[ P ] Cinderella Man .

At first,

He was not entirely sure. A swift movement among the trees, almost pleasant. Originally had rained and there was some soft grounds to move upon. A soft inhale, he snagged himself among the branches. This was the first place he had gone, since the meeting of Ransom. Still almost felt right, a squelch of mud between his very toes.

He was looking for a particular sort of mushroom, one that might taint more than expected. A long sniff, he eventually stumbled upon a small Creek. Casting, a quick look about him. There was no hesitation in his bones however, as he flung himself forth. The sharp splash of aqua, and then silence once more. Shoveling into the murk, he was almost out of eyesight.

How ever, he did embark upon the bank once throwing a few catfish. Pausing to take, it all in. He kept an ear open, half hopeful ,half dreading. After all you could never tell nowadays. A simple silence and that was all.

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"I love everything"
Fire spreading all around my room

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Coding & Manip © Plymouth

How dreary Yorkshire was.

The skies were dull, grey clouds saturated with bitter rain. Mud seemed to cake every crevasse, corner and stone. Unlike the glorious black sands of the shore, this mud was filthy, squelching betwixt his large toes. It was enough to crinkle his scarred maw. Enough for a bitter taste to linger upon his silver tongue.

The sun soon sank beneath the dark clouds and murky skies, evening would soon approach. At least there was one perk to this land; how bitterly cold it was. Frost would soon crisp the blades of grass and snows would soon fall. It reminded him of home. His birthplace.

But alas, not his true home. No, he had left that behind the day his Father died. Left everything to start a'new and found a new home upon the sands and seas, as a filthy Pirate that was oh so devilishly handsome! What was there to complain about?

Everything.

He had no crew and only a loving mate by his side. Not exactly the luxurious life he aimed to lead...

Dark ears perked at the sounds of water, splashing and general noise. A glint of frosted white appeared, doused in the cool liquid. "Bit cold for a swim, is it not?" His monotone drawl sought out the man, whom upon closer inspection; held eyes of burning fire. A few fish flopped upon the bank, only to pass moments later. An ivory brow simply quirked. "Mind you the mud is enough to drive anyone to delve into the depths..." Mumbling as he rose a large paw and shook, aiming to fling the dark substance away.

What a sight, for sore eyes.

An appreciative blink, clearing the mud from his remains. A careful study if the man before him, however nothing reeked of imminent danger. A rather striking creation of black and white, as simple as the beat of his heart within. HA. What a folly that might because. A careful glance as he lurked upon the bank, slow and steady inhale.

He wondered for a brief moment, who they might be. Hopes and dreams, everything in between. But after all, that was entirely none of his fucking business. And with a slight wink, he endeavored himself upon thee. " No colder then what beats within." of course some of this was entirely untrue, after all didn't he have an encounter with a rather handsome wolf once that took his heart for "Ransom"? However things could still get interesting as such, he obliged.

He snuffed the fish a little bit, just to make sure. Overcast sky setting the mood. He'd never been one for social encounters but as of late he did try to escape his introvert self. Grasping a slippery prey between clenched jaws, he deposited as a gentle or distance as he could. Or understood. "What's a pretty boy like you doing out here anyway?" He wasn't exactly flirting with him, but he wasn't exactly not. However he was interested enough to at least see it through.

The stench of Dead leaves and Oblivion everywhere. If only happiness could exist such as this. A cock of his chiseled skull, wondering what else adventures dare await.

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"I love everything"
Fire spreading all around my room

Wolf © Philipp Pilz on Unsplash
Coding & Manip © Plymouth

@Leviathan

The male had a nonchalant air about him, not so much startled by his sudden appearance, yet not covertly interested either. It was enough to keep him intrigued. He always did like a challenge.

No colder then what beats within. A small quirk of an icy brow was given at the response, one that he could agree upon. "Aye?" Now colour him intrigued. "Many say I have a heart of ice. A cruel and callous Pirate Captain 'till the end!" Oh the theatrics came into play, then. He rose a large paw to proclaim upon his icy chest, mud marking the wispy strands of ice. Ah yes, he was known for his swashbuckling ways, of wooing, pillaging and generally causing a raucous oh how he missed his glory days.

Yet the temperatures began to shift within his favour, a cold wind began to blow as the sun began to dip behind murky grey skies. A small shiver ran down his spine, but he would always take the thrill of ice and snow against the hazy, scornful heat of the sun. "What's a pretty boy like you doing out here anyway?" A small, wry smile curled upon cracked, black lips as his icy eyes tore from the male's small meal and upon his sunset gaze. "Only pretty?" A small "tsk" clicked from his tongue as he took a step forwards, one deliberate, one showing his pride and prowess. "I am looking for weary souls to join my motley crew." His smile grew wider, "How would a pretty thing such as yourself, fancy life as a Pirate?" .

Ah yes, he was no stranger to games.