Brave new world (charachter intro- all welcome)

[yarrick]

((this post starts just after the current thread I replyed to- which I want to finish- which will get me off the ship. But I'm bored, and have nothing to do so I'm starting another thread myself seperatly for the next part in my first RP/Intro story.))

A newcomer to this still very foreign land, Yarrick studied his surroundings along the portside. As of late, he had been sleeping under the docks looking over the ocean in the direction out of the harbor into the ocean towards what was once his home, so very far away. He had snuck off a cargo ship, which had brought him to this land- in the hopes that he could start a new life here. He was no longer welcome in his homeland... he was a refugee...

A few remnants of his past still clung to him from his previous companion from a home across the ocean he could never return to, a dark brown furred hat which was strapped on behind his ears, and a very simple looking leather collar with a silver name tag written in Cyrillic- A language the locals of this port, human or canine, likely have never seen and cannot understand.

These personal effects made it easier for him to blend in however and avoid being seen as a stray by the common folk at first glance. He still kept his distance from the town citizens however, as this place was still new to him.

With an orderly trot the husky strolled along the dockside looking for something to eat, stomach already beginning to rumble and craving something other then the vegetables and highly salted dried meat which he had his share of aboard the ship he stowed away on.

His ears perking up as he takes in the smells of the harbor filled with rotten fish, other canines and humans alike- it was taking some time to find something that smelled edible. He was afterall no bloodhound, his sense of smell was much better then a human's but it was harder for him to differentiate between specific scents in a place which was coated with them, most notably from the rotting carcasses of fish and saltwater and the result of the dockworker's labor in the afternoon sun.

After following a few of these scents with no avail, still keeping his distance from the dockworkers as much as possible, he was able to finally pick out a smell which was more to his tastes.

Sniffing, he trotted along to follow this new scent and found it to be a link of fresh sausages suspended on a hook hanging over a crate which were ready to be boxed up for a shipment. The dockworkers were working on another part of the shipment nearby and had their backs turned to Yarrick and the suspended sausages but this could change at a moments notice.

Yarrick was busy surveying the immediate situation for something he could use to slip in and out to grab the food without being seen, his focus directly on the sausages in front of him, and for the moment making the mistake of checking his surroundings as he focused in on his target and contemplated his next move…

[Squeeji]

While port dogs toiled bringing in lines and ratting, Nene took to the docks like she had owned the place, she had never had a run in with the Portmaster's dog, whom she did not recollect the name, but she did know there was a Alpha to these old sea curs, which made her laugh, why would a pet dog pack need an alpha? Didn't they have humans to lord over them? Her grin was stretched wide, as some humans looked at her oddly, strange dog? Or strange wolf, no one knew to call her or shoo her off.

She loved every moment of it. Nene's tail was high, her ears erect, with none of these dogs her apparent better, she carried herself like Alpha in these parts, heck, she carried herself as Alpha in ALL parts. Though she sure as hell wouldn't want to be Alpha here, she sneezed, taking a good whiff in on that sea air, she didn't like it. And grumbled under her breath.

Living by the sea was not how animals were supposed to live, there was no good prey or water here, just scavenging. And scavenging just left a bad taste in her mouth.

She walked on, noting a scavenger on the prowl, she sniffed, dog mostly, a little, ittybit wolf...The wolfdog flopped on her haunches, watching the male awhile, looking at those human meat tubes...it made her laugh. Hopping back up on her paws Nene walked over to him.

"You know, they make those with the bowels of animals." She cringed, shaking her head, only humans would find a use for something that no other animal would eat. "You really want those so bad?"

[yarrick]

Yarrick blinked, realizing that his hunger had compelled him to concentrate on the sausages and the dock workers enough that he didn't notice the wolf mix that had slipped in and was now sitting beside him. He did not like being caught off guard- at one point in his life had he'd been caught off guard like this he would be a very dead dog right now. His head turned with a look of surprise to her.

There was a good part of him that wanted to ignore the other mutt that was interfering with his quest to find food, but a rare spark of curiosity befell him. He would have to after all learn to live here, and simply ignoring everyone wasn't going to get him anywhere’s. When he spoke to the canine who had appeared beside him in a language oblivious to the humans his voice was deep with a thick, foreign accent:

"My dear devushka, I have seen both the worst and best da human race has to offer and most often de line between dis and dat is wery thin. Dat is by not de worst thing humans are capable of, believe me. " He pauses for a moment sniffing the sausages in the air "Tis by no means Pierogi but it is much better then vhat vas sitting in that miserable scow of a ship I was on for a veek."

He pauses, looking back between the sausages and the wolf mutt sitting next to him "Dew have a better suggestion, Da? devushka?"

(It took me awhile but I found a list of common Russian words in the Roman alphabet. I'll be adding a few of them in with my accents. Devushka means "girl" or "young woman")

[Squeeji]

Nene rolled her eyes, and just seemed to humor the old dog "Jah jah jah..." she did a small circle and laughed, "I've heard all of this before, people good, people bad, but the fact of the matter is...you want those sausages eh?" her foxish muzzle broke out in a toothy grin.

She still held herself a dominate wolf, and to a complete stranger, she was either brave, or terribly stupid, maybe a bit of both, but she was for certain an accomplished thief. "Wait here, I'll see what I can do for ya."

The mutt looked as though she was gonna walk off but then paused. "Um listen, when you hear trouble, grab that meat and run like there's a fit of wolves after you...got it? Jah? Good." She nodded, and then continued on her way.

A good five minutes later, the sound of a gun going off and the yapping laughter of a female canine is heard, as well as the cursing of some merchant, a lot of chaos, just what Yarrick needed to get that sausage.

[yarrick]

Understanding what his comrade was trying to do- cause a distraction- Yarrick took the opportunity of this to leap in the air and snatch the sausages in his maw and make a hasty retreat as the dock workers ran in to investigate the disturbance.

He darted behind a large crate on the other side of the market, well hidden he laid the sausages at his paws, chewing on one that broke loose. He perked his ears and peeked around the side of the crate- well out of sight from the Chaos in the center of the market.

Compassion or concern were never in his best interest, but there was a hint of acknowledgement and if nothing else, curiosity to watch the devolving scene to see just who emerged out of the devolving confusion and chaos in the market square.

The strange mutt seemed to know what she was doing, he considered this as he chewed on another sausage….

[Squeeji]

The chase had been a short one, though any sane canine would have disagreed, Nene was fortunate that the butcher was a large man, and incapable of only firing one shot out of his muzzle loading rifle (a bad shot at that) and being unable to chase the wolfmix by foot for long.

She was a ballsy female, as she turned back around the other alley ways, in her jaws was the reason that man came at her so quickly and with such force, a nice chunk of steak. Though the thought of oxidized old meat was somewhat below her in a sense, she couldn't help but feel victorious, and salivate over her prize.

Nene chuckled, sniffing about after the old mutt she had helped to get his meal, after all, she also wanted to show off. Coming back around to where she had last seen the male, she tested the air, the smell of sausage and old sea dog wasn't exactly hard to track.

[yarrick]

After watching the display of the chubby butcher, winded and giving up after only a short rustle, Yarrick grinned and slung the remainder of the sausages around his neck. “Da. He wouldn’t do for a minvet in the army…” he thought silently to himself, watching where the shot had rang out from the old blunderbuss- no where near his intended target.

He watched the half-breed trot back towards him, with the large steak in her maw. He glanced to his sausages and shrugged. It was still certainly better then his pickings in the cargo hold, and was his first real meal other then scraps he had since he arrived.

He studied her closer- part of him admired her bravery which is not all that common among many of the other strays he had thus observed so far in the port. A lot of the rest seemed to be content with picking off scraps and half rotted fish carcasses that were left out to rot in the sun. The only thing one would have to fight for these poor meals were seagulls.

His thoughts drifted off this tangent… he was getting too old. He should not get so distracted by idle thoughts and trotted out from behind the crate to meet his partner in crime.

“Vent for the direct approach, Da?” he gave a hint of almost a slight grin to his otherwise stern and serious looking posture. “Vhatever vorks, as long as all the butchers in this port are so horrible marksmen…”

[Electus]

(( Eh, I don't suppose full-blooded wolves are a common sight here, but what the heck?))

Mortil sniffed indignantly as he darted into an alley in Rakine Port. No sooner had he cautiously arrived then all Hell broke loose. The humans cursed, bustled around wildly, and one even had the nerve to aim a gun at him. The gall! Mortil grinned suddenly at the thought. He had repaid that human every bit. No one shot at him and got away with it. Poor aiming notwithstanding, it was downright rude. Mortil contented himself with biting the human and then going on his way.

No matter, he was not injured, and that was what mattered. Survival. Mortil barely noticed walking out back into the open. But then, what with the commotion going on, it hardly mattered. He caught a strange scent...a wolf-dog? No, too much dog. Too little wolf.

His curiosity aroused, he trotted in that general direction the scent was coming from. The scene mildly amused and mildly surprised him. Two. A wolf-mutt, and the dog...wolf...mix. He sat on his haunches well out of site of the humans, and then spoke in a dry, clipped cadence.

"Well well. Isn't this a surprise? I suppose your responsible for all this clamor and mindless rabble." Mortil yawned, laying down with his head on his front paws. "But who cares, eh? What matter is it when humans are involved. They are petty, selfish creatures." Mortil grinned. "And horrible shooters, no?"

[Squeeji]

“Vent for the direct approach, Da?”

The hybrid seemed to glow under what she decided to see as a compliment, "I am nothing if not direct." Nene smiled rakishly her nose wrinkling up in her glee. She took a few bites out of her meal then slid the rest towards the mutt.

The smell and sound of the wolf coming up only made the wolf dog's stance get all the more dominate, but no less comfortable than she was. "I caused the calamity thank you." Her tone was self pleased, and almost arrogant. "They aren't any more petty than anything else, they're just animals." Nene laughed, and rolled her eyes.

"Just another pack of animals that do what they will, damn the consequences..." She looked at some humans with a shrug, seeming not to care much, how was Rakine different than any other pack? None. Not really. At least the way she saw things.

[yarrick]

Yarrick nodded to the halfbreed and took a few bites out of the steak, still with the sausages wrapped around his neck. The sausages were well salted and would keep for a long time- and were a convient edible accesory around his neck. Rations for the road- it was allways wise to think ahead.

The steak on the other paw would not last that long and was easily enough for the both of them for one meal anways. He then spotted the wolf and perked up. Not in the manner that he looked like he was threatened, but alert and at attention, watching his moves.

He had delt with his share of full blooded wolves in eastern Russia and knew that they meant trouble, espically when in a pack. Then he remebered where he was- a human port. There was no way a pack would get this close to a human city, so this had to be a loner. He had however an answer for the wolf's statement, having spent a part of his life with humans.

"Da butcher and merchants in dis port may be horrible marksmen, da. Dey are fishermen and dockworkers not trained soliders, da? Believe me... dere are men vho could shoot a flea offa your back had they vished to, but likely, not here." the old husky chuckled to himself and glanced back to the newcomer wolf with two different colored eyes "Not all humans are all petty and disorganized, da? Make that understimation and you be wery dead, no?"

[Electus]

"Not all humans are all petty and disorganized, da? Make that understimation and you be wery dead, no?"

Mortil laughed, his eye sparkling. "Da. Be that as it may, I am by no means arrogant by these ways. I am well aware that human soldiers are by far different in comparison." He looked at the dog. The way he talked... "Hmm...are you Russian? Or hail from Russia perhaps? Good country, according to my old pack. Never went there. Probably never will..but.." He gave a half-shrug. "You can't see them all.

"Perhaps you could both indulge your names? 'Clementia vestri nomen', as my old pack would say. 'Tis latin, but I suppose no one speaks that anymore. The humans used to, but not now."

[yarrick]

Yarrick glanced to the strange wolf nodding slightly. Still not trusting the wolf completely, Yarrick knew it was best to atleast acknowledge his question "Da, I be from Russia, vut dat place mean nothing to me anymore" he lets out a sigh "I am an immigrant or Refugee as it vere, Da?"

He paused for another moment, carefully chewing a few more bites of the steak the mix had offered him, making sure to leave some for his friend, never letting his eyes stray from the wolf "Name is Yarrick but dats not whats important, da?"

He then glanced between the strange new wolf and the wolf mix who he seemed to trust more, as she helped him get his food. He paused for a moment, then glanced behind him for a second- as if looking for someone or making sure no one was coming up for the odd group that had assembled here...

[Squeeji]

"I'm Nene." There was a time when her name invoked some recollection, but over time, and given that these were strangers in a strange land, she did not expect much. The she-wolf mix yawned, shaking her head. "Not a whole lot is that important in the long run." She licked her chops

"Its what's going on now thats to be considered, and to a lesser extent, what's going to happen...and if you want to gloat...you can talk about what did happen." She winked, stretching herself as the sun got warmer with time. "Why are you here wolf? You got a death wish?" Nene laughed, it was a legitimate question, and not even nearly sounding like a threat from the bemused hybrid.

"Or perhaps you'd like to divulge you name...?"

[gazzi]

Desoto looked around. It had not yet been an hour and he had already seemed to lose track of his companion. Where could he be? Last he knew they were out looking for food and all of a sudden they had gotten split up. This port was large too. Surely Yarrick would be looking for him though. Right? He walked around the corner of a warehouse like building, following a fain scent. He did not know Yarrick's scent by heart yet, so trying to find him was a bit difficult.

After a few minutes of searching, he finally found him. His voice was recognizable anywhere. "Name is Yarrick but dats not whats important, da?"

He smiled, and trotted in the direction of the voice. Past a few barrels filled with who knows what Yarrick stood talking to a few dogs. He walked up to the scene as if he had known Yarrick for a long time, even though he really didn't.

"Yarrick, laddy. I lost you." He chuckled. No need to get worried over it. He looked to the canines standing before him. He towered over them. He put his head lower so that he could see them at almost eye level, he was a bit self conscious about his size. "Hallo there. I'm Desoto."

Almost immediately he recognized wolf in both of them. He had sensed it in Yarrick, but because of the dog in him had let his guard down. One of the two seemed to be a half breed as well, while the other was a wolf. Desoto tensed a bit. He was a wolfhound, bred to hunt and kill the creatures. He would not take a step out of line though, until he knew if the wolf posed a threat.

[yarrick]

Yarrick blinked, turning around at the familar voice behind him. He had not gotten the chance to really get to know the larger canine better, and he knew this might take some time. He had managed to loose sight of Desoto earlier this morning and just assumed he was out hunting for something to eat like himself. He had little worries about trying to find a wolfhound of Desoto's size in the port again...

"Ah.. wery good commrade, I've just been looking for something to eat.. and have seemed to find others no?"

He glanced to the halfbreed which he seemed to have about as much trust for on a mutal basis as the Wolfhound he had met earlier, and then to the full blooded wolf which he was still a bit more cautious and wary of, atleast right now

"Da. Have some steak- dat is if Devushka here doesn't object, da?" he grins and motions to Nene "don't vorry. He's big but mostly harmless, da?" He managed a slight grin. It was apparent that while he still didn't seem to fully trust "pack creatures" yet he was getting a little more comfortable with Refugees like himself.