The Swallows Nest (wolf romance RP, literate, accepting)

[Love Soulless]

((Well there's not exactly too much she could do during the auctions, but I'll just have her come back!))

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Akaila turned her head slightly to glance at him, a small smirk playing across her features. Without a word she stepped onto the boat, taking a moment to adjust her paws steps to the slight sway of the boat as it bobbed above the waves. She almost immediately spotted the sail bag in the cockpit, by the neat handwriting (paw-writing?) she could tell that it held the jib (the smaller sail). She grasped the sail bag and dragged it back onto the bow, she nosed through the opening and grabbed the rolled up sail delicately in her teeth, pulling it out. She unrolled it, careful not to let it fall in the water, and began attaching it to the front stay with the bronze-colored clips. (The stay is the metal wire coming from the mast down to the tip of the bow.) She turned to the mast where the halyards (the ropes that are clipped to the tops of the sails) were and detached it from the metal ring where it was clipped. She re-attached it to the top of the sail and bounded over to where the ends of the halyards were. She held the jib halyard in her jaws and began pulling the sail up, her ears flicked at the satisfying sound of the sail unfurling. Leaping from the bow, she landed on the dock again and checked where the wind was coming from. Her fathers instructions replayed in her mind always put the boat bow-to-wind before raising the main sail. Akaila undid the stern line and watched as the boat automatically began turning towards the wind. She checked that the bow line was secured tightly to the dock before leaping onto the boat again. She slipped the cover off the rolled up main sail and untied the ropes that secured it to the boom. She clipped the main halyard to the top of the main sail and pulled it up. She turned to look at Mason, a satisfied smile on her face, "Should you skipper? or should I?"

Seth finished the song, letting that last notes linger in the air. The small crowd that had gathered let out a few murmurs of approval and tossed him a couple of coins. Seth scooped them up and slipped them into his sooty gray cloak. Stormy gray and blue eyes flicked around the market place before he lifted the pan flute to his lips again, playing another tune, soft and gentle notes drifting out into the market place. Seth enjoyed making music, it calmed him, took his mind of his worries.

Portia walked among the wolves in the market place, flicking her ear at gypsy music drifting on the breeze. She paused to listen, it was different from the music that she had at home. It swelled and flowed with a rhythm unlike she had ever heard before. It made her paws tingle, she felt drawn to this new kind of music, It was filled with life... Portia walked over to where the music was coming from, weaving through the crowd. She could see gypsies up ahead, dancing and moving their hips. Portia stopped, watching silently from the shadows, staring unblinkingly at their unique dancing moves, their colorful ribbons flashing in the sunlight.

[-goldleaf-]

((hi guys, sorry for being MIA, my boyfriend asked me to this thing and i was really busy with getting ready and with my school stuff. On the bright side there's only like fourteen days of school left for me, and 19 days till my birthday. Could i get a recap perhaps?))

[Nellas]

((Sorry Goldie I’m probably not the best one to give it to you; I’ve no idea what’s going on XD All’s I know of are my characters- Mason and Akaila are out sailing, Dorian snuck in and is talking to Jolene in her room, Merry’s out on the streets wandering around and Fin is waiting out the auctions with Katina somewhere nearby.))

Dorian
Dorian frowned slightly, though it didn’t last long- how could he frown with Jolene by his side? He gazed at her fondly. “Jolene, I don’t expect you to keep your own coin,” he said softly, a bit ashamed she should think so. “I will provide for you whatever you need. As long as you can handle my sister,” he said, a touch of amusement lightening his voice as he thought of Merry, “she comes and goes, but usually gives me my own space.” He’d have to introduce the two doves sometime. Merry would just think him amusing, and though she’d joke around she would know what Jolene meant to him. He didn’t know what Jolene would think of Merry though- if they didn’t get along, there could be problems. He shrugged the thought off- they would deal with whatever they had to when the time came.
He met Jolene’s emerald gaze quietly, trying to reassure her. “For now I must go,” he said softly. “But I’ll return,” Dorian promised solemnly. He’d have to leave to get something to eat, but he’d be able to return to the garden soon enough.

Mason
Mason smiled slightly, feeling himself warm to this midnight dove with her strange markings and starlit eyes. He watched appreciatively as she hopped around the deck, a year of not being able to sail obviously no hindrance to her. Don’t get too attached, he warned himself, something he’d never had cause to do before. She’ll betray you eventually. Everyone always does. He glanced up once more, feeling stares burn into the back of his neck, and smiled at Akaila, not letting her see his doubtful, knowing thoughts. “I think I can handle it,” he said lightly, grabbing the stay to swing himself up as opposed to stepping over the tiny stretch of water to board from the side. “Or do you doubt my skill?” he asked her, a hint of the same challenge in his voice he had before, but with the same friendliness. It felt... odd, to be gently teasing this dove, where before if his voice had carried a challenge it meant blows were about to be exchanged. It was strange indeed, but not unpleasant. Mason shrugged to himself and shook those thoughts away.

[The Royal Mirage]

Jolene nodded gently, planning to keep some coin on her anyways. She wouldn't let Dorian use his own money on her, it would just feel wrong to her. She leaned forward, touching her nose to his in an affectionate farewell (lol, almost typed 'fartwell' XD). "I'll meet you there at the sixth toll of the clock tower," she smiled, a sweet blush coating her creamy cheeks. This was going to work, she could feel it deep inside her.

[Nellas]

Dorian
With a soft smile usually uncharacteristic for Dorian, he gently touched his nose to her in return, bowing gallantly with an elegant flair of the silken black cloak. Jolene brought out sides to him he'd never known. Being around her made him a better wolf. “Until then,” he said, meeting her gaze earnestly. Then he turned and stepped back into the closet, closing the wooden door behind him as quietly as possible (Where’s Narnia? XD).

The darkness enclosed around him as the light shut out, and in the stillness his heartbeat was loud in his throat. He felt around quietly for the latch, and once he’d found it he slid into the dimly lit tunnel, careful not to let the black cloak catch as it fell around him. Letting the trapdoor down once more, Dorian proceeded to slink down the sloping tunnel, feeling the occasional cobweb catch at his fur. His paws moved ahead of him, carefully in the darkness lest he trip or stumble and make noise, giving the tunnel’s location away. It was disconcerting to hardly be able to see, dim as the light was everything appeared as gray shadows to him. Soon a faint rim of light shone in a rectangle shape ahead and slightly to the right; Dorian used that as his beacon as he crept onwards. The painting was large; certainly large enough for two wolves to fit in at once. Perhaps it was once used as an escape route, or a way for soldiers to carry out a surprise attack. Dorian wouldn’t know. Once he’d checked that there were no voices or paw steps to be heard, he risked cracking the painting door open to peer out into the smooth, well lit hallway; the coast was clear. Like the street rat he was, Dorian hopped out of the secret tunnel and slipped down the hallway quickly, not letting the smooth, polished floors click under his claws. Breathing a sigh of relieved tension as he darted from the noble’s house and into the safety of the gardens, Dorian allowed himself hope.
This might just work out.

[The Royal Mirage]

Jolene watched him go, nose tingling sweetly from the touch. She looked around her room, wondering if she would need a cape like Dorian's. The idea made her giggle softly, wondering how the pair would look side by side in black cloaks. Then again, she preferred red over black (though the longer she knew Dorian, the more she was favoring the latter). She went to a small, ornately decorated brass box. Within was piles of coin, mostly gold and silver. She slipped every tiny trinket into a red silk pouch, pulling it taught with a jade bead. and attaching the sack snugly to her wrist. She then donned a scarlet cloak, one she would usually wear when out to market. The fabric fell over her auburn fur like a waterfall, and she smiled to herself in the mirror briefly. she quickly put the items away, heading out towards her grandfather's room...

[Nellas]

Dorian
He spent a while resting in the bushes, the sweet fragrance of magnolia and hydrangea masking his scent. How Merry would laugh, when her brother appeared smelling like a rose garden. His ear tips reddened at the very thought. It was late afternoon at the moment, no different really than early evening, and he knew he’d probably get something to eat before it was time to meet with Jolene again. His stomach twisted at the thought of growing farther away from her, but he had to eat, and, more importantly, get in touch with his sister. But where to find her? Dorian growled under his breath, watching a pair of thrushes peck as snails along the garden wall. He’d start at the marketplace and continue onwards. As he rose from his hiding place and slipped out of the garden, idly he wondered what she’d think when he told her he was bringing his noble sweetheart to live with them. Dorian couldn’t help but grinning at the thought.

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[The Royal Mirage]

Jolene padded down the halls, doing her best to look downtrodden so as not to alert anyone to her's and Dorian's plan. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling as she neared Cho's door. The ornate passage was rather simple compared to most noble rooms, being made of a sweet limestone that was inlaid with a ruby for each handle. She gently knocked on the door, receiving a gruff 'come in' that could have only come from the one kind figure she'd known growing up here. She went inside, explaining everything to her beloved grandfather.

[Nellas]

Merry
Merry lounged idly in the branches of a courtyard square tree, dabbling one dainty auburn paw in a pool of water caught in a dip in the bark as she watched the going-ons below. Around her, young apples hung, swaying in the breeze, and the fiery dove lifted her nose delicate to enjoy their scent. Across the street, she could see the noble’s home that Dorian had disappeared into, and she glanced towards it again with sharp eyes, watching for her silly brother to come back out. What was taking him so long? Worry flared in her chest, speeding her heartbeat. Had they caught him?

Dorian
Dorian stepped out into the crowded street, welcoming the warm feel of the paved cobblestones under his paws once more, worn smooth by so many comings and goings over the years. He saw a couple wolves flashing glances at him in their passing, assuming he was an unfamiliar noble with the elegant black cloak and rich auburn fur. Dorian cocked his head at the thought, a grin quirking the corners of his mouth into a smile at the irony. If only they knew.

Merry
Merry’s bored gaze sharpened as she saw her brother emerge from She leapt from the tree with practiced ease, startling several wolves under it that hadn’t known she had been sheltered in the branches of the apple. “Dorian,” she called out to get his attention, dodging a couple of carts and stray chickens as she crossed the street to him. Wherever did he get that black cloak? She rolled her eyes, making sure he saw the gesture as she reached him.

((We're going to skip 'til after dinner now.))