•• LIGHT AS A F E A T H E R - (open)

[Vanessa Ryder]

Maybe this wasn't a good idea.
Of course it wasn't.
I'm crazy.
Well, maybe.
Ugh, too far to turn back now.
Thoughts circled through Vanessa's head as she swept across the damp, warm air in the docks. The breeze brushed against her multi-colored feathers, making some of the more whispy ones sway with it as her body rose and fell. Under the rising, morning sun, everything was bathed in its warm light, some areas in particular creating 'thermals' - pockets of hot air which lifted anything slightly up, only to let them back down as soon as the temperature lowered again slightly. For a few seconds, she could almost forget that there was a huge, glass wall just a mile or so away. For a while, maybe it even had the honor of being tolerable. Yet of course, no matter how she felt at that moment about the realism of the giant hamster cage, she knew the truth was inevitable - but the least she cold do is try to forget.
She'd even managed to forget how long she'd been in there, at least in her conscious mind; however, the date remained tattooed across her heart. Three months, that's how long it'd been since her life got taken from her, just because she had the ability to turn into a bird. Not a mountain lion or anything remotely dangerous - she was a bird. Did they really feel the need to lock her up for all to see? As much as her heart ardently argued and rallied for her point of view - which was shared by many others, or so she presumed - she had nobody to rant them to. Her complaints would fall on deaf ears; her pleads had no set direction - everyone around her was suffering. Under thick layers of glass and feuding packs, there was no chance for escape. People were busy just trying to survive, and others were busy with fighting among themselves rather than finding some way out.
There was no hope - and the worst thing you could take from someone was hope.
It wasn't humane - but of course, that argument fell on cold cheeks as well. They weren't human - or at least, not in the Keepers' eyes, not in anyone else's.

After a while of flying, she finally slowed her pace, her wings flapping every now and then and suddenly freezing in place, letting herself glide down a few inches at a time. It was then, after much descending, that she finally landed. She stretched her legs out, letting her talons dig into the moist wood securely. From there, she closed her wings promptly, and stayed absolutely still for a few seconds.
No distinct sounds came to her - just the 'ocean' lapping up on the rocky shoreline and the sounds of the distant city. Though there was no electricity and no running cars or anything, it still had sounds - animal growls, screeches, hisses, chirps, roars, and even human talking. She glanced over her shoulder at it, eying the concrete silhouette and letting her gaze sharpen slightly, glaring at it in resentment before she finally turned around, ignoring the thing.
She honestly didn't know what to do with herself anymore. Since being placed within the confines of a sadistic snow globe, she hadn't bothered to make alliances. No rings, no packs, no friends, no anything - she thought it'd be more simple that way.
But nobody ever said simple was easy.

She knew she was in the wrong part of town, or at least she supposed it so. It had a distinct scent, and she recognized it - one of the rings, or so her instincts told her. They begged her to leave, to flutter away into the sky before anything could come and swipe her right out of the air for a nice meal.
But as she sat there, perched on one of the wooden handles on the dock railing, she could care less. At least death didn't lie - it didn't look you in the face, tell you it was your friend, and then stab you in the back. She'd started to feel like a zombie in that enclosure - flying around, struggling to survive, and it was the same struggle every day. Run from the viruses, don't tread on anyone else's territory, find food and a place to sleep. She was so sick of it.
It was time to break the rules, to be herself again..to feel alive again.

[ishasmith]

Someone once said that the sound of water could soothe any soul.  Isha couldn't remember who told her; she didn't really care anyways as it didn't seem to work.  She had thought that a walk along the dock would do some good for her nerves.  She was wrong.  Something deep down inside her was warning her away, making her even more jumpy than usual.  The water covered sounds and it worried her that something might be able to sneak up behind and...

She had only been in the dome a few days.  A few days and her brain was still fogged by shock.  She didn't want to be here, she wanted to be home.  Isha knew she would never see home again which just made it worse.  She didn't even have hope.

Her steps along the dock sounded like she had a bad limp.  Pause, clunk.  Pause, clunk.  In truth, she had lost one of her shoes on her first night and was left with a single shoe and a sock which was already bearing holes and mud.  With her hands buried deep in the pockets of her hoodie and lines that tears had drawn along her face, Isha was quite a sight.

Isha noticed something flitting through the sky -- a bird.  Part of her wanted to shift and take to the air, the other part of her was disgusted even at the thought of shifting.  She stood still as the bird landed, watching it, hoping that she could fade away into the scenery and wouldn't be noticed if she didn't draw attention to herself.  

(OC: ack, sorry for the bad post...just getting back into rp'ing after a six month break)

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[atrb=background,http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/sketchedesigns/eohbg.png] Eoh had once again taken to the skies far over the waters of the bay; today was his off day, which seemed such a rare thing lately what with the Fulsi being so bold as to attack the Carna. It was unsettling that they had found the location of Sewertown, which as long as Eoh had known the Carna had never happened. It got under his skin that there were traitors and turncoats. Carna who you thought you could trust that were interested only in basically, and even quite literally, stabbing you in the back. The recent events were heavy in his thoughts, and though he'd thrown a considerable amount of his worries into his scouting duties, he'd driven himself to the point of exhaustion. Eoh supposed Adison must've noticed how tired he was, and the Head of Border Patrol had given him a day off. With a salute, Eoh had promptly slumped off to his cot in the Main Tunnel of Sewertown and effectively passed out. He gauged that he'd slept for about five hours straight, and now that he'd gotten some Z's under his belt, it was time to stretch his wings. It was a good to have a day off, he supposed. As much as he liked scouting, he had to admit he loved the ocean just that much more. lying above it's waters, it gave him time to think of the long months spent at sea. It had been a rough life, but he'd loved every moment of it. The high seas were something he missed greatly. So every spare moment he got from patrols and other scout duties, he spent by the bay. And that's what he was doing now, in fact. Spreading his wings and taking to the air high above the waters of the bay, he felt his spirits lighten and all his troubles lift away. As he circled back and glided back towards the docks, a flit of color caught his eye. Curiosity piqued, he tucked his wings and did a sharp nose-dive, plummeting towards the dock at unbelievable speed. About 40 feet, he snapped his wings out and leveled out, wheeling above the warehouses and wooden docks, his eyes peeled for that flash of color. Maybe it was a song bird. He'd always wanted to try his hand at catching one in his hawk form. Not to kill it or anything - but he thought it would be nice to have a little pet to take care of and teach to sing along with his ukulele when he played it. His daydreams were cut tragically short when two new scents drifted towards him through the air. Two scents that were distinctly not Carna. Keen hawk eyes landed on the body of a woman, a small colorful bird sitting a ways off. Clacking his beak sharply, Eoh dropped the remaining feet to the ground, shifting just before he landed. His boots hit the docks with a soft thud. He pulled himself to his full height and strode over towards them, putting on the meanest Carna look he could think of. He'd never been especially violent, but the Carna had changed him a bit. He still avoided it, but not at all costs - and he certainly wouldn't restrain himself from defending against a Fulsi or even the odd overly brave Fallen. He rounded the corner of a warehouse and strode over to the girl and the brightly colored bird, lips drawn into a snarl."What you doing? This is Carna territory, rogue." he barked, his voice tinged with an exotic Hawaiian accent. Eoh could smell another Shifter, and by the scent another rogue as well. "Or should I say rogues? Lesgo, little bird. Show your face." ooc; Hope it's alright! Dx I'm still kinda feeling him out x3

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[Vanessa Ryder]

Vanessa's eyes quickly shifted away from the lapping water underneath the docks, her attention falling on a girl as she approached. Rather than being alarmed, she watched her casually, hiding the inner curiosity that gleamed in her eyes. Only a small chirp escaped her beak, a greeting, in a way. She wasn't going to shift back to normal and talk - the visitor seemed jumpy. She didn't want to provoke her further.
Thus, rather than seeking a conversation or making her new companion run off, she stayed quiet, pulling her attention away from the stranger. Her feathers ruffled, making her seem slightly larger than she really was for a few seconds, until she settled them back down. It was the equivalent of a dog's hair standing on end - when a shiver worked its way up her back for reasons unknown to her. For the moment, she didn't know why - she simply shrugged it off, stretching her wings briefly and indulging in the cool breeze as it swept up against them from the water. But that's when she saw it - a shadow overhead, somewhere in the distance. Her wings tucked themselves back in, and her eyes sent a fleeting look at it - but nothing stained the sky with its shadow, for the creature had already landed.
Drat.
Was it an animal or a shifter? Was it another harmless rogue, or something more? Questions poisoned her thoughts as she reluctantly glanced over her shoulder, watching as the man approached.
Shifter - apparently, a Carna shifter. She hadn't taken the time to do her homework and figure out what territory she was trespassing on, just that it belonged to one of the rings. Even then, as he snarled at her unknown companion, she couldn't help but stare at him blankly, as if he'd spoken in a different language. She understood him, of course, she just disregarded his blatant warning.

Lesgo, little bird. Show your face.

His words fell upon deaf ears for a few seconds, her mischievous ways causing her to pay little attention to him. Realizing that her actions may have had dire consequences, however, she complied, fully aware that he - apparently a bird himself - could easily catch her if she tried taking to the skies - her usual getaway.

Thus, perched on the handrail of the docks, she shifted back in a way that she was standing on it, her balance still intact for a few seconds. A gentle gust of wind blew past them, and she took advantage of it, leaping down from the railing and landing on the moist, wooden floor planks. At least that way, she wouldn't land on the wrong side of the rail and take a dive into the murky waters below.
She swept a few of her blonde-streaked bangs out of her face, glancing at the girl before turning her piercing, amber eyes on the man before them.

"Just flying, I wasn't aware you owned the skies as well, captain," she smirked playfully, drawing her hand up briefly to salute him. "The name's Vanessa - I'd say sorry, but I'm not good with apologies."
She crossed her arms loosely across her stomach, her shoulders down and relaxed. She was no stranger to trouble, it seemed.

[ishasmith]

OC: sorry but you may just want to skip my turn as I probably won't be able to post until August...you can make my charrie run off or something. Sorry!!!

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[atrb=background,http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/sketchedesigns/eohbg.png] Eoh snorted in contempt, his eyes boring into the rogue standing in front of him. She looked like she might want to stay and fight, but apparently she thought better of it. She lifted her hands in a sign that meant more or less no harm and slowly backed away, to which Eoh nodded and said, "That's a smart girl." He didn't stop following her with his eyes till she was out of sight, and he only hoped she was scared enough that she'd get all the way out of Dodge. With a grumble, Eoh crossed his arms over his chest and turned back to the bird, lifting an expectant brow at the small colorful thing. When the bird shifted, Eoh took a step back and gave he girl a quick once over. The overwhelming desire to run forward and shove her over the railing into the water below like he and his Carna buddies liked to do with each other had to be smothered, his lips twitching as he tried to hide the smile. He was mildly impressed with her balancing act, that and the fact that she wasn't exactly a pain to look at, but he didn't let it distract him from the fact that she was a Rogue trespassing on Carna turf. He had one of two options - escort her off the territory (forcefully or peaceably) or offer her a position in the Carna ranks. Either option wasn't bad, really - the Carna would benefit either way. The poor rogue on the other hand probably wouldn't view it that way. Anyway, as Eoh listened to her reply he felt the familiar effect the Carna seemed to have on him. The Ring, despite it's reputation, was like a big family. Being confined to such close quarters didn't leave much for privacy, but you made friends easy. They were a rowdy bunch for the most part, and Eoh couldn't help but fit right in; he worked hard, but partied harder. Thinking on the family the Carna had become inevitably led him back to the recent raid that had left many of his friends slain, in their beds no less. Half the ones that died hadn't even woken up - it made Eoh sick, just seeing the peaceful look on their face while their throats were slit. True, they died peacefully - but they didn't even have a chance to fight back! With a growl, Eoh shook himself out of his reverie and "Hate to break it to you, wahine, but you ain't exactly in the skies now, are you?" he paused and flicked his eyes down to her feet, then back up. "What with your feet on Carna docks and all." He observed her lax stance and solid composure; it was either a bluff or the girl really wasn't scared. Interesting. Most women, and even men, who found themselves on the Carna turf alone were nervous. Jittery. Like the other Rogue that had wisely skittered off. This...Vanessa seemed different. He didn't give her his name, unsure if would trust her with such a thing. His name was important to him - it was the only thread, the only connection, that he had with his life before The Menagerie, before even the day he woke up on the ship. With a sigh, he ran a hand through his thick black hair and stepped forward, pointing a finger at her. "You don't have to be sorry, now, not really. Just gotta get off our territory before one of my more maul-happy brah's comes along and makes you sorry." He sniffed, flashing her a overly bright smile. "You're lucky I'm the one that found you and not my bossman." ooc; Aw, okies Tyger! Have fun on your vacation, we can thread when you get back 8D Note: Wahine means girl in Hawaiian

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[Vanessa Ryder]

Vanessa's eyes followed the other girl as she slowly backed away from the strange newcomer, and a spark of contempt shimmering in her eyes - not for the girl, nor her smart move to back away. Any distaste she'd briefly shown simply came from the embers of her personality. Maybe she wasn't going to be an idiot and start a fight over nothing, specially when she was in the wrong - but that didn't stop her heart from fluttering slightly at the thought. She wasn't a drug addict, but she loved adrenaline - if it ever got sold like heroin inside the city, she'd have a hard time resisting.

The synthetic, oceanic winds blew past them yet again, saturated with small droplets of water from the waves below. She turned her cheek the other way for a second, looking at him yet again after the initial shock of the gust had worn off. He then started to speak, though his words swept in one ear and out the other, disregarded - except for one specific phrase. Wahine. What was that?
She arched an eyebrow, her gaze hardening into an offended glare.
"What did you call me?" she snarled. Though she wasn't quick to judge, and even slower to try to figure out the definition of words in a different language, there were only a few definitions to select from. He might have meant something like intruder, or he could have gone the extra mile - like the crazy, rabies-infected monsters in the city - and called her a swear word for good measure. Rather than giving him the benefit of the doubt, her guard raised higher than a national flag, her eyes gaining a savage spark to them.
"I really don't care whether I'm on Carna turf or not, puto, " she retaliated, shrugging it off as she walked towards him, slowly at first. Her boots gripped the moist, slightly-rotten wood firmly, making quiet thuds as she headed towards him. Though she'd been quite a ways off, she closed the distance quickly. Her sight of him grew clearer with her advance, but she didn't let her expressions hint her internal thoughts. This damned menagerie - a dry, giant fish bowl of hell! Had this been Miami or somewhere out and about, where she wasn't trespassing on some animal gang's territory, she would have gone ahead with some flirty comment rather than fighting words. But in her current situation, she couldn't back out of her chosen path of action - no, that'd just make her seem like a fiddlyfart if she suddenly started flirting. Ha! A light-hearted smile tugged at her lips briefly, but she shoo'ed it off like a diseased, stray animal.
"Then let them come," she whispered as she passed by him, her shoulder bumping against his - not in an overly aggressive matter, but just enough to show that she wasn't leaving without some kind of fight - and he, a bird like herself, couldn't exactly maul her to death in his shift form, unlike the other, crazier people. Well, she hoped - she'd never taken on a hawk before, and quite frankly, she wasn't counting on doing that any time soon. A little mischief never hurt anyone permanently.
"What are you gonna do about it, wahine?" she questioned, glancing over her shoulder at him - challenging him.

OoC :: Lol, 'puto' means uh.. well, bitch. xD She thought he called her one, so..badabing badaboom. xD

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[atrb=background,http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/sketchedesigns/eohbg.png] Eoh's thick eyebrows rose to an arch as he watched her reaction with slight confusion. Of course, he thought. He should've learned by now that not everyone could understand his Hawaiian lingo, eh? Still, it was a habit that was hard to get rid of, and it made him feel as if he could get in contact with those long lost memories of his time on the Island. His crew mates had told him what had happened, long after he was loyal to the crew of course, but still the inital outrage of being kidnapped and basically sold into some form of...well, slavery. Forced labor, more like it, but to Eoh there wasn't much difference. Not that he minded the work - actually, he'd taken to it quickly. Thinking on the sea and the memories it had stolen from him, he quickly gathered his thoughts and shifted them back to this Vanessa as she bumped into his shoulder. The effect of her light shove on him was nothing; his stolid stance didn't move an inch. But it sent the message, alright. The Carna in him wanted to leap at the challenge, fangs bared. But...it was his day off. And he wasn't really in the mood for a fight - plus, she didn't present much of a threat. She didn't seem to be stealing anything, or trying to snoop around too much. She seemed more like she truly was just going out for a flight above the ocean and docks. Not like he could blame her; he spent most of his free time doing the same thing. He still doubted slightly if she really was just a tourist, so his suspicions remained nevertheless. But they were alleviated quite quickly, even with her subtle snarky challenges. He'd never really liked Rogues and had an innate distrust of anyone who didn't like to live in groups; it was probably because it was so instinctive for him, that to see those who would stick it out by themselves were so foreign and alien an idea it was unsettling. But for some reason, Vanessa didn't outright unsettle him. She seemed so calm and composed, unlike most Rogue's he'd seen. They were always so overtly hostile or the complete opposite - a bundle of nerves and quite frankly, they were usually psychologically unstable. Damn. He'd let his thoughts drift again. Thankfully it had only been a moment or two that he'd paused, thinking over his answer. She'd called him something. Puto. Well, he'd heard that word before, somewhere. It wasn't easy to place as he'd never learned Spanish, but it was a term frequently tossed about in the Spanish ports. And Eoh hadn't ever heard it used in a good way. "Woah, woah, don't get your panties in a twist there," He said with a big, toothy grin. He sauntered over to her, weaving around her in a circle so he was in front of her again. He crossed his arms over his thick chest, quirking a brow at her when she called him wahine. He chuckled, shaking his head. "You done? Yeah? Wahine means girl," He stepped closer, a mischievous smile creeping on his face. "And I believe you just challenged my manhood," He moved closer until she was nearly pressed against the railing, his body just inches from hers - clearly an acceptance to her challenge. "Something I'm very tempted to correct," His dark eyes flickered down to her lips for a moment, then back to her eyes, and he leaned in just a bit closer, as if to kiss her. At the last second possible he pulled away, trying to restrain the laugh but failing miserably. He leaned on the railing next to her, white shirt open and fluttering in the breeze. "Maybe some other time, Rogue. You sure you're not gonna leave anytime soon? My bossman will go lolo if he catches you here. And he's one sonnuvabitch you don't wanna mess with, no way." ooc; sorry, it's kinda all over the place D: Also. Naughtyy Eohh XD

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[Vanessa Ryder]

She looked up at him defiantly as he mentioned something about getting her panties in a twist. Her chest heaved subtly with a quiet laugh – suppressed underneath the cool, stoic demeanor she’d worked hard to piece together. As collected as she attempted to make herself seem, the corners of her lips couldn’t help but tug upwards in a smile – even less when he mentioned the real meaning behind wahine.
Seriously? she thought to herself, almost wanting to roll her eyes at her mistake. She should have seen that coming. Karma had a way of making people look like fools when they tried to act untouchable or shameless.
What he did next certainly tested her ability to stay as composed as possible. Her heart started to race as he moved in closer. At first she was angry, her eyes narrowing briefly and her muscles tensing, mostly due to what she’d heard about the Carna. It wouldn’t come as a surprise if he got aggressive right then, when she’d let her guard down slightly. But he didn’t – instead, he somehow got a kick out of leaning in further and creating an awkward yet lustful situation, only to rip away from the encounter and return back to normal.
She almost wanted to throw him off the docks at that moment in time – and yet, at the same time, a short wave of relief brushed through her body, cooling it back down and slowing her heart, an imaginary ‘false alarm’ sign flashing in her mind. The combination was a weird one, and her reaction seemed to be delayed for a few seconds as she tried to make heads or tails of the stranger next to her. He liked messing with people’s minds, apparently, just as she did.
Once the initial shock wore off, she glanced at him as he leaned on the railing. She arched an eyebrow briefly, a puzzled expression in her eyes before she turned around, resting her forearms on the metal structure. The salty air of the sea was a nice change from the rest of the dome city – she wasn’t even sure how the Keepers had managed to get it just right, but it felt.. real, even if the rest of the exhibit still seemed strange and like some sort of twisted dream.
“Not yet,” she whispered, watching the waves brush up against the shore and some of the rockier cliffs in the distance, “he can go lolo all he wants, he won’t catch me.” Her voice was quiet, but brimming with confidence – she had not a doubt in her words at that moment, as if it was a theory backed by hard evidence.
She shifted her gaze away from the sea at that moment, letting it fall back on the man next to her – someone she still knew nothing about, other than him being Hawaiian.
“So what’s your name, tease? she asked, a smirk capturing her expressions once more.

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[atrb=background,http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/sketchedesigns/eohbg.png] She was an interesting one, to be sure. He was becoming more and more at ease with her, which for him was actually rather odd. Though he considered himself of the friendly sort, it wasn’t as if he walked around trusting everyone he met. Especially women. Coming into The Menagerie had changed his views on women considerably. He’d always respected them highly, of course, but never had he thought them capable of being so dangerous. The Carna women were especially fierce and seemed to be as deft at sticking a knife in someone’s gut as they were doing their nails. It was an interesting thing what The Menagerie did to people. Which brought him back to Miss Vanessa. She was interesting, and from what he’d seen of her she’d fit right in at the Carna. Feisty, pretty. The Carna could always use more girls like her, right? And it would only serve Eoh well if she turned out to be beneficial. Hm. He’d keep it in mind if he couldn’t get her to leave. “Tch. I thought you were totally diggin’ this “Man of Mystery” vibe I got goin’ on,” he chimed with a tomcat smile, letting out a soft laugh. The uneasy feeling about her was still there, but he figured she deserved something. She was a pretty little thing, and he didn’t want her forgetting him anytime soon. Still, he couldn’t seem himself entrusting her with his full identity. It was a weird thing for most people, but to him his real name was a sacred thing for only the most trusted of friends. “Eoh. Friends call me Eoh.” He followed her eyes as she stared out on the ocean, his thoughts parallel to hers. He admired the fragile beauty this place seemed to have, and wondered if the ocean was truly alive. His dark eyes looked out onto the dark waters of the bay, he too resting his arms on the railing as he contemplated the depths. “It’s beautiful, yeah? It’s why I joined the Carna.” He took in a deep breath of air, spreading his arms and closing his eyes as he drew in the damp sea air, a laugh of complete joy surging from his lungs. “Can’t stand to be on dry land for too long. Flying is as close as I get to sailing these days.” He nudged her shoulder and pointed to the beach not far off, where a stripped and sun-bleached boat lay. Well, more the skeleton of a boat than anything. “See that beauty? I’m rebuilding her so I can hit the waves. Maybe I'll sail to the end of the dome, see if it's really there.” He realized a bit too late that in pointing, he’d leaned across her and into her personal space again. Eoh wasn’t one to really kiss and run, but god-damn she was pretty. Eoh’s chest tightened for a brief moment and his pulse seemed to jump a bit. But he just smiled down at her and pulled back, but only slightly. He was resting his forearm on the railing, his other arm brushing hers. “So if you won’t be leaving,” He quirked a brow, that ever present grin back again. “Might be you wanna be staying, wahine. Safety in numbers, you know.” ooc; bibbity boppoty boop!

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[atrb=background,http://i615.photobucket.com/albums/tt231/BabyBlueKillah/9735e69a.png] “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Eoh,” she commented, letting a toothy grin flash for a split second, “or should I say man of mystery?” He’d been conservative to hold his name until asked – she, on the other hand, had pretty much shared it the second he noticed she wasn’t just another bird. She didn’t really know why she always mentioned it – it was always either in the beginning or the end, like it’d have some sort of grand effect. That clearly wasn’t the case and she knew it, but one day, well.. she hoped she wouldn’t be forgotten. So many people – shifters – walked around, living their life day to day and fighting against each other. Some, when their time was done, faded into the background, while others remained, always present and always remembered. One day, one day, she hoped she’d be one of the latter. Her attention was snapped back into focus as he reached across her, signaling to a beach in the distance. Her eyes followed where he’d pointed, closing in on the sight of the boat skeleton. A smile washed over her face briefly as she thought of it – the end of the dome.. what if it wasn’t there, as he’d said? What if the keepers had thought that nobody would really take the risk to swim out that far.. Surely, maybe even under the water or earth, the glass wall must end.. She glanced back at him, catching a glimpse of his smile as he pulled away, soon asking if she’d be interested in saying. She grimaced slightly, turning her head to look back at the skyline of the city, though mostly focusing on the buildings that were nearby – buildings belonging to the Carna. “Maybe one day,” she answered, pulling her hair to the side in hopes that it’d stay in place, rather than floating around thanks to the oceanic breeze. “There might be safety, but there’s also restrictions, rules, regulations, respect..” she said, making a playfully overwhelmed expression before literally shaking it away. “Not the life for me, not right now,” she finished, shrugging before pulling her gaze away from the skyline and back on the sea. Despite the apparent, calm nature of the scout next to her, she couldn’t completely bring her guard down. The wind of the sea was calming, as was the constant harmony that came from its waves lashing against everything that stood in their way – but she, well, she was exactly where she stood in society – a rogue. She wasn’t born the solitary type, in fact, she used to be quite social. However, she was no stranger to betrayal, and over the course of a few months in the Menagerie, she’d learned it was safer to roam on your own. Running into Eoh had been accidental, though she’d expected running into someone, since she trespassed and all. The fact they both stayed there, however, was unplanned. Her instincts were confused beyond belief – her human side tempted her to stay, while the primal side sent subtle whispers to fly away, as she always did. Like a bird, she didn’t stay in one place very often, much less if there were others around her. “I might leave soon, would you like to pretend you’re chasing me off or something?” she asked, pushing away from the railing and backing away a few feet, in the direction of the beach. “It might help with your crazy boss guy.”

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[atrb=background,http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/sketchedesigns/eohbg.png] Craning his neck to look at the sun, he stretched out his arms and just soaked it in. Man, what he wouldn't give to be stretched out on the beach right now soaking up the rays instead of talking to a rogue. Well. He wouldn't really mind it if she was laying there next to him, working on her tan. Not that she really needed to, but still. It was a nice thought. Eoh grinned back at her, running a hand through his feathery black hair. So the mischievous tourist could smile, huh? He could see that his light spirit was getting to her somewhat, if only to let her guard down a bit. But it was the same for him. It was strange how quickly he'd gone from being completely guarded and hostile towards her to joking and playing around with her. He supposed it was because she herself wasn't much of a threat. He liked her, even though his suspicions were still there they had been quelled and considerably smothered. He was a bit disappointed that she'd turned down his offer, but not really surprised. Most rogues said no right off the bat. But maybe it would soak in and one day when she was in trouble she'd come find him. And then he'd have her! Not the most gentlemanly thing to do, give a person in need help only if they agreed to join the Ring but. It worked, and usually didn't take long for them to forget abou it. That was of course assuming that she would be in need of help. Eoh figured she would be, a troublemaker like she was. Not every rogue just trespassed into Carna territory just to take a look at the ocean. With a bird shift she coulda gone to the cliffs. He listened to what she said, nodding. "That's true 'nuff," She was right, sure. But it was the life for him. The Carna were a little bloody for his tastes, but when they weren't fighting off intruders and thieves the lot of the Carna were really just a bunch of puppy dogs. Well, his friends were anyway. "Rogues will be rogues, I guess. Keep us in mind if you need a place that's more permanent, yeah wahine?" "Wouldn't mind givin' you a chase, long as I get a prize if I catchya." He was all smiles at her, but that ended as a scent drifted towards him on the breeze. His pupils dilated and his muscles tensed, instantly on edge. There were two scents on the breeze, one of them was one that sent shivers down his spine. It was Manic and Crash, the Alpha and Beta. They were still a ways off, but the winds were on his side. He knew that Crash would've handled a Rogue being on the turf if Eoh said she wasn't a threat. They were brahs, after all, and Crash was a pretty cool guy. He took his Carna business serious like Eoh did but he was a bit nicer when it came to dealing with this type of situation. Eoh didn't know Manic well, but he knew from rumors that he was ruthless with trespassers. Eoh didn't exactly blame him - he'd heard the tales of the old days when Manic basically founded the Rings. How many times he'd been betrayed by friends, let alone strangers. Still. Vanessa wasn't deserving of the punishment Manic might reign down on her. Eoh turned to her, putting one hand on her shoulder and gripping it slightly. Not too tight, but tight enough to let her know she needed to listen. "You needa split, wahine. The two big kahunas are on their way here, and they don't take kindly to tourists who ain't staying, yeah?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the border, motioning. "Get outta here." ooc; poop!

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[Vanessa Ryder]

She grinned at his remarks, entertained by the strange, light-hearted way in which he spoke. Not a lot of people in the Menagerie still had some sort of humanity left in them, not like that – they could walk like humans and talk like them, but most of their spirits had stopped being sociable, at least to outsiders. They were more like wolf packs now than humans, really.. but she didn’t really care what they did.

“I’ll keep it in mind,” she answered, sweeping some of her bangs out of her face before glancing back at the farther side of the docks. A few figures seemed to stir in the distance, but she didn’t give them the time of day, practically looking them over and focusing on the beach again.
“Well, depends on what you want for the prize – a cracker or something?” she chimed, smirking a bit before turning around, leaning her back against the metal railing and looking the other way. Slowly but surely a strange feeling seemed to rise, settling in her stomach and making her eyes more attentive to the beach. She didn’t know what it was, but it couldn’t hurt her to keep her eyes peeled. More often than not, those random, edgy feelings came trickling through from her bird shift, who seemed to get uneasy whenever doom was just starting to peek over the horizon.

Sooner than expected, he placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her attention to get ripped away from the beach and to his words. The strange uneasiness seemed to make sense all of a sudden – the two boss guys. She’d never seem them before, but the scent of Carna seemed to flow from every pore in their body.

“Alright.”

She pulled away from the railing, heading off a few feet before glancing over her shoulder. Maybe she would come back to the docks one day – permanently. For now, all she really cared about was flying off, and getting a glance at the two ‘big kahunas’, as he called them.

“See you around, Eoh.”

She shifted right as she turned to face the beach again, the colors on her feathers flashing as she quickly gained altitude, hoping to rise enough to be out of the line of scent – and sight – of the bosses. Still, her curiosity plagued her, so she didn’t go too high – she wasn’t a dot against the sky or anything, just a small flash of color quickly making its way towards the borders.


* / le’end of ze thread?