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Post by kaiyacksoda on Nov 13, 2017 21:12:26 GMT -6
Tegan
Talorian Tenderfoot
Tegan's breath was short and sharp, almost as if he was in pain, yet as his eyes frantically shot from one dark corner of the cellar closet to another, it was obvious that the boy was more than able. Though the anxiety and pressure that hit him upon realizing exactly what he'd done in a spur-of-the-moment dash for familiarity was beginning to sink in, and panic was starting to surge through his veins. A red, speckled mare that had been no more than a distant, almost forgotten memory, had jolted him into a poor decision even without her knowing -- so could it really be her fault? Tegan doubted it. but what else did he have to go on?
The familiar rogue had caught his eye a few days ago, as a massive ship came bursting into the harbor only to unload its entire crew. Upon sight of the hippocampi, the boy was shocked as nostalgia flooded his mind; Tegan could remember meeting that very mare-- that very, pirate, oh so many years ago. Rough, and proud, and strong. He could remember the pride the mare held with ease, and it perked his interest to see her again. Though nearly violent toward him years ago, now Tegan was old enough to realize he'd have to approach with caution, and when voices reached his ears that the ship would be heading out again soon, he had come to the conclusion that asking for forgiveness would be easier than asking for permission.
Hence, the older, yet still leggy and childish pegasus stashed away on the ship the night before their scheduled leave-- and boy, did his heart race. Tegan was unaware as to if the feeling was closer related to excitement or fear, but in the end, he decided that perhaps the two felt too similar to tell.
Looking up from between his white bangs, he cursed himself for not re-shaving his mane before leaving the temple, but between the chaos of war, he had easily placed self-care and appearance on the lower list of importance. Tegan's green eyes shifted around his crammed hiding cupboard yet again, and from what he could make out, the poor bird was smudged between wooden barrels of well-- he wasn't quite sure, and wasn't particularly concerned with finding out. It had to still be early, as there had been little sound since his arrival besides his pounding heart and the gentle rocking of waves. Whether this experience could be counted accurately or not, it was the first time the boy had been at sea, and it was a strange feeling. Worst of all, Tegan had a hard time keeping his balance due to the ocean's constant movement, and bit his tongue when the waves seemed to throw him into the opposite wall, and roll another suspicious barrel right into his ribs. He cursed again, until his dazed forehead was able to stabilize his vision, and the pounding blood began to fade from his ears. When his senses returned, the boy held his breath, as he heard a subtle creaking of wooden planks from above.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2017 1:39:15 GMT -6
 Memories of the call of the sea monster and the sound of her old ship crunching between its jaws haunted her. Not only had she finally received proof of the best existing, she had nearly died. Her and her crew, at the mercy of the raging, inky sea as the ocean monster tore apart their ships like an afternoon snack. Just the thought would send a shiver down her sooty spine, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and try to shake the memories from her mind.
However, the mare didnt allow herself to stay down for long. After a brief stay with a War-Forged raider, she found herself back on the Isles and met up with a good friend of hers. After many rounds of drink and a game that was rigged so that she was sure to win, Ceto left the port with a fancy new - to her - ship at her hooves. She was still trying to get used it. It was certainly larger and faster than the old The Huntress, but she made sure to make it as close to the old girl as she possibly could. Her flag flew upon her sails, holding the same name in respect for a ship that lost her life for the safety of her crew.
And the loss of the ship was not Ceto's only concern. The night spent with the Raider left her in a place she would never believe she would be in. In her twenties, and Ceto was convinced it was impossible for her to be with child after everything she had gone through. Yet here she was.. She tried her best to convince herself it wasn't so. Perhaps she was just tired from the wreck and the trip. One losing their ship to a legend of the sea and becoming washed up on an unknown island could do that to someone, but she knew, in the back of her mind, that was not it. She had been reckless and stupid, and now she was paying for it.
Her hooves tapped the dock as she marched toward her ship, tail flicking at her hocks as she went. Her life had been turned upside down in just a few days, and she was not okay with any of this. She just wanted everything to go back to normal.. to be like it had been in the past. She just wanted to be a pirate again, and forget about the sea monster, the kirins, and that damn Raider.
Pulling herself on deck, she shouted across to her crew that it was time to leave. The sound of scurrying hooves clambered across the new ship's beautiful wood as they scrambled to comply, not wanting to deal with Ceto's wrath, as she had been more moody as of late. She watched them work with tired, but bright red eyes, her brow narrowed and fin mane blowing in the breeze as the new The Huntress took to the water.
Letting out a soft sigh, Ceto turned as soon as the ship was secure on her way, and took to the cellar to check the cargo.. and, more importantly, take some time to herself. Her hoof steps echoed off the steps as she made her way down, her eyes taking a moment to focus in the dark. Barrels and crates laid out before her, placed in what seemed like a random order, but there was a reason for them all. Slowly, she made her way through, checking the stamps on each. Her shadow loomed before her, cast from the small amount of light from the hatch by the stairs.
She was about to round a pile of barrels when a large wave hit, causing the ship to lurch out of her smooth sailing. Ceto stumbled into the wall, nearly losing her footing. The mare's head slammed against the wall, causing a pain to split behind her ear. Cursing to herself, she picked herself up and shook her head, glaring ahead. Since when had she become so clumsy?
Her ears pricked forward as she watched a barrel roll out before her, followed by a whisper of a curse from behind the others. Ears flattening, Ceto pulled the steel sword from her side. Slowly, she crept around the corner, expecting to find some drunken stowaway that stumbled their way to her cellar looking for more booze. No, what she found instead was much worse.
The mare growled as her gaze fell upon the pegasus child she had met so many years ago. He still had those ugly wings and messy hair, but this time he was taller. "I though ye'd be smarter now that yer older." She spoke, her voice quiet as to not alert the crew. Not yet. She tapped the colt's chin with her sword, tipping it up to get a better look at him. "But ye still look just as a stupid."
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