07-23-2018, 01:59 AM
Vandal hasn't moved out from her room in the Capricorn simply because she isn't exactly sure where she should live yet, and it's not as bad as it had been during the first few nights. She's gotten rather used to the constant hustle and bustle of the downstairs bar, and has even grown to find the constant noise reassuring in a way - it fills the uncompanionable silence with nonsensical babbling that she can easily drown herself in, get lost in. Of course, it comes at the price of not getting enough sleep whenever a particularly riotous group decides to drink the night away, but she digresses. Waking up every couple of hours is better than waking up from the nightmares that come with the silence.
Of course, this always leads to her nursing a tankard of coffee and rum in the morning, which she happily nurses while talking to the patrons. It's easy to get lost in the ebb and flow of casual conversation and openness, although she's received more than a few glares as a result of it - she doesn't really get along with everyone, much as she'd loathe to admit it, and soon she's wandering out with a warm belly and a mirthful expression on her face as another customer threatens to have her flayed alive (not that they would try it; being the Captain's sister certainly has its benefits).
Next on her agenda is a good run in the morning, stretching out her long limbs and wings and letting the energy come alive under her skin. She's only a few pawsteps from the tavern when she unfurls all four feathered appendages, black as night as they churn the air and shoot her high into the skies - and flying feels familiar, feels safe to Vandal, feels amazing as she soars through the infinite heavens like she's shooting for the stars. The wind feels crisp and cold on her pelt, refreshing with every breath, and she laughs - she laughs because it's a beautiful feeling, to be in the air, to simply fly and be free from her earthly binds.
She decides to fly over the entire island just to get a scoop on what's going on down below. Vandal sees a couple of familiar faces mingling, eating, talking, among other things, but what particularly catches her eye is a lone and wandering Captainpaw headed towards the shore. Planecrash isn't with him again, and Vandal takes it upon herself to swoop down and accompany the young Beta on another new adventure - and Vandal loves new adventures.
"Captainpaw!" Vandal makes her descent, folding one pair of wings, and then another, letting herself drop the last few feet down before landing on talons and paws. When she straightens up again, she lets out a merry bark, taking a deep breath before letting her gaze wander back to him. "S'wrong? You're lookin' a lil worried there, champ. Got somethin' on your mind?"
;; i'm screaming this is mostly just rambling
Of course, this always leads to her nursing a tankard of coffee and rum in the morning, which she happily nurses while talking to the patrons. It's easy to get lost in the ebb and flow of casual conversation and openness, although she's received more than a few glares as a result of it - she doesn't really get along with everyone, much as she'd loathe to admit it, and soon she's wandering out with a warm belly and a mirthful expression on her face as another customer threatens to have her flayed alive (not that they would try it; being the Captain's sister certainly has its benefits).
Next on her agenda is a good run in the morning, stretching out her long limbs and wings and letting the energy come alive under her skin. She's only a few pawsteps from the tavern when she unfurls all four feathered appendages, black as night as they churn the air and shoot her high into the skies - and flying feels familiar, feels safe to Vandal, feels amazing as she soars through the infinite heavens like she's shooting for the stars. The wind feels crisp and cold on her pelt, refreshing with every breath, and she laughs - she laughs because it's a beautiful feeling, to be in the air, to simply fly and be free from her earthly binds.
She decides to fly over the entire island just to get a scoop on what's going on down below. Vandal sees a couple of familiar faces mingling, eating, talking, among other things, but what particularly catches her eye is a lone and wandering Captainpaw headed towards the shore. Planecrash isn't with him again, and Vandal takes it upon herself to swoop down and accompany the young Beta on another new adventure - and Vandal loves new adventures.
"Captainpaw!" Vandal makes her descent, folding one pair of wings, and then another, letting herself drop the last few feet down before landing on talons and paws. When she straightens up again, she lets out a merry bark, taking a deep breath before letting her gaze wander back to him. "S'wrong? You're lookin' a lil worried there, champ. Got somethin' on your mind?"
;; i'm screaming this is mostly just rambling
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON