | entering. . . typhoon waters. . . |
A little sailboat bounced happily over the deep blue ocean waves, thankful of the good weather.  The sole occupant beaming as ocean spray hit his face.  Sea-salt and wind made his day.  The child - albeit a child of fae and demons - was all on his own.  Not that he had ever minded.  It had never occurred to him to.  Instead, he wandered about with a grin on his face and adventure in his heart.  Home had been a little grove, tucked away in a beautiful green countryside with flourishing flowers and singing birds, but it'd been lonely without anyone to play with.  It became time for a change.

Ikaia acquired a boat.  A simple, little thing.  No doubt it'd prove too fragile for a storm, but thus far his luck had held. At the sight of land, the little oncilla's chocolate hues shone like the stars.  The tracks of railroad perplexed him a moment; a sight he had never seen before.  While he was still quite a ways from shore, he set to slowing the boat, furling the sails.

> changing shape. . .

Without abandon, the child, in the shape of a young sea otter, dived into the water.  Ikaia did not know for sure, but he hoped that here, in this jungle, he would not be alone.  It would be, even if that be the case, a new adventure.  As his webbed paws touched sand, the shifter set his eyes on the overgrown train - odd, he'd never seen a machine like that - and a sign with rather pirate-esque vibes to the child's mind.

> reverting. . .

Small, but agile as he was, the little spotted feline bounded up towards the train and sign, itching with curiosity.  Pirates did not bother Ikaia.  If anything, the idea excited him; a few times he had wanted to play a game of pirates, but without anyone to play with, it was rather hard.  Even imaginary friends got boring after a while.  He wanted someone real.

"Hello!?" The boy's voice felt a little weak; unused to the idea someone could actually be listening for once.  "Anybody out here?" The smile remained plastered on his face as he paced around restlessly, hoping someone would come soon and they did not want him to leave. "I just wanna be friends!"

⚓ IKAIA | current track ♪ | current shape: oncilla | engaging. . . |
The child had to crane his neck as the other approached, bouncing happily on his paws to have his call answered, seeming rather unbothered by any question of 'where' and 'why'.  He was just happy someone was here.  "Ikaia," the boy chirped before jutting a paw in the direction of his little boat.  "I came on that." He puffed out his chest a little, eyes dancing.  "Are you pirates? Can I be a pirate too?"

Anything was better than nothing, really.  Ikaia hoped that by obviously being capable of some actual sea-travel, he'd make a good pirate.  If that was not enough, he supposed he could always show off his ability to change into something more pirate like; maybe a parrot.

His head swerved as others arrived, someone his age - he had never met another child before - and someone much, much larger.  More and similar questions.  It was the other child's that made him pause.  For a brief second, his fidgeting ceased altogether. "I dunno," he admitted, shoulders rolling back, ear flicking. "Disappeared?  Don't remember much." Someone would have been there to wean him, but the way Ikaia aged, it was hard to say how long ago that was exactly; he does not think it was a very long time.  If anything; he does recall a storm the night they disappeared, but that was it.

That said, the boy resumed his absent movements, raising his eyes to the largest pirate. "I got bored." Simple as that.  All questions answered, Ikaia glanced around, hopeful.  "Can I please stay here? I'll be a great pirate, promise."

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⚓ IKAIA | current track ♪ | current shape: oncilla | interacting. . . |
The young oncilla felt his muscles relax subconsciously.  That was... Well, rather easy, really.  Not a hint of suspicion crossed the feline's face however; he did not mind the simplicity of it all really.  His eyes darted between each speaker, growing happier with every welcoming smile, not at all bothered by some of the more unusual presences.  Vandal was saying something about them being 'misfits' and all.  The odder, the better; of course, Ikaia did falter a little bit at the mention of peg legs, shaking his head bemusedly.

"I think my legs are alright for now, miss." If he ever wanted a change in looks; he could shift into something with a different set of legs anyway.  Sometimes fins were more fun than paws.  The boy would keep it in mind however; not one to be above accessorizing.  Perhaps he could find a hat, or a cool eye patch.

It seemed like there were plenty of children here too.  Ikaia was glad and turned his massive grin onto the last arrival, though quickly realizing she would not be able to see the friendly expression.  "Thanks! Does aloha mean hello? I like it."

"Oh... Uh hey, where did everyone come from anyway?" They all just sort of appeared out of the jungle; maybe they lived in the trees, that'd be cool.  "Where do I get to stay?"