Post by Joliette Thorne on Jul 18, 2008 5:44:47 GMT -5
Terra opted not to break the silence and continued to stare ahead. Yet another sigh fell past her lips, and soon she began to work on standing. Using the barrel for support, she'd soon climb atop it and settle there. "Wonder where everyone is."
Leoxander was awake, be it morning or night. Was this a good thing? Well... not necessarily. He broke that silence, violently, with a sudden hard slam of his shoulder against twin oak doors that had been locked and barred with crates and barrels stacked against it. Jack lifted his head from where he'd been just a moping black shadow and gave a low whine, separated from the lycan for hours now. From behind that barrier, a violent, low grumble of words. "...better open this %#$@in'..." Well, you can both assume the lovely things coming out of his mouth, threats, words we can't say, lots of growling. That sort of thing. The wood was starting to bend and splinter a bit from the impact of his weight and pushing, obviously holding back a -very- angry werewolf. "Who's sailin' the damn ship?!" Would be among the random yells from below, and something was thrown against the oak.
Terra scrambled down the barrel and moved towards the doors. Of course, she was hesitant... Why was Leoxander locked in there in the first place? And why the anger? Questions plagued her and she'd linger near that door, watching the crates and barrels shake and move with the force put behind them. "Leo!" Yelled over his growls, his curses, and the sound of things breaking as they collided with another hard surface. "I can only let you out if you're ... uhm, human. And you're not this angry. You --need-- to calm down, or we'll leave you."
Caedan attacked the Rat.
Caedan said, "En guarde!"
Aerindir would answer, but the task which had been given to him requires that he remain above deck. As such, he doesn't make any attempt to unlock the door, and in fact just frowns. He would comment, but since he had shown up after the imprisonment actually occurred, he's lacking in knowledge, and he definitely doesn't like speaking on things until he's been informed, partially at least.
Leoxander made his mood obvious, but his form couldn't be determined. He sounded rugged enough to be transformed into a monster and maintained some lycan strength considering how hard those bottles hit the door and shattered. A sudden thump of his weight against the opposite side of the locked doors, and Leo's voice was low and cryptically misleading. "-You need- to open this... door." He'd resist a curse, this time. The names he used to refer to a particular woman on that boat with as he trudged back down the steps were unpleasant to say the least; he needed to find something bigger to throw, now.
Caedan sticks her tongue out at the door at all the clamor and unnecessary brouhaha.
Terra would groan and give in. It simply wasn't like her to keep things in their cages, especially Leoxander whom she trusted not to harm her. Then again, the rules would have likely changed when they were on his turf. Moving towards the doors, she'll nudge away everything else and work on unlocking the doors. A cautious look was shot towards Aerindir, warning him to take cover if things got rough. At long last, she'd move to open the door, but Leo had just thrown yet another thing at the door and it flung open on its own accord, knocking the vampiress over. From her seat on the ground, she'd glare. "Bastard," murmured softly.
All things considered, he didn't give a rats'ass (R.I.P., Sam) who was laying on the deck when he stepped into view, looking ready to hit something. The Captain would be quite a sight that morning. Fur lining the edge of his swollen jaw, the tips of his canine teeth revealed pushing into his lower lip, ears slightly tapered and tipped with like the dusty blonde tips of a lynx, but other than these qualities and hairy, claw tipped hands he looked like his human self. It appeared the rogue was on the brink of change, or recovering from a lycan thought. His aggression hadn't consumed him yet but he was breathing hard and searching for prey with feral eyes, his dark clothing torn and stained in demon blood.
Leo said, "Where is she..."
Terra moved to stand upon realizing the current state of Leoxander. She'd see herself harmed before any of the others, especially a certain psychic teenager. "Leo. Calm down," She'd say softly, arms spread as if this would stop him from moving past her if he so desired. "If you don't... think of what will happen to the Eternity. You'll wound her, and she'll go down. After all that work, do you want that to happen?" Desperately she'd attempt to appeal to his human side, ignoring those telltale signs of a change or a soon-to-be eruption. It could prove to be fatal, of course. "And you can't ... handle a wheel with claws. Who will steer?"
Shishi would scurry across the the bow of the ship towards the door that had just burst open. He'd cautiously peek over to see what was to emerge from the underbelly of the ship. The vampire would stare at the partially transformed lycan, instinctively reaching beneath the cover of the cape on his back to grasp at a concealed dagger while waiting on the feral man's next move, not particularly wanting to take any action against the captain if it could at all be avoided...
Terra wasn't sure what 'she' he meant, and so would glance briefly towards those who remained on board.
Terra continued to stay near Leoxander for fear that his control would be lost at any moment. Worried nibbles were afforded to her bottom lip as she'd stand-by, awaiting orders or anything from the male that would settle him. "Leo," Her voice was soft now, eyes pleading. "Calm down. Please?" The vampiress would never learn the consequences of pleading with a beast - one that didn't acknowledge her presence in any way, by this point. "I'm not sure what happened but your current ...state, won't do anything to fix it. Shift and I'll patch you up..." Trying to make it seem like these were options and not desperate demands, she'd keep her voice low. It really wasn't a good time to rile him further.
Shishi twitches as the lycan points his way, his hand quickly and overtly leaving his back, sans dagger, leaving the weapon in it's resting place as Leo speaks. The vampire puffs out his cheeks and protectively shrugs up his shoulders, bringing his aquatic scarf up above his mouth so that his speech is muffled, "Yes... I'll try my best not to crash into anything..." With that he'll awkwardly spin 360 degrees in search of the wheel before spotting it and slowly moving towards it, not at all sure how to steer this thing... but he'll give it a try, it couldn't be that hard, he's sure...
Leoxander loathed even the look they wore, looking at him. The Captain didn't have a mirror but he could only assume what they were gawking at. He was angry, but he'd more or less worn himself out by destroying the inside of the ship, and if anyone happened to walk through the offset doors to inspect, they'd find chaos. Boxes and barrels thrown over and broken, a bloody smear on a wall, a red woolen blanket torn by claws and shards of glass scattered over narrow steps and across the floor. Guilty of all of this, he still didn't care, and a large hand tried to guide Terra out of his way - roughly, if necessary - to cross the bow of the ship, where Jack was on his feet cautiously but still glad to approach the partially changed pirate.
Caedan is once again perched in the crow's nest, conducting a mute symphony of clouds and waves that crash against each other on the horizon. Lashes draped across cheekbones and lips pursed attest to the concentration it takes to manage such an orchestra and for a baton she's using half of a broken rapier she'd undoubtedly found strewn below decks somewhere. The psychic seems obvlious to the others' presence and continues her silent serenade, even to the point of snubbing Jack and the other puppy -- something she's not done before.
Leo ignored the dog for awhile, no matter how sad he would look with his chin on Leo's knee. Finally Jack was spared a hand that fell over those brown eyes to blind him for a moment, before roughly petting his ears and head in a reassuring way. He kept his attention on the distance, glaring, with a fur lined jaw squared and tense.
Shishi had completed his approach to the wheel and with a heavy sigh he'd stare at the wooden thing. He'd yet to see anyone touch it during his time on the ship so his first thought was that a Laissez-faire approach was best when steering the ship, so he'd just stand there, behind the wheel, staring out at the ocean before him, occasionally sending a glance towards the seated lycan trying to calm itself.
Leo could bite her hand at that range. He might just have rabies.
Leoxander didn't seem concerned about steering, whether the wheel was manned or not. Terra had only said it to calm him down, and judging by the fact he was chucking torn pieces of wood and random things from his pockets toward the rail of the ship, he wasn't entirely succeeding. Bored with such a simple target, he might glance up and start trying to peg the bottom of the crow'd nest, instead. None of this vented frustration helped his cause, and the pirate still looked a little beastly, the weight of his large hands dragging his shoulders forward and the bulky muscles in his back slightly hunched. The tips of his furry ears were just big enough to peek from a mess of wind tousled hair and overall, it was a very confused appearance. Dangerous looking, but not the intimidating mass of werewolf they should run from.
Leoxander was awake, be it morning or night. Was this a good thing? Well... not necessarily. He broke that silence, violently, with a sudden hard slam of his shoulder against twin oak doors that had been locked and barred with crates and barrels stacked against it. Jack lifted his head from where he'd been just a moping black shadow and gave a low whine, separated from the lycan for hours now. From behind that barrier, a violent, low grumble of words. "...better open this %#$@in'..." Well, you can both assume the lovely things coming out of his mouth, threats, words we can't say, lots of growling. That sort of thing. The wood was starting to bend and splinter a bit from the impact of his weight and pushing, obviously holding back a -very- angry werewolf. "Who's sailin' the damn ship?!" Would be among the random yells from below, and something was thrown against the oak.
Terra scrambled down the barrel and moved towards the doors. Of course, she was hesitant... Why was Leoxander locked in there in the first place? And why the anger? Questions plagued her and she'd linger near that door, watching the crates and barrels shake and move with the force put behind them. "Leo!" Yelled over his growls, his curses, and the sound of things breaking as they collided with another hard surface. "I can only let you out if you're ... uhm, human. And you're not this angry. You --need-- to calm down, or we'll leave you."
Caedan attacked the Rat.
Caedan said, "En guarde!"
Aerindir would answer, but the task which had been given to him requires that he remain above deck. As such, he doesn't make any attempt to unlock the door, and in fact just frowns. He would comment, but since he had shown up after the imprisonment actually occurred, he's lacking in knowledge, and he definitely doesn't like speaking on things until he's been informed, partially at least.
Leoxander made his mood obvious, but his form couldn't be determined. He sounded rugged enough to be transformed into a monster and maintained some lycan strength considering how hard those bottles hit the door and shattered. A sudden thump of his weight against the opposite side of the locked doors, and Leo's voice was low and cryptically misleading. "-You need- to open this... door." He'd resist a curse, this time. The names he used to refer to a particular woman on that boat with as he trudged back down the steps were unpleasant to say the least; he needed to find something bigger to throw, now.
Caedan sticks her tongue out at the door at all the clamor and unnecessary brouhaha.
Terra would groan and give in. It simply wasn't like her to keep things in their cages, especially Leoxander whom she trusted not to harm her. Then again, the rules would have likely changed when they were on his turf. Moving towards the doors, she'll nudge away everything else and work on unlocking the doors. A cautious look was shot towards Aerindir, warning him to take cover if things got rough. At long last, she'd move to open the door, but Leo had just thrown yet another thing at the door and it flung open on its own accord, knocking the vampiress over. From her seat on the ground, she'd glare. "Bastard," murmured softly.
All things considered, he didn't give a rats'ass (R.I.P., Sam) who was laying on the deck when he stepped into view, looking ready to hit something. The Captain would be quite a sight that morning. Fur lining the edge of his swollen jaw, the tips of his canine teeth revealed pushing into his lower lip, ears slightly tapered and tipped with like the dusty blonde tips of a lynx, but other than these qualities and hairy, claw tipped hands he looked like his human self. It appeared the rogue was on the brink of change, or recovering from a lycan thought. His aggression hadn't consumed him yet but he was breathing hard and searching for prey with feral eyes, his dark clothing torn and stained in demon blood.
Leo said, "Where is she..."
Terra moved to stand upon realizing the current state of Leoxander. She'd see herself harmed before any of the others, especially a certain psychic teenager. "Leo. Calm down," She'd say softly, arms spread as if this would stop him from moving past her if he so desired. "If you don't... think of what will happen to the Eternity. You'll wound her, and she'll go down. After all that work, do you want that to happen?" Desperately she'd attempt to appeal to his human side, ignoring those telltale signs of a change or a soon-to-be eruption. It could prove to be fatal, of course. "And you can't ... handle a wheel with claws. Who will steer?"
Shishi would scurry across the the bow of the ship towards the door that had just burst open. He'd cautiously peek over to see what was to emerge from the underbelly of the ship. The vampire would stare at the partially transformed lycan, instinctively reaching beneath the cover of the cape on his back to grasp at a concealed dagger while waiting on the feral man's next move, not particularly wanting to take any action against the captain if it could at all be avoided...
Terra wasn't sure what 'she' he meant, and so would glance briefly towards those who remained on board.
Terra continued to stay near Leoxander for fear that his control would be lost at any moment. Worried nibbles were afforded to her bottom lip as she'd stand-by, awaiting orders or anything from the male that would settle him. "Leo," Her voice was soft now, eyes pleading. "Calm down. Please?" The vampiress would never learn the consequences of pleading with a beast - one that didn't acknowledge her presence in any way, by this point. "I'm not sure what happened but your current ...state, won't do anything to fix it. Shift and I'll patch you up..." Trying to make it seem like these were options and not desperate demands, she'd keep her voice low. It really wasn't a good time to rile him further.
Shishi twitches as the lycan points his way, his hand quickly and overtly leaving his back, sans dagger, leaving the weapon in it's resting place as Leo speaks. The vampire puffs out his cheeks and protectively shrugs up his shoulders, bringing his aquatic scarf up above his mouth so that his speech is muffled, "Yes... I'll try my best not to crash into anything..." With that he'll awkwardly spin 360 degrees in search of the wheel before spotting it and slowly moving towards it, not at all sure how to steer this thing... but he'll give it a try, it couldn't be that hard, he's sure...
Leoxander loathed even the look they wore, looking at him. The Captain didn't have a mirror but he could only assume what they were gawking at. He was angry, but he'd more or less worn himself out by destroying the inside of the ship, and if anyone happened to walk through the offset doors to inspect, they'd find chaos. Boxes and barrels thrown over and broken, a bloody smear on a wall, a red woolen blanket torn by claws and shards of glass scattered over narrow steps and across the floor. Guilty of all of this, he still didn't care, and a large hand tried to guide Terra out of his way - roughly, if necessary - to cross the bow of the ship, where Jack was on his feet cautiously but still glad to approach the partially changed pirate.
Caedan is once again perched in the crow's nest, conducting a mute symphony of clouds and waves that crash against each other on the horizon. Lashes draped across cheekbones and lips pursed attest to the concentration it takes to manage such an orchestra and for a baton she's using half of a broken rapier she'd undoubtedly found strewn below decks somewhere. The psychic seems obvlious to the others' presence and continues her silent serenade, even to the point of snubbing Jack and the other puppy -- something she's not done before.
Leo ignored the dog for awhile, no matter how sad he would look with his chin on Leo's knee. Finally Jack was spared a hand that fell over those brown eyes to blind him for a moment, before roughly petting his ears and head in a reassuring way. He kept his attention on the distance, glaring, with a fur lined jaw squared and tense.
Shishi had completed his approach to the wheel and with a heavy sigh he'd stare at the wooden thing. He'd yet to see anyone touch it during his time on the ship so his first thought was that a Laissez-faire approach was best when steering the ship, so he'd just stand there, behind the wheel, staring out at the ocean before him, occasionally sending a glance towards the seated lycan trying to calm itself.
Leo could bite her hand at that range. He might just have rabies.
Leoxander didn't seem concerned about steering, whether the wheel was manned or not. Terra had only said it to calm him down, and judging by the fact he was chucking torn pieces of wood and random things from his pockets toward the rail of the ship, he wasn't entirely succeeding. Bored with such a simple target, he might glance up and start trying to peg the bottom of the crow'd nest, instead. None of this vented frustration helped his cause, and the pirate still looked a little beastly, the weight of his large hands dragging his shoulders forward and the bulky muscles in his back slightly hunched. The tips of his furry ears were just big enough to peek from a mess of wind tousled hair and overall, it was a very confused appearance. Dangerous looking, but not the intimidating mass of werewolf they should run from.