Post by Steele on May 8, 2008 16:47:02 GMT -6
This is kind of the Beginning before the beginning of the story...if that makes sense. I have about one and a half chapters done but wont bore you folks with it or fill up this post as it is quite long. If you happen to have a Livejournal let me know and I can add you as the rest is friends only in my journal....mostly just to semi copyright it.
But be warned ... if you do friend my I have some "Adult" stories there too but they are labeled as such and put behind a tag so you dont have to see them if you dont want (or arent old enough to by local laws...again just another way to cover my hindquarters)
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There isnt much to do at this time of night. Over head I can hera the distant flapping of the birds of night as they soar in search of prey. Below deck the drunken seamen's snores reverberate through the wooden ship. A few mean are still awake and scuffling along the top deck. Their heads hand low as they work, going through the motions of their duties. Yet the really manage to be doing nothing. That leaves me at my usual nightly post, standing at the help to keep our ship on course.
During theses quiet times I just stare at the sails and black flags flapping in the breeze. My mind wanders a bit as I fight off sleep as it threatens to overcome my sense. My dual colored reptilian like eyes scan the skies before watching the men on deck. In the dark our differences dont seem do noticeable. Our ranks dont seem to matter though if I were to bark an order the scurvy dogs would be sure to follow their first mate's command. In the land of night all anyone would see on deck is a dozen or so humanoind figures. Yet under the blazing sun's rays my unique qualities are more apparent.
I am, as far as I know, the only one of my kind. A mix between wolf and dragon that walks and acts like a man, thats me. When not in my usual pirate attire my grey fur is visible. Though I cover my horns with my officer's had the tips can still be seen as they peak out of the weather beaten fabric. Wings, like a bat's, are hidden beneath a long black watchcoat. A serpentine tail can also be seen just sticking out at the bottom. Aye, one of a kind lost in a man's world. Hell, even my smile is different. Instead of dull teeth meant to grind good I possess sharp tearing teeth and a forked tongue. I suppose these comparisons use to bother me but after being here for my entire life Ive gotten over these feelings.
The bell tolls the hour and I stretch a bit to wake myself some more. I still have a few hours before I face the Captain to wake him. Thats one of my chores I cant stand. Cap'n Torture has earned his name for I have scars and former broken bones to prove that. Yet as abusive as the ol' dog has been I have only the highest respect for him. He has been father, friend, and teacher to me. The first face I saw when I hatched out of the egg was his. I have no clue who or what actually gave "birth" to me and have no desire to know them. They evidently arent even trying to find me so why should I care about them? The Captain is my father and the nameless crew is my family.
A shiver runs through my back as I reflect on this. Perhaps if I had lived the life of a landlubber I would feel some degree of sorrow but living as a pirate has caused me to lock such silly things away. When I was younger there were times I would lie awake and cry in my bunk. That is until the Captain came in and beat me within an inch of my life. "Emotions only lead to trouble" he would tell me as I lay there bleeding. Over time and many beatings I have learned that what he said was true. Its heard to think of the creatures I was back then, a sniffling beast that endured long nights of no sleep due to haunted dreams. Now I stand as second in command on board one of the most feared ships on these seas.
"Trim those sails mates and do it sharply or ye will feel the sting of me wrath!" One of the crew members had fallen sleep and I wasnt about to deal with any slackers. The guilty lazy scallywag jumped to work quickly and the other no good bilge rats picked up the pace. With a satisfied grin I check our course and go back to my thoughts.
But be warned ... if you do friend my I have some "Adult" stories there too but they are labeled as such and put behind a tag so you dont have to see them if you dont want (or arent old enough to by local laws...again just another way to cover my hindquarters)
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There isnt much to do at this time of night. Over head I can hera the distant flapping of the birds of night as they soar in search of prey. Below deck the drunken seamen's snores reverberate through the wooden ship. A few mean are still awake and scuffling along the top deck. Their heads hand low as they work, going through the motions of their duties. Yet the really manage to be doing nothing. That leaves me at my usual nightly post, standing at the help to keep our ship on course.
During theses quiet times I just stare at the sails and black flags flapping in the breeze. My mind wanders a bit as I fight off sleep as it threatens to overcome my sense. My dual colored reptilian like eyes scan the skies before watching the men on deck. In the dark our differences dont seem do noticeable. Our ranks dont seem to matter though if I were to bark an order the scurvy dogs would be sure to follow their first mate's command. In the land of night all anyone would see on deck is a dozen or so humanoind figures. Yet under the blazing sun's rays my unique qualities are more apparent.
I am, as far as I know, the only one of my kind. A mix between wolf and dragon that walks and acts like a man, thats me. When not in my usual pirate attire my grey fur is visible. Though I cover my horns with my officer's had the tips can still be seen as they peak out of the weather beaten fabric. Wings, like a bat's, are hidden beneath a long black watchcoat. A serpentine tail can also be seen just sticking out at the bottom. Aye, one of a kind lost in a man's world. Hell, even my smile is different. Instead of dull teeth meant to grind good I possess sharp tearing teeth and a forked tongue. I suppose these comparisons use to bother me but after being here for my entire life Ive gotten over these feelings.
The bell tolls the hour and I stretch a bit to wake myself some more. I still have a few hours before I face the Captain to wake him. Thats one of my chores I cant stand. Cap'n Torture has earned his name for I have scars and former broken bones to prove that. Yet as abusive as the ol' dog has been I have only the highest respect for him. He has been father, friend, and teacher to me. The first face I saw when I hatched out of the egg was his. I have no clue who or what actually gave "birth" to me and have no desire to know them. They evidently arent even trying to find me so why should I care about them? The Captain is my father and the nameless crew is my family.
A shiver runs through my back as I reflect on this. Perhaps if I had lived the life of a landlubber I would feel some degree of sorrow but living as a pirate has caused me to lock such silly things away. When I was younger there were times I would lie awake and cry in my bunk. That is until the Captain came in and beat me within an inch of my life. "Emotions only lead to trouble" he would tell me as I lay there bleeding. Over time and many beatings I have learned that what he said was true. Its heard to think of the creatures I was back then, a sniffling beast that endured long nights of no sleep due to haunted dreams. Now I stand as second in command on board one of the most feared ships on these seas.
"Trim those sails mates and do it sharply or ye will feel the sting of me wrath!" One of the crew members had fallen sleep and I wasnt about to deal with any slackers. The guilty lazy scallywag jumped to work quickly and the other no good bilge rats picked up the pace. With a satisfied grin I check our course and go back to my thoughts.
