stripped down to my skin and my bones
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shell collecting during the day, pirating at night. friends/allies/enemies;
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drunken pirate looking for a good time.Spring Y1
drunk at the drunken seagull, maui tries to drown her past in fermented berries.
working her day job as a shell-collector, she meets a young teen among the shores. thread name;
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year 1
none yet, but soon this chapter will be filled.code by rae |
 washed ashore
talk to me call me pretty kiss me hug me tuck me into a blanket and sing me a lullaby. Press your lips to my neck and leave roses there to bloom. Shower me in petals and robe me in silk. Promise never—never ever. Lock the door and take the key, slide it down my throat and never leave me. talk to me call me pretty kiss me hug me tuck me into a blanket and sing me a lullaby. Press your lips to my neck and leave roses there to bloom. Shower me in petals and robe me in silk. Promise never—never ever. Lock the door and take the key, slide it down my throat and never leave me. |
mephisto & sea treasure is silver n' gold
It's her duty as the captain's daughter to fight for her kin. Maui wished she had Kei on her side this time, and maybe she would get lucky and live once again. But if not, she had never feared death. She had almost embraced it so many times, what was so scary about living among the stars? She would be with Barb. Maui's ears tucked to her head and her tail flew out behind her, steadying her drunken state. It's then that she charged, jaws open and head tucked to protect her jugular, though she knew those big claws could sweep her away and it wouldn't matter what she protected. The rebel woman screamed out, she didn't even know what she was protecting besides Verona. She knew something was wrong and all she was good at was fighting, facing the threat that was here. The grey-scale woman charged until she reached the dragon's tail, seeing a shit ton of pups, "out of the way! incoming!" she screamed before she tossed herself on to the upper part of the tail and let her teeth indulge themselves, as if it was her last meal. A sickness brewed in her belly from moving so fast. But, alas, she doesn't let go, she lets her claws sink into the scales of the tail, clasping them as if it is her last move. |
mephisto & sea Maui is too busy watching the ocean and slipping on the last of the booze when something is going on at the main event, she squinted towards the party in curiosity, but it just seemed like some wolf was getting crowned or something. Sure, she was trying to be sociable, but this booze was really good and she was more concerned with having a good time than political matters. It isn't until a flash of fire reflected off the ocean that she stumbled upwards, looking towards the feast again. A huge lizard-like creature emerged from the sky and had taken down something and then there was some golden stag? For a moment, she looked to her empty gourd of booze, wondering what the hell was in it before she looked back, wolves starting to crowd and attack the massive creature. She, drunkenly stumbled back towards where they all were, it's when she sees her aunt is when reality hit her. Her eyes steadied on Verona and she ran towards her, knowing she smelt of alcohol and sea water-- not a great mix. "Aunt Verona! Stay back!" She started running, paws slipping in the sand as she tumbled forward over her front knees, dodging out of the way of the elements being tossed all over the place. It wasn't long before her sandy pelt reached Verona and she burped, "Hey. Stay back. Don't you move. We've got thisss." She spoke to her aunt like a child before turning and heading towards the fight before anyone can stop her.
It's her duty as the captain's daughter to fight for her kin. Maui wished she had Kei on her side this time, and maybe she would get lucky and live once again. But if not, she had never feared death. She had almost embraced it so many times, what was so scary about living among the stars? She would be with Barb. Maui's ears tucked to her head and her tail flew out behind her, steadying her drunken state. It's then that she charged, jaws open and head tucked to protect her jugular, though she knew those big claws could sweep her away and it wouldn't matter what she protected. The rebel woman screamed out, she didn't even know what she was protecting besides Verona. She knew something was wrong and all she was good at was fighting, facing the threat that was here. The grey-scale woman charged until she reached the dragon's tail, seeing a shit ton of pups, "out of the way! incoming!" she screamed before she tossed herself on to the upper part of the tail and let her teeth indulge themselves, as if it was her last meal. A sickness brewed in her belly from moving so fast. But, alas, she doesn't let go, she lets her claws sink into the scales of the tail, clasping them as if it is her last move. |
as soon as she figured out that fancier isn't going to answer her heed right away, a scowl is plastered on her face. does he has something better to do than ignore his sister? not that she thought he was ignoring her, she was just irked after traveling so long with news that she had to bare. the skeleton tree provided no refuge from the snow falling nor does it help her rest from the vultures that call at her from above. though she does beckon them in close just so she can get a taste... it is then that a foreign words hit her ears. her black pearls snap from the sky and towards a young girl who held a gem of yellow and lightning. she knows it too well from stories. a storm gem. so she was here. not that she doubted her tracking skills. had she gotten the wrong language? she had spoken three and none of the ones that the little girl spoke were in any of her skill sets. black pearls shimmer blue in the light as she began to squint at the girl before she spoke again- this time in english. good. she was never a good learner of her dad's multiple tongues. she could speak some turkish and full ukrainian, but it was difficult and she spoke very slow when she did, making sure she made no mistakes. "a brave question, маленька русалка." she speaks forth as she combed the child over with close eyes before she peaked out from behind her to see if any parent would come to collect a valued member of their clan, but no one does, yet. "maui marx. who might you be?" maui decided she had earned it without someone lurking behind her as if she cannot speak for herself. a teenager. she also tossed the question back at the young lady and waited, bait out for the taking. her ears lean forward as she beckoned the teen to answer. she wasn't much for teenagers nor kids, but there was a soft spot for them. she had been around so many of her crew-mates that she felt like a mom sometimes and right now, she was without. a maternal instinct grew and thumped softly with the pace of her heart. she didn't let it grow though, pushing it down will a swallow in her throat. code and art by sylvirr! |
