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Post by Jahangir Kieffer III on Dec 29, 2015 2:32:58 GMT 2
the sea is calling me
“my will to live is stronger than
these tides could ever be;
the sea is calling me.
why won't I let these waters
claim me victory?”
these tides could ever be;
the sea is calling me.
why won't I let these waters
claim me victory?”
A leather bound book. A quill tainted with a black liquid that stains itself upon a thin canvas made from tree.
The story of a man on a journey he could've taken the moment he donned robe and cap with tassel. The life of a sailor is one of timing and desire, not unlike that of a painter or writer. To be a pirate was to embrace the knowledge that man, woman and child would tell stories for hours into weeks, and maybe longer.
Jahangir smiled upon this trivial bit of self-information, as he left Hickory's ranch with a small penguin perched upon his left shoulder. Every now and then, he'd talk to him, calling him Roderic. At first, the little bird was reluctant.
In fact, he chose not to listen until Jay spoke of the ocean, and the want or need to look beneath the waves. The rest of the trip back to Ajuga was left in silence. Both pirate and penguin were busy immersing themselves in thoughts of the future; Jahangir wondering if his father was beyond the tree line or resting in a pub or inn, and Roderic contemplating how this relationship would go.
The little blue bird was never really one to back down from anything. Every so often, when free of his Pokeball for meals and playtime, he'd just get so into some things that all his thoughts were focused on that task and how to work it out. Even if around or causing trouble, he'd look to fix it. Scolding was taken with a more positive approach, and any time-outs in the spherical world of the Pokeball were accepted with dignity.
He never broke down. He never cried.
Then again, he wasn't even aware of such things; he is still a child by number. Even then, some children are naturals when in trouble or given a rough patch to walk across.
Jahangir was no different; except he did cry, and he did break down.
The harbor town was not quite what Jay was expecting when he first arrived and, even hours later, he still had no idea which direction to go. His right hand scratched at his head, his body turning in every cardinal direction.
Buildings of every possible shape were scattered about- he was lost at a fork in the road and without a compass to guide him back to the center of town. Roderic couldn't help either; he spent his life from birth at the Ranch and this was all new to him.
Both covered their eyes and looked skyward, spotting the sun behind a dark gray cloud. It was well past 12 PM, and the wind was beginning to grow cold. Winter was around the corner, but the rain would probably arrive first.
Following his gut and reaching over to scratch under Roderic's beak, Jay followed the path on his right, hoping someone with a map was nearby. If not, maybe they had a place to rest.
The story of a man on a journey he could've taken the moment he donned robe and cap with tassel. The life of a sailor is one of timing and desire, not unlike that of a painter or writer. To be a pirate was to embrace the knowledge that man, woman and child would tell stories for hours into weeks, and maybe longer.
Jahangir smiled upon this trivial bit of self-information, as he left Hickory's ranch with a small penguin perched upon his left shoulder. Every now and then, he'd talk to him, calling him Roderic. At first, the little bird was reluctant.
In fact, he chose not to listen until Jay spoke of the ocean, and the want or need to look beneath the waves. The rest of the trip back to Ajuga was left in silence. Both pirate and penguin were busy immersing themselves in thoughts of the future; Jahangir wondering if his father was beyond the tree line or resting in a pub or inn, and Roderic contemplating how this relationship would go.
The little blue bird was never really one to back down from anything. Every so often, when free of his Pokeball for meals and playtime, he'd just get so into some things that all his thoughts were focused on that task and how to work it out. Even if around or causing trouble, he'd look to fix it. Scolding was taken with a more positive approach, and any time-outs in the spherical world of the Pokeball were accepted with dignity.
He never broke down. He never cried.
Then again, he wasn't even aware of such things; he is still a child by number. Even then, some children are naturals when in trouble or given a rough patch to walk across.
Jahangir was no different; except he did cry, and he did break down.
The harbor town was not quite what Jay was expecting when he first arrived and, even hours later, he still had no idea which direction to go. His right hand scratched at his head, his body turning in every cardinal direction.
Buildings of every possible shape were scattered about- he was lost at a fork in the road and without a compass to guide him back to the center of town. Roderic couldn't help either; he spent his life from birth at the Ranch and this was all new to him.
Both covered their eyes and looked skyward, spotting the sun behind a dark gray cloud. It was well past 12 PM, and the wind was beginning to grow cold. Winter was around the corner, but the rain would probably arrive first.
Following his gut and reaching over to scratch under Roderic's beak, Jay followed the path on his right, hoping someone with a map was nearby. If not, maybe they had a place to rest.
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if i could influence the encounters, i'd ask for a bidoof
if not, hit me with some trainers I can control
if i could influence the encounters, i'd ask for a bidoof
if not, hit me with some trainers I can control
MADE BY ★MEULK
