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SAILOR'S SON
sea wolf x great dane hybrid, twelve years old. vinicius 'conqueror' marin 'sailor', prefers to go by vic. blonde in color with darker face, neck and paws. brown eyes with olive green flecks, slightly bigger than the average timberwolf. former werewolf, drowned at sea and stuck in current body. crewmate of typhoon -- biromantic pansexual.
>>tldr at bottom <<
breath misting about his muzzle, salty water dripping from panting jaws, legs trembling from fatigue. the current had been stronger than he had figured, and his fur hung from his frame. all he could scent at the moment was brine and cold wind, no hostile scents, just himself. alone under the cold full moon. the peaceful lapping of waves lulled him to sleep under the cover of palm trees on the overhanging shore, the scratching of birds and small crustaceans making his ears twitch. fading peacefully into the sweet black slumber of the nearly-dead.
he was woken by the crash of angry thunder, clouds black and menacing as the waves were thrown against the shore, cold frothing water reaching him and drenching him further to the bone. he had no clue what day it was, or how long he had slept but the sailor knew that this was not the time to play games with the sea. she was vicious and very unhappy, throwing a fit under the influence of the storm, as a lover's spat often went, one indignant and one defensive. hauling himself to his paws, the wolf dragged himself further inland, heading up a slope and down into a dip before cresting a greater hill. his paws were numb and sore, stiff and cold, bringing him great agony as he loped across the island, searching for a high point to be safe from the storm.
lightning crashing into the tree beside him, he was flung away with a cry of surprise, twisting as he tried to regain his feet before slamming into the trunk of another tree. whimpering softly as his head spun and brought back the ghosts of his past, he was haunted by the sound of a great horn entangled with ringing screams in his ears. he could see their faces, all of his crewmates, caught in terror and horror as their ship began to sink, water gulping into the wooden hulk thirstily, everyone's voices in a ringing scream of agony. he couldn't remember how he had come to escape his sinking ship, having vowed to stay upon the galley.
but now, here he was, laying against the trunk of the tree, dazed and haunted by those that he could not save. the storm raged on as he fought fever and death, alone as water swallowed the island. he struggled from his state as the roaring waves came crashing up the slope. standing his ground as the water roared up to his head, the sight of a volcano catching his eye. There! his mind screamed as he dove into the water, letting the vicious current toss and tanglehis battered body, roaring in pain as he struck a tree. pushing off of it, he gasped for air as he began the hours long fight towards that distant volcanic island. as he fought and struggled, time slowed and he lost track of anything but the journey to get to safety.
hours later, after many breaks as the storm subsided, he drifted with the aid of light paddling, the cold biting through his thick undercoat finally, a few leagues from shore. relaxing into the water, he nearly let his eyes close, before the words of his beloved entered his ears, his beautiful and long deceased mate, their children at rest with him. strength, or was it adrenalin, flooded his limbs and he began the fight anew, voice raised in a triumphant exclamation as he reached a point in the tide that would sweep him in to shore. paws stumbling in the tide, he surged towards the safe sandy beach with what was left of his fading strength.
legs giving out, he dived against the island's sands gratefully, loving the feeling of the sun on his coat, drying him out. he would spend days on that forlorn coast, the storm having washed away any recent scents there, causing him to believehe was alone. he survived off of fishing from the sea, digging up herring eggs from the kelp and cracking open coconuts, not too keen on traveling into unknown lands. and then came the patrol.
he hid from the group of mismatched animals, their strange odor filling his nose as the sea wolf observed from the rocks just out from the shore, his dark face barely showing among the gull-excrement covered rocks, blending in the rest of his body. diving into the water as the patrol passed, marking some sort of border, he observed with cautious curiosity. it would pass like this for a while, the sailor observing from hiding spots capable of hiding his fur, listening to what he assumed were natives, speaking. to his surprise, he could understand them, and to his tired relief, they did not approach any harm. next time ... he would show himself. he had always cleaned his messes after dining, burying the bones of the fish in the shallow tide with a quiet thanks.
today, the patrol would come, he knew from enough observation, and he was hungry. picking along the coast, he nipped and pulled apart kelp wrought in tangles, mindless of the birds in the sky. he was a traveler, and he knew where to find the most delicious foods. to him? the herring eggs were his favorite of all foods, aside perhaps from whale. snapping up an abandoned nest of eggs, the sea faring brute settled on the beach, happily feeding his thin frame upon the eggs.
shells cracking under powerful jaws, tart yolk spilled into his mouth as his tail swayed in happy cadence to his chewing. swiping his tongue around his jaws, he went about cleaning himself up to look presentable. tied loosely around his neck was a piece of fossilized wood, a chunk of metal shorn through it with the slightest piece of fabric tugged through the same holeas the metal. gathered remnants of his galley now resting deep at the floor of the sea. he didn't have any gifts that he could give to this island group, except for the bodies of a few of the birds wheeling high above.
he would catch one as a gift, he decided. taking his body out into the waves, he waited in wait upon the kelp-strewn excrement-covered rocks. surging upwards in a mighty leap, he caught the wing of a lowflying bird in his teeth, smacking another from the skies with his forepaw. struggling the birds to the stone, he quickly delivered a killing bite to his first catch, before turning to the dazed gull laying on its back. "i thank perideus for your noble life." he rumbled in thanks to the bird, quickly ending its life. gathering both birds into his jaws, he headed back to shore. laying the bodies upon a large palm leaf, vinicius turned to face the jungle, his tail curled about his paws, and brown-green eyes gleaming with excitement.
>> tldr: his ship went down in an accident with sharp rocks, he is washed ashore to a random island, is woken by a storm and is forced to leave that island. sees the typhoon's island and struggles towards it. successfully makes landfall, recovers and hides from the passing patrols until he knows enough about them. catches two birds as a sign of peace and is waiting for a patrol to find him now. <<
breath misting about his muzzle, salty water dripping from panting jaws, legs trembling from fatigue. the current had been stronger than he had figured, and his fur hung from his frame. all he could scent at the moment was brine and cold wind, no hostile scents, just himself. alone under the cold full moon. the peaceful lapping of waves lulled him to sleep under the cover of palm trees on the overhanging shore, the scratching of birds and small crustaceans making his ears twitch. fading peacefully into the sweet black slumber of the nearly-dead.
he was woken by the crash of angry thunder, clouds black and menacing as the waves were thrown against the shore, cold frothing water reaching him and drenching him further to the bone. he had no clue what day it was, or how long he had slept but the sailor knew that this was not the time to play games with the sea. she was vicious and very unhappy, throwing a fit under the influence of the storm, as a lover's spat often went, one indignant and one defensive. hauling himself to his paws, the wolf dragged himself further inland, heading up a slope and down into a dip before cresting a greater hill. his paws were numb and sore, stiff and cold, bringing him great agony as he loped across the island, searching for a high point to be safe from the storm.
lightning crashing into the tree beside him, he was flung away with a cry of surprise, twisting as he tried to regain his feet before slamming into the trunk of another tree. whimpering softly as his head spun and brought back the ghosts of his past, he was haunted by the sound of a great horn entangled with ringing screams in his ears. he could see their faces, all of his crewmates, caught in terror and horror as their ship began to sink, water gulping into the wooden hulk thirstily, everyone's voices in a ringing scream of agony. he couldn't remember how he had come to escape his sinking ship, having vowed to stay upon the galley.
but now, here he was, laying against the trunk of the tree, dazed and haunted by those that he could not save. the storm raged on as he fought fever and death, alone as water swallowed the island. he struggled from his state as the roaring waves came crashing up the slope. standing his ground as the water roared up to his head, the sight of a volcano catching his eye. There! his mind screamed as he dove into the water, letting the vicious current toss and tanglehis battered body, roaring in pain as he struck a tree. pushing off of it, he gasped for air as he began the hours long fight towards that distant volcanic island. as he fought and struggled, time slowed and he lost track of anything but the journey to get to safety.
hours later, after many breaks as the storm subsided, he drifted with the aid of light paddling, the cold biting through his thick undercoat finally, a few leagues from shore. relaxing into the water, he nearly let his eyes close, before the words of his beloved entered his ears, his beautiful and long deceased mate, their children at rest with him. strength, or was it adrenalin, flooded his limbs and he began the fight anew, voice raised in a triumphant exclamation as he reached a point in the tide that would sweep him in to shore. paws stumbling in the tide, he surged towards the safe sandy beach with what was left of his fading strength.
legs giving out, he dived against the island's sands gratefully, loving the feeling of the sun on his coat, drying him out. he would spend days on that forlorn coast, the storm having washed away any recent scents there, causing him to believehe was alone. he survived off of fishing from the sea, digging up herring eggs from the kelp and cracking open coconuts, not too keen on traveling into unknown lands. and then came the patrol.
he hid from the group of mismatched animals, their strange odor filling his nose as the sea wolf observed from the rocks just out from the shore, his dark face barely showing among the gull-excrement covered rocks, blending in the rest of his body. diving into the water as the patrol passed, marking some sort of border, he observed with cautious curiosity. it would pass like this for a while, the sailor observing from hiding spots capable of hiding his fur, listening to what he assumed were natives, speaking. to his surprise, he could understand them, and to his tired relief, they did not approach any harm. next time ... he would show himself. he had always cleaned his messes after dining, burying the bones of the fish in the shallow tide with a quiet thanks.
today, the patrol would come, he knew from enough observation, and he was hungry. picking along the coast, he nipped and pulled apart kelp wrought in tangles, mindless of the birds in the sky. he was a traveler, and he knew where to find the most delicious foods. to him? the herring eggs were his favorite of all foods, aside perhaps from whale. snapping up an abandoned nest of eggs, the sea faring brute settled on the beach, happily feeding his thin frame upon the eggs.
shells cracking under powerful jaws, tart yolk spilled into his mouth as his tail swayed in happy cadence to his chewing. swiping his tongue around his jaws, he went about cleaning himself up to look presentable. tied loosely around his neck was a piece of fossilized wood, a chunk of metal shorn through it with the slightest piece of fabric tugged through the same holeas the metal. gathered remnants of his galley now resting deep at the floor of the sea. he didn't have any gifts that he could give to this island group, except for the bodies of a few of the birds wheeling high above.
he would catch one as a gift, he decided. taking his body out into the waves, he waited in wait upon the kelp-strewn excrement-covered rocks. surging upwards in a mighty leap, he caught the wing of a lowflying bird in his teeth, smacking another from the skies with his forepaw. struggling the birds to the stone, he quickly delivered a killing bite to his first catch, before turning to the dazed gull laying on its back. "i thank perideus for your noble life." he rumbled in thanks to the bird, quickly ending its life. gathering both birds into his jaws, he headed back to shore. laying the bodies upon a large palm leaf, vinicius turned to face the jungle, his tail curled about his paws, and brown-green eyes gleaming with excitement.
>> tldr: his ship went down in an accident with sharp rocks, he is washed ashore to a random island, is woken by a storm and is forced to leave that island. sees the typhoon's island and struggles towards it. successfully makes landfall, recovers and hides from the passing patrols until he knows enough about them. catches two birds as a sign of peace and is waiting for a patrol to find him now. <<
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