I said i would come back didn't I?| Joining

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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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breath catching in his throat, water crashing over his head and salt invading his mouth. startling from his loss of thought, the sea wolf stared out at the coast from the tree he had climbed his way into, resting there when an oh-so familiar scent filled his nose with its fsint smokey allure. it couldn't be, oh by the gods, it couldn't be.

he could still smell the fire burning his nose, hear the desperate clanging of the village's bell, the twang! of the archer's bows, feel the arrows splitting skin and muscle, taste the bitter and acrid smoky blood on his tongue. he could remember his own desperate screaming and roaring as he had shifted form and fought to leap to the far away shore. he could remember the scarlet fluids blossoming upon the fresh snows, could hear his crew screaming at him and dragging him down to the deck. he knew of the dead, as given the bird by his mate's brother's mother. his mate and children were on that list, all leftover bodies too charred and disfigured to get proper count.

this scent flooding his nose, coming from the north, reminded him of all the horrible memories and the loss gaping in his chest but by the gods, it brought every single happy memory with it. all the moments they spent entangled in each other's arms, the first sail upon his galley, the laughter of their children, caught between their two fathers in the captain's quarters. it brought the memories of sunday's hands upon his shoulders at their wedding, it brought the memories of the feasts that the couple hosted for the village and shipcrews. it brought the memories of their journeys and adventures, years spent at sea, making an earning for their family. it brought the memories of his sweet smile, even if his dearest could not feel the happiness that vinicius could.

leaping from his tree and lounge in a haphazard way, the sea wolf trusted his nose to lead him to this man, to this imposter, to his ... "SUNDAY, YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHERE THE HELLS HAVE YOU BEEN YOU BASTARD!?" he cried, the sailor stumbling over his own paws as he leapt at the longer furred canine in an attempt to bowl him over and affectionately nip at his ears, tears running down his face in a silvery pattern.

pressing his snout into his beloved's fur, the former ship-captain sobbed and nuzzled sunday, covering his face in licks and tears. he couldn't believe it! it couldn't be him, shouldn't be him, but by the gods' lucky mercy it was him! "OH I SWEAR TO THE GODS!" he spat many oaths, old crude words that only the other would know, pressing himself into his fur, "I thought you were dead Sunday ... the fire ... the blood ... the damn bird! I tried to go back but we had no arms, no ammunition, absolutely nothing! Only damned textiles and salted foods for merchant sales! We were too far out to turn around and we couldn't even help! Oh Sunday, my dearest sweetest darling, you are here ... by the gods graces you are here. You must tell me everything you hear! Where are the children? Did they make it? Oh you owe me years worth of a tale. And twice that in affection!", he jabbered on, knowing his garbled words could not convey his emotions, but that his mate knew, that sunday knew how much of a grand mess he was and how delighted that they were finally reunited.