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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.

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head swiveling at the light voice, the scent of the small fae filling his nose. brown-green eyes sparkling, the sailor bowed his head, extending his form to the sandy beach, "Hola, señorita. My apologies, little miss. My boat sank into the ocean islands away, and I've been stranded for quite some time. I've been on this stretch of coast for a while, watching your patrols. I apologize for hunting upon your land, and the reason I did not approach your patrols, was from wariness. I've been captured by islanders before, and nearly sacrificed. Bad experiences, my fault really. Got turned topsy-turvy." he murmured as he sat up from his deep bow.

"I fear i have nothing more than the prey of your people to offer in good meaning greetings. I am vinicius marin, a sunken sailor. I pray to cause no offense, señorita. I would like to offer my services to The Typhoon, and my apologies for not meeting you sooner.", he bowed his head again, "I promise to bring sweeter gifts than that of a half-drowned man's pelt, if i may have the time to procure such things."

he truly meant no harm, curious of this group and their customs. perhaps ... perhaps he could set up as a merchant here? an ode to his lost beloved and children? the village still burned brightly in his mind as his ship drifted away, no ammunition or arms on board, and too far to aid the northern coastal village from the raid that had taken everything from him. this little fae before him, carried some sense of power, a sense of belonging and by the gods, did he wish that he could feel that once more, that he belonged somewhere else rather than just the sea.

keona reminded him of his own children, about the same size and just as sweet looking. banishing the heart-rending thoughts away, he breathed out quietly, inhaling her scent and remembering the courts of his childhood. he remembered the gardens, the grand libraries, the grand hall in the trees ... she smelt like home and it disturbed some part of the long-removed noble to remember things that took place centuries back in time, in such vivid detail. "Are you ... fae, my lady? Pardon the crude question, but you remind me of my home and the fae that we would sometimes see in our dealings." good memories, those, before the fall of his own family name. before the wars.