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Veer takes on task of careening his casinor

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The Wilderness of Cyphrus is an endless sea of tall grass that rolls just like the oceans themselves. Geysers kiss the sky with their steamy breath, and mysterious craters create microworlds all their own. But above all danger lives here in the tall grass in the form of fierce wild creatures; elegant serpents that swim through the land like whales through the ocean and fierce packs of glassbeaks that hunt in packs which are only kept at bay by fires. Traverse it carefully, with a guide if possible, for those that venture alone endanger themselves in countless ways.

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Postby Veer Draer on February 28th, 2016, 8:31 pm

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With each heave of the rope, the lone svefran sailor would bring his Casinor closer to shore. Veer beached the personal ship as far as he could at high tide, on a secluded beach east of Kanesh, further into the bay and off the Suvan sea. It was as safe as he was going to get to do the task that needed to be done. Most of the Drykas were down in the winter grounds if they stayed true to their migration routes, so the possibilities of being harassed by the mighty horse lords was minimal. All he had to do was keep watch for were roaming bandits and pirates looking for a quick mark. Let alone the dangers of nature itself for life in the wild was not a task for the faint of heart.

Shirtless he was, his chiseled muscles bulged at the heavy labor as he made physical war with the chore at hand. Careening was a task that most if not all sailors hated. For merchants and those of the like, it was down time that cut into profits. But for corsairs, it was a task that was vital when their trade depended on speed. Most land lovers don't realize the work it takes to keep a ship tip top shape for proper sailing, the natural dangers that the seas bring to a wooden ship are immense. Like the barnacles and other hitchhikers that a ship collected on the hull which could laden her down and knock a not or two off her speed. Then lets speak of the deadly sea worms that loved to make honeycomb art out of your wooded hull which could be death to a ship.

So as much as careening was a despised job and mundane, but yet like more important chores at sea it was vital to survival. So here was Veer, laboring hard to pull his beloved casinor further onto the beach to be properly secured and safely tipped. He was a crew of one, and this task was going to take some time to complete but if done methodically right it, it won't have to be done for some sometime afterwards.

Dirt covered, sweat piling off him as he raced against time, he needed the ship further up before high-moon graced this part of the world with low tide.
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Postby Haeli on February 28th, 2016, 9:38 pm

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It was just barely dawn and Haeli had to get out! She simply had to get out of the shop, and the city for that matter and feel the cool sun on her face and be where no people were. East and inland didn't appeal to her. For some reason the swamp didn't call to her like she thought it would have. Part of it was that Roric was restless too, and the other part of it was that it was a beautiful day for Winter and the air was crisp and clean with the promise of spring. It was a day for beaches and the ocean and a little fun if they caught some good waves.

Spring was one of Haeli's favorite times of year. She liked the green buds on everything and the newborns of every size, shape and species that surrounded the world in the promise of fresh life. It was frankly too nice of a day to stay in and too nice of a day to work. So a trip was suggested... one that involved foraging.

The young woman tipped her head back and called out rather loudly.

"Roric? I'm going to go take The Sunflower out and do some paddling. Want to come? The tides going out so it shouldn't be that hard and we can go up the coast and beach somewhere and maybe look for some more cuttings or even catch us some dinner? You can explore and chase gulls!" The witch suggested, calling out into the empty workshop where she'd been at a bench grinding herbs. Roric knew how to make himself scarce when there was herbalist work to do, but he had excellent hearing. If he didn't want to go along, Haeli would go herself. The little outrigger could be easily handled by one person. But it was so much more fun if two went along. And she felt better with her friend by her side.

Roric and her relationship was slow going. Haeli had seen the kelvic wolf at a slave auction in Kenash and had purchased him for an outrageous sum. She'd immediately freed him and the wolf had hung around. They were friends, slowly getting to know each other, and in a way that was good. Haeli was lonely and Roric filled the void she had when Ozantha had died. But in another way it was a negative sort of relationship too. Haeli didn't force Roric to be more civilized. And Roric didn't care that Haeli acted more like a Dhani than a human. In a way, they kept each other company as they both retarded each other's growth in society even if they didn't exactly realize it.

Haeli loved studying people, watching them, trying to figure them out, and Roric often went along with her journey's through town. He, on the other hand, loved to run and play and hunt as his nature demanded and Haeli indulged him on that as well. The two were friends, not bondmates, though certainly that was a possibility that was growing between them.

So Haeli packed a big lunch, filled a couple of waterskins, and loaded The Sunflower with containers they could collect plants and even maybe some small fauna with. She took her hatches, her blowgun and darts and all their fishing gear. Then she waited until the Kelvic piled in and they set off paddling up the coast looking for a likely beach well outside of town to land on.

It was a beautiful day. Cold in the morning, but with the promise of a nice warm afternoon, Haeli shed layers as they rowed until her cloak and boots were down on the bottom of the outrigger's hull and she was barefoot with just a pair of pants and a bandanna wrap around her torso. She laughed and called to the birds that circled them in Nura, asking what was ahead and behind. Nothing threatening was reported and the pair paddled further.

When their arms grew tired, the two beached the outrigger and dragged it well up into the vegetation at the edge of the beach, draping fronds across it that they pulled out of the coastal forest and using a spare branch to sweep the sand carefully to erase their tracks. Haeli was cautious of other people and careful when her and Roric were exposed.

"What do you want to do first?"
Haeli asked her Kelvic companion as she pulled out a forging bag. It was obvious to Roric that she was going to go look for berries or herbs to collect for Fire Island Herbs or even their lunch. The witch liked to look around new places, new wilds, and often stood long moments with her hands on a tree or her feet dug into the soil simply existing. She'd forage unless Roric had a more firm idea of something he wanted to do.

Just as she was turning to head back down to the waterline and start there, something caught her attention. A man was beaching a Casinor and then dragging it further up on the shore, almost at the exact same spot the pair had beached their outrigger and stashed it.

"Roric? Look.... what's he doing?"
Haeli said, watching as the shirtless man strained to push the boat up onto the sand and then seemed to be trying to gently rock it over onto its back. "Why in the world would he be turning his boat upside down?" Haeli asked the Kelvic and then did what came naturally to her. She started down the sand towards the man to see if he needed help.

After all, he wasn't exactly dangerous looking without a shirt on. He was probably planning on napping in the sun and was turning his boat over so that it wouldn't float away come high tide. He might have had a weapon draped at his side, but it wasn't in his hand and thus to Haeli, it wasn't threatening or dangerous. "Come on... lets go help him..." She said to her companion and did just that.

The young woman stepped out of the shadows of the vegetation higher on shore and headed back down the slope of the beach. She moved with a carefree gait that said that she was no stranger to sand. When she got closer, close enough to greet him without rudely raising her voice, she did so.

"Hello there. Would you like some help?" She asked carefully, maintaining distance but offering up a smile. He was darkly tanned and big, attractive even. She guessed he was Svefra because she knew his kind and had even traded with them before. The svefra were mostly harmless as long as you let things be on their terms, the girl had found.

"I'm Haeli. And that's Roric... "
She'd look around to make sure the man was truly alone and then gesture to Roric if he was anywhere close. If he wasn't she'd shrug and vaguely gesture. The Kelvic could have been in human form or in wolf form, at that point. Roric often made no distinction between his forms and slide between them easily.

Haeli herself looked half wild, barefoot and with her torso mostly bare besides the cotton pants. Her hair was unbound, tossed around by the wind like thin silk. The young woman stared at Veer a moment, not meaning to be rude, but finding him very easy on the eyes. She decided it was the muscled dark skin and the bright blue eyes. She hoped Roric wouldn't threaten to bite. He had a tendency to do so with strangers that had gotten them in trouble more than once.
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Postby Roric on February 29th, 2016, 2:14 am

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Winter days such as this, where the blue bowl of sky overhead was nice and empty were the ones he liked best. The urge to venture out and explore was irresistible. Especially when the sun reached the pinnacle of the sky, heaping generous warmth upon the soil. Further, he wasn't the least bit shy in expressing this fact. Whenever he was able, Roric trotted along at Haeli's heels throughout the morning, nudging the backs of her thighs with his nose insistently, or nipping at her hands as she reached for him.

It was eagerly that he agreed to go out on the Sunflower. The water wasn't exactly his first option, but spending time with Haeli fulfilled some part of him that was never satisfied. Roric responded by appearing out of the foliage half drenched already, shaking out his fur with a lopsided grin.

Their relationship had been quite simple for many years. In some distant part of his mind he'd been forced to admit there was something deeper between them, but she never seemed to notice. Or if she noticed, she didn't seem to care. Haeli was ever the enigma, always taking things at face value, curious and even-handed in her explorations. She was playful and kind. They worked together, took care of one another. Roric felt most comfortable with the swamp witch and their companionship was the highlight of his days.

For the actual trip in the boat, he elected to remain in his human seeming. It wasn't often that he did. His bare torso was lean and roped with muscle and the tops of his shoulders were touched by a smattering of golden freckles, only scarcely visible even in the early afternoon light. Much in the same way of his companion, he wore little, only bothering to pull on a pair of loose cotton trousers. As they paddled out, he grinned at her with a pair of abnormally sharp teeth.

It was difficult not to linger on the curves of her soft golden skin, but he did the best he could. Together they beached the canoe and heaved it ashore. With just a little effort, they acted as usual to meticulously cover their tracks, certain to be especially careful. The slavers of Kenash had little respect for those foolish enough to move unprotected and out in the open. It was a mistake he'd made once before.

"Run," he replied in the usual way. His voice was deep, resonant. He studied Haeli evenly. With so much of her exposed, there was an absent longing for something more. It was difficult to know what to say. Roric ran an idle hand through his tousle of platinum hair as he considered how he might explore the idea.

All of the sudden, there was a man hauling his boat onto the shore, just a short distance from the two of them. He felt frustration knot at the base of his throat. The intrusion was not appreciated. But Haeli did make an interesting point. Why would such a man turn his boat upside down. With a frown, Roric considered their own vessel. Was there something they ought to be doing he didn't know about?

Before he could even consider how to proceed, Haeli was halfway up the beach. With resignation and slight irritation, he followed in her wake. It was in his nature to shift back to his wolf seeming; in fact, the urge to do so was overwhelming, but he stayed his instincts. This man would gain an advantage, were he to know him as a kelvic.

He remained close. As Haeli referenced him, his jaw tightened. Roric noticed the way her eyes lingered on certain parts of the man. For some reason, it filled him with fury. A low growl emanated from his throat and he bared his teeth, but refused to press the issue any further.

"What are you doing here?" He asked flatly. Such was his way. "Men do not usually land on this part of the beach."

His caustic eyes bore holes into the Svefra.


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Postby Veer Draer on February 29th, 2016, 6:04 am

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Veer had just finished tying the last rope that attached the mast to the tree, kept the Casinor tilted at a steep angle, enough so that he could get as much surface access to the hull. Careening a ship was time tasking chore, especially if one was doing it himself. But, Veer did not mind for it was therapeutic to be beached all by your lonesome. The sound of crashing waves and the hoots and howls of the wild far int into the sea of grass and the sounds of footsteps.....

Veer turned about, his hand instinctively hovering towards his sheathed cutlass, while his glacier blue eyes focused on the human female and her male counterpart. Steam broiled off his exposed torso caused by the combination of winters cold ocean breeze and the warmth escaping from his hard worked body. His sharp gaze would ravage every inch of the woman's feminine curves, not just for the pleasure of eye humping, but for survival instincts. Such thorough inspection was also done on the silver haired man. He measured them on his own personal threat scale while she approached and beckoned her greeting and introduction.

He was about to respond when the man spoke, his words riddled with irritation to almost point of rudeness. The savvy swamp rat got a wiff of jealously out of the few words he did speak and his standoffish glare.

The sailor's lip started to pull up in that wicked, devilish smirk of his that formed into sexy crooked smile. The way his mouth slowly moved upward, making lines where his mouth and cheek connected was a tell sign of his predatory nature that completed his roguish features. "Well 'eeloo 'dere sweetheart!" His gravely but seductive deep toned voice broke his own silence as he addressed Haeli. Veer is a romantic shit disturber, a surprise that he is still able to draw breath. He can not help himself and resist the con of the heart...... especially when there was competition at hand. "Me name is Veer Draer!"

His gaze would look upon Roric " oi be on dis stran' careenin' me ship an' freein' 'er av sealy damagin' elements dat cud 'arm 'er"

"I wud love...."His blue hues would lock into Haeli's mesmerizing teal eyes " oi wud love ter 'av yisser 'elp an'..... company!" He kept his smile "know anythin' aboyt boats?"

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Postby Haeli on March 1st, 2016, 6:25 pm

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Haeli glanced at Roric surprised by his tone. Was that growling she heard? The witch furrowed her brow at her companion a bit perplexed why the kelvic was acting protectively. Sure the new person, Veer, had a cutlass, but he didn’t seem inclined to use it. And while he was big, Haeli was sure she could run faster than him if necessary. Roric could for sure. Did he smell bad or something and Haeli’s weak human nose couldn’t pick it up?

The Witch glanced back at the newcomer, still on a steady march down the beach to join him. Haeli was drawn to new people, folks she hadn’t met or talked too, because she had this urge to interact. It was like a compulsion with her. Who where they? What were they doing? Why? Her mind always asked a thousand questions and unless her feet took her into closer proximity, those questions often remained unanswered.

The Witch wasn’t armed. She didn’t need to be. The scary things out in the wilds most were afraid of paid her little mind. Her only mortal enemies were people like Veer, if those people came in the form of aggressive and pushy. Veer seemed to be neither, rather displaying the tendencies of a man about to do some vigorous work. She smiled, flashing a full white set of teeth, hoping the gesture would calm the man further. His hand had hovered over his cutlass only briefly. He had nothing to worry about from her. Roric though, could be a little aggressive and pushy. She glanced at the wolf in human form having no idea what had gotten into him.

When she was within a comfortable distance to exchange conversation Veer spoke and Haeli strained to understand him. Was that common? She could pick out a few words here and there. Sweetheart? Name? Me name? It wasn’t at all proper common, but seemed to be rather some Svefra hybrid form. Haeli spoke a bit of fratava learned from trading with the Svefra of the west coast. His accent was thick and she wondered if he was mixing languages.

There were more words she understood. Ship, damage, love and company. His last sentence she almost completely understood. “Veer. Nice to meet you.” She said slowly, though she didn’t raise her gentle voice like most people did when faced with someone they obviously had a language barrier with. “I’m only understanding part of what you’re saying. It’s common, no?” She asked, finally getting close enough to touch the hull of the ship and look at what the sailor was gesturing at. He sure said love a lot. She’d met some people who were often full of joy, and just as many who let anger rule them. Haeli figured Veer was of the former type, less angry and more willing to have a good time. She liked that quality in a person.

“I don’t know anything about boats really. I have a little outrigger canoe that gets me around but that’s about it. Nothing this fancy or with the sails. I have to use my arms.”
She reached up and grinned, crossing her arms across her chest and rubbing her forearms. She wasn’t soft. Her arms were well defined as if she were no stranger to hard work. Gardening and foraging through swamps did that to a woman.

“Roric and I were just out enjoying the sunny weather. We thought we’d forage the beaches and look for some new herbs to take home. I’m an herbalist.”
She explained, glancing at the kelvic. She wasn’t sure how to explain him at all. Maybe she didn’t need too? Roric could speak for himself, when he chose too, which wasn’t often.

Haeli turned to Veer, studying him now that she was closer. The girl had an eye for detail and she noted the way his body steamed in the weak sun. It would get warmer later, perfect for swimming, but for now the contrast of Veers warm body temperature and the cool air of the beach caused him to steam as much as warm swamp water did on cool mornings. Haeli appreciated the effect.

She’d noted Veers observation of her form so she reciprocated the action, taking her time to look him over. He was taller than she was and outweighed her a great deal. But it was pure muscle stacked on more muscle and not any fat that she could see. His hair was strange, something she’d not seen before, and she wondered if he could ever run a comb through it. Brushed out she thought it might look nice, impressive, like some of the manes of the fancy horses the Dynasty folk rode. He moved with an ease that she’d seen in many sailors. They had good balance, she guessed, not at all like most humans who plodded around oblivious.

Her eyes slipped lower, noting his belt, cutlass, and the fit of his pants. A half smile played across her face as she wondered if all of him was as dark as his chest and arms. His boots felt out of place to her on the beach where she stood barefoot. She liked the curve of his buttocks and the way his legs matched his chest with their contours. Veer was easy on the eyes. She glanced at Roric to see if he agreed.

Then she reached out and touched his boat with gentle hands. “Is it damaged? How did it happen? I’m sorry I didn’t understand most of what you said. Can you slow down a little when you speak? If you need help, we’ll be glad to help.” She said, reaching out and touching Roric on the arm. She hoped the kelvic wasn’t going to turn aggressive on the man. He seemed to be bristling a bit and she wasn’t sure why.
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Postby Roric on March 3rd, 2016, 8:43 am

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The longer they lingered, the more his anger grew. Roric had long since learned how to control his temper, but that didn't make it any easier. On the inside he was a mess. His jaw clicked and strained as he ground his molars together. Further, he wasn't hearing a word either of them were saying, not that it mattered. The jumble of words spewing from Veer's lips struck him as totally incomprehensible anyway.

Watching them exchange significant glances made him sick. His hands balled into fists at his sides. There was just no way he was going to leave the two of them alone together. It was bad enough he was standing there, hopelessly impotent in his human seeming, but worse even that were he in his other, truer form, he wouldn't be savaging this man as he should be. Because that wasn't what Haeli wanted. Whatever he felt, whatever he thought of this bottom-feeding Svefra scum, Roric bound himself to her wishes with the desire to bring her peace.

Her touch broke him from his abstraction. Roric had been so deep in thought, he hadn't noticed that she'd referenced him at all. The intensity in his gaze softened as they both made eye contact. He did not understand the feelings that made war inside of him. But he felt something move in his heart as he looked a moment into her sea-colored eyes. Roric smoldered brighter than an open candle flame, then looked away. The sudden intimacy was overwhelming. It was unsustainable.

"Whatever you want," he murmured to her, unceremoniously shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

"As for you, don't you know how to speak Common?" He asked Veer with his usual level of tact. "I can't understand you."

"I'm Roric," he added, as if this somehow made it better, shifting his weight from one side to the next.

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Postby Veer Draer on March 4th, 2016, 5:49 pm

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Veer got a good read on the tall muscular lean man. As he suspected there was a territorial issue, though the svefran could not tell exactly what the relation these two had, as Roric was not hiding his discomfort for the tension was easily felt through his quick and sharp snips of conversation. It was if the young man could bite with his words and tear into flesh with passive aggression. Veer took note of Roric, for possessive man was a dangerous one, especially when the prize was as gorgeous as Haeli.

The sailor also took note that the young woman did not shy from his obvious eye inspect of her and she had in turn gave him a un-hidden glance over. This day may prove to be far more entertaining then he was expecting. Especially when he had booked himself for the dreadful and boring task of ship maintenance. Veer was a playboy, a creature of the hunt and Haeli had haphazardly fallen into range of his interest. She was very easy on the eyes, her physical appearance could be described as wildly attractive and her forwardness to approach and make conversion with a stranger gave hint that she was dangerously adventurous and curious.

Only problem was, this prize came with a chaperon, an object that more then likely will get in the way of him making any claim. Veer smiled inwardly, he loved to duel and there was more then one way to duel that did not include metal blades or skullbashing. Challenge accepted! Let the games begin! Was pretty much the slight smirk he gave Roric before answering his and Haeli's inquiring about his broken speach. "common is not me native tongue!" He would apologetically inform. " oi be svefran!' Though he probably did not need to announce such, his personal Casinor careened on the beach and his icey blue eyes were probably a dead give away.

"an' naw, de ship is not damage" he continued as he drew a rag from his belt and whipped the sweat from his brow. " oi 'av 'er beached so oi can clean 'er 'ull! git rid av de barnacles an' other sea life dat 'av decided ter make 'um av 'er"

"i wud not reject yisser offer av 'elp!" He gave the woman a thankful smile at her eager kindness " more 'ands on deck 'ill git dis job done quicker. plus, oi wouldn't mind de company!'


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Postby Haeli on March 7th, 2016, 6:39 pm

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Haeli kept a close eye on Roric. She wasn’t sure what was wrong with him and why he was murmuring and why he was then seemingly challenging Veer. She glanced between the two trying to see the source of the tension but there was none evident. Roric was a kelvic of few words so Haeli was shocked when he grumbled out a question at Veer. She too had wondered if Veer didn’t speak common and she couldn’t understand him either. But she was very glad in the end Roric introduced himself.

Haeli wasn’t sure he was going to give his name.

The witch sighed internally. Roric was her friend and she cared for him, but she wanted to know other people too. Anyone she met was a potential customer or a connection. They could be protection and they could be enemies. She wanted to face them full on and live like she hadn’t gotten to live in Lhavit or even the vastness of the Gyvaka. The Ghalash Swamp was smaller, less in need of care, but far more prone to the politics of people because people were here. Roric acted as if they should never go out among people ever. And part of her didn’t blame him. He’d been in chains when she’d met him and purchased him from the auction house.

She wasn’t so sure if she hadn’t been in his place she wouldn’t feel the very same way.

The two men exchanged glances and Haeli turned again to Veer as he spoke. So he was Svefran and Fratava was his first language? Haeli spoke a bit of it, mainly tradespeak, and nodded. She in fact wouldn’t have recognized the Casinor as Svefran because the traders she’d dealt with always had bigger ships. Palivars? She wasn’t sure what they’d called them. Down south near Falyndar the people of the seas were different than the people here in the Suvan. If their accents were any clue, so too were their languages.

She understood that his ship wasn’t damaged and she stepped forward to run her hands over the hull. Her little outrigger canoe had a smooth hull, but then again it spent most of its time out of the water resting on the beach or pulled up in the shelter of the old Syliran Outpost they made into a business. This hull was rife with barnacles and sea worms and a whole host of other things clinging to it. The Swamp Witch seemed to understand after close scrutiny of Veer’s words.

“Ahh, your scraping the hull. Cleaning it. How do you do that precisely? Do you use a knife?” Haeli reached into the waistline of her loose pants and pulled out a knife. It was the type of knife one used to skin gators or snakes in the swamp. She glanced between the knife and the hull and knew the work would dull her blade. She glanced at Roric and then back at Veer. “I’ll help if you tell me how.” Haeli added, always open to new experiences. She leaned way over the hull to see if she could reach the center and found out her height and arm reach gave her an advantage over shorter less long-limbed humans. She could almost reach. And if she could find something to stand on, she could completely get to the arch in the center.

She thought for a moment about adjusting her height with her magic, but then discarded the notion almost immediately. She wanted to make a new friend and didn’t want to scare him off with magic.

Haeli glanced at Roric then, wondering if he was game to learn how to work on a Casnior’s hull as well.

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Postby Roric on March 9th, 2016, 5:32 pm

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Roric's sharp gaze followed Veer as he reached to withdraw the rag. There was almost visible relief in his expression at the revelation of what the object was. The wolf felt totally out of his element, wound far too tightly and the combination of all these factors was enough to set him completely at odds with the whole situation. His hands remained resolutely in his pockets and he turned away as if to disengage from the two of them altogether, against his better judgement. There was too much stimulation for the Kelvic. He was simply overwhelmed.

Roric gracefully opted out of the lesson between Haeli and her new friend, electing instead to stare out across the vast blue expanse of the coast. He still bristled with jealously, but did his best to keep it to himself. The stiff salt wind was foreign to him and stung his nose, but the feel of the soft sand between his toes gave him some inexplicable degree of pleasure. He flexed his feet and dug in his heels. The malleable substance of the beach seemed to contrast with what he knew about soil. It seemed to him that more things should grow, given the abundance of sun and water.

The eaves of the trees cast the three of them in a penumbra of light and darkness. Aside from the conversation between Haeli and Veer, not much could be heard save for the gentle sussurus of the waves as they kissed the beach and the cries of birds as they darted from branch to branch. But all the ambience stilled for a moment. Roric lifted his head instinctively, turning one ear to the side as he'd done so many times before in his wolf-seeming.

Through the thick growth of the nearby forest, the sound of a keening whistle could be heard. It was nearby, too close for comfort and Roric felt his internal hackles rise. It blew three times, each time sustaining for a brief interval before it paused. The noise was piercing. It seemed to penetrate all barriers, cleaving through sinew and bone, taking a direct route to the brain.

Whistles meant shadows in the jungle. He wasn't very familiar with their true meaning, but the wolf knew that whistles usually resulted in death. He turned to Haeli immediately, searching her face for some answers. Did she know the whistles too?

There was a crashing sound. It was clumsy, as if there were a creature barreling through the underbrush with no regard for their footing. Something large enough to shake the whole forest with its stumbling. Then, the agonized cry of a beast. The tortured sound caused Roric to feel almost as ill as he had before. This was this sorrowful sound of a wounded animal and if he had to guess, a bear of some kind.

"Haeli!" He shouted, moving to insert himself into the space between her and the nearby forest, just as the creature exploded into view.

It was very badly hurt from what he could tell, a writhing mass of muscle and tattered flesh. It required a few moments of consideration for Roric to even determine that it was actually a grass bear and from what he could see, it'd been savaged by something. There were ugly gashes all along both its sides and it was bleeding profusely. He felt bile rising at the base of his throat. Grass bears were usually peaceful.

He shifted slightly out of Haeli's way. This was a situation she could be equipped to handle, provided they could calm the beast. He saw her as fundamentally okay, able to handle anything... But just in case, Roric stayed near to her side.


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