[endless shelter;;]

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[Grian]

dropping out~~

[jianwai]

username: edelvermell
name: Joshamee
gender: male
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(1k/1k)

Joshamee was not the farther thing from a skilled boater, he was not terrible, but he would never consider himself good at it. His skills had not branched to sailing; his hands always became clammy when he held onto ropes, knuckles turned white as his grip tightened in order to combat the moister of his palms. Sailing brought back the memory of when he had once fallen off the side. Apparently he had lost his footing, the ropes had not been properly secured, and Joshamee did not know if the mistake had been on him or if he had become a victim to a cruel, dangerous joke. The incident had been terrifying, the crashing of the waves against the boats side had blocked out any other sounds; he could not heart his heart beating wildly in his chest, or even hear his own screaming for anyone to help as he slipped closer and closer to the waters.

If that strange man had not pushed him back to his ship ... Joshamee did not want to focus on what could have happened if he had not responded to his desperate pleas for help.

Though the day had been long, long ago it had been left to fester in the farthest corner of his mind. The arbitrary fear of sailing had created a long period of absence from the waters glade. How long had it been? If he was correct, and he had watched the night sky long enough not to doubt his answer, it had been two years. He had watched the skies with hope that if would be the same as before, that the feeling of emptiness would not settle into his heart; each time it settled, and yet Joshamee returned to the place he had once enjoyed, just as he continued to willingly walk to the waters edge, to let himself be the subject of torment.

He found little joy in things. There was a little joy in star gazing, or the midnight picnics taken alone on the upper deck, a habit that he could not seem to shake. There had once been the thought to invite friends, but he continued to go alone.

The journey to the water glade, an open space of water-front where below the land dipped drastically into nothingness, was not as long of a sail as he could have taken. Wind whipped against his face, he leaned forward against the wheel in an attempt to shield himself from the wind. Squinting in the darkness, the light of the stars and lamp-light provided only so much help; sailing t'was not the safest activity that Joshamee could be doing in the dead of night. Though, Joshamee would admit to having known the route to the water glade, a charming nickname by his family for the trench, by heart.

Taking a breath, the cold air stung at his throat, the smell of salt overwhelming his nostrils. That would force Joshamee to focus, the scent of the sea beneath him, the movement of his body and the boat as he was careful to navigate wild currents. Knuckles turned white as he clenched the wheel, the grip of a dead man in rigor mortis.

Straightening himself, realization dawned on him like a rock to the head, quickly checking to make sure that his satchel had stayed on his hip. Panic gripped his chest, finding himself unable to breath; the world became a dizzied mess of a void, the fear subsided after a moments touch to the uneven, somewhat irregular yet pleasantly warm to the touch satchel at his side. It was lumpy from the items that he had carefully packed away, assuring himself that both the satchel and items were safe.

Though he could not exactly see, he knew he was just above the glade. It would have been better to leave only a few hours before dawn rather than the deadest part of the night, but there had been an aching fear that someone would have noticed his absence and questioned it. It would not be the first time Joshamee had ran off in the later hours, finding himself then sleeping later into the day; rumors spread that he was out with pirates, but the trip was different than rumors.

With a shaky breath he walked slowly to the side of the ship, letting his hand brush against the railing as he walked along. He almost laughed at the barrenness of the ocean's surface compared to his home, a home littered with trees and houses. Instead of a chuckle, a tight frown formed along his lips, hands back to his body. A body that was too skinny, when the skin was pinched there seemed to hardly be a lick of fat. There had been a few times he had retreated to his quarters from dinner, promptly vomiting by an unwanted impulse. Eyes fluttered closed, it made no difference in the darkness, and he continued to follow along the path.

Joshamee loved the feeling of openness. Stars, the curve of the sea, the darkness beneath were all sights that he adored. They brought a sense of boyish giddiness in his veins, and down below in the darkness of the water he could see the drop off of the glade.

“Mother.” It had been too long since he uttered the word, a whine at the back of his throat, yearning for a response, to hear his name fall from her tongue in that calming voice. The trench was not his mother, but she had loved it, and it remained a few pieces of her. This piece often enjoyed silence.

Fingers worked quickly to open the satchel, removing a tallow candle. It took less than a moment to find a good position for the candles to sit. Squinting in the darkness, a breath of relief when fingers curled around the starter, lighting the candle quickly. The candle illuminated a small area, but it was enough.

It would be enough for Joshamee.

[solasta]

dropping out

[FNAF]

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res

[nyabeille]

username: nadenade
name: hanamaru
gender: female ♀
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wip !

[armads]

merk

[Motivational Lizard]

username: Jolteon,

name: Ann

gender: ♀

story: Res!

[Novaes]

Username: Megaabsol5
Name: Tallahessa (Tally for short)
Gender: Female
Story: It was so rare for Tally to lose something that such an occurrence only happened once. When she was born, she was given an anchor amulet, to show her life at sea. She kept this amulet all her life, branding her a true sailor, which she was most exceptionally proud of. When her parents passed away she treasured this amulet more than ever, it being the very first thing she had been given by her parents, and their ship, The S.S. Tally, which they named her after, being the last. With that she sailed across the sea, getting away from the sadness of her parents' deaths and old friends. During this journey, her schedule was quite odd, and often changed, so sometimes she forgot to put on her amulet at all, as she took it off to sleep at night. One morning, she awoke to find the amulet gone from it's usual spot upon a barrel positioned next to her bed! She searched and searched for the amulet, but the also had to steer the ship. She went back to sailing and eventually landed at a small island, pushing her ship into the sand enough for it to stay still. With this, she unloaded everything from The S.S. Tally, onto the island. The last room she unloaded everything from was hers. Tally had figured that would be the easiest way, move everything out of her room and onto the open deck of the ship, then practically dump everything out of the barrels and crates found in her room until she found the amulet. This actually took quite a while, as the crates and barrels kept in her room all contained things made up of precious metals, and her amulet was made out of pure silver. she separated everything into the things they were made of. Then, anything that was not silver went in a crate or barrel depending on how many items there were made up of that material. Then only the pile of silver was left. She took necklaces, bracelets, rings, and earrings alike out of that pile, one by one, until just one thing was left. It was her amulet, returned to her at last! She fastened it upon her neck and promised herself to never do such a silly thing such as that again. What she figured must have happened was that her bedside-barrel had it's top slightly open when she had put the necklace onto it, and the swaying of the boat had moved the amulet into it and moved the top of the barrel over the opening, making it look like the amulet had disappeared. After finding her amulet, she set up a home on the island, using wood from the barrels and crates to build a house among the many trees adorning the island, which she soon came to call home.

*DONE!*

[Rinsea]

username: SilverIcycat
name: Althea
gender: Female
story: wip :V