On The Eastern Shore

Characters: Zekeal, Kara

Location: Eastern Shore

Eastern Shore

It's late afternoon, and the otter husband has left his wife at the tent, to go look for something to make for her. Aik told her to stay there, to catch up on some reading. Plus Aik doesn't want her walking around too much. Don't want to stress her too much, as she is with child. Course he never gave that reason. The otter looks for a rock or stone from the ocean. Needs to be smooth, for the object he is planning. He is in his full Zekeal disguise as he is in the open while he pads south along the sandy beach. His hood is down, revealing his black fur. He is not paying attention to much as he lets the wind flow through he headfur, and the waves lap his footpaws.

To the south of the otter, up against a rocky bit of coastline where the breeze isn't as stiff, a single beast is setting up camp. This beast is Kara. At the moment she's pitching a tent using long bits of driftwood and a grey piece of canvas material. She seems unaware of the steadily approaching otter, far too busy trying down the canvas.

Zekeal bends down and picks up a small brown rock, from the sandy waves. It's smooth. Just what he is looking for. He shrugs as he tucks the rock within his cloak. He continues down south until the speck of Kara's camp in the distance, makes him stop and tilt his head. He glances around, and shrugs, continuing on south. Doesn't look like much of a threat. Though it does seem like the otter is avoiding it at the moment.

Kara, after finishing the tent setup, steps back to admire her work for a moment, it isn't a bed and breakfast boutique, but a fresh coating of bee's wax will keep it from leaking. From the corner of her eye she spots the cloaked otter, most...unusual. Keeping a eye on the approaching beast she retreats to the entrance of the tent, pulling her bow and an arrow out as she does, just in case.

Zekeal has been keeping the tent and the ferret in the corner of his eye. Just trying not to bring attention to himself. OH TOO LATE! When she takes the bow out, the otter stops walking. He looks around himself, seeing if it was him or some other beast. All by himself ain't he! He takes a deep breath and thinks quickly. Well... He could always try to be nice. He waves his only paw, in the direction of the tent, "Hello the Tent!" but doesn't make any other motions of moving. That she can see.

Kara has taken a seat in the sand, the bow and arrow laid across her lap. "'Ello," she calls back, "why don' you come up here closer where I can see you properly, 'tis getting darker out and I can't see you clearly when you're all wrapped up in that cloak!"

Zekeal tilts his head and nods a little bit. Don't want to anger the bow beast more than he has too. He walks forward up to the camp, "Aye... Thank ye" he says in his roguish accent that he puts on. The ferret seems nice enough. As he gets nearer you can began to see more of the otters features. His eyes seem to pierce anything that he looks at, though his small smile contradicts it. His head fur is slicked and spiked backwards. All his fur that you can see, is an unnatural black color. The right paw is free moving, but the left paw is still missing. Nothing else can be seen. He smiles, "Hello... I'm Zekeal... But you can call me Zeke..." he grins.

Kara gives the otter a good long look over. "Zekeal, not a common name...I'm Kara," she's smiling pleasantly, the other just mentioning his name is enough to lower her guard. Getting up slowly she leaves the bow and arrow lying in the sand, and takes two measured steps out of the mouth of the tent and towards the otter. "Why, may I ask, would a beast wander out on the shore alone in a cloak like that?"

Zekeal smiles, "I'm not a common ottah... Pleasure to met yah... Kara..." he bows slightly, keeping his gaze on her. He nods a little bit and tucks his paw within his cloak, when she walks nearer "You may ask. And th' answer is... Simple..." he looks around then smiles back at her, "I was lookin' for somethin. And I found it. As for th' cloak..." he shrugs, "With it on... I'm neva alone..." mysterious much? He chuckles, "Probably wondering why I'm wearing such an outfit..." he frowns and doesn't answer.

Kara tilts her head to the side slightly, "I am curious, but not so much as to why you're wearing it as to what is under it." She eyes his paws as they disappear into its folds, "Please, remove your paws from wherever you put them, frankly...you're making me nervous."

Zekeal eyes the ferret for a minute and then chuckles, "Whats under it... is for me...only" he does untuck his right paw though, "Though I do not wish to make you nervous... And I would show you my left paw... if I had one..." he shrugs and sits down, "Mind if I sit down..." too late.

"Sit where you like, there's a whole beach front worth of seats." Kara gives a low chuckle at this last statement, plopping herself down on outside the tent entrance.

Zekeal nods, "Thanks..." he eyes her for a moment and then looks around, "So what is a beast like you doing at th' beach... All alone... and such..." he blinks, "No fire I see... Ranger?" he seems surprised.

Kara gives the otter a look that just screams incredulity, "Fire? On an open beach? Only if you want to be picked up by pirates and their ilk," she shakes her head slowly, still giving him that look. After a moment her face returns to normal, and she answers his first question. "I've been on my own in the wild for near four and a half seasons, I ain't worried about being alone on a beach."

Zekeal smiles warmly back at her, seeming to relax a bit, "Very good. Just checking to see what kinda beast I'm up against... And wit a numba like that..." he nods at the time she gave, "I can believe it..." he digs into his cloak and pulls out what looks like a biscuit and starts to nibble on it. The biscuit looks old and dry, but tasty all the same. When he digs for the biscuit, you here the distinct clink of a blade hitting a wooden sheath from inside his cloak. Though the otter didn't seem to catch it...

Kara registers the clinking, but shows no sign of hearing it. She eyes the biscuit, "Is that even edible? It looks at least a few months old to me...all the same, that reminds me that I'm hungry." Standing she pauses to brush the sand from her leather skirt and disappears into the tent, reemerging with her bag in tow. Sitting back down she whips a flask and hunk of dried meat from within its depths. "I would offer you some," she says, nodding to the dried meat, "but your kind doesn't usually partake."

Zekeal looks at his biscuit, "Is only a few days old..." he shrugs and starts to eat on it again. He nods as she disappears, and then blinks at the meat. The otter seems off put and puts away his biscuit, "You eat beasts eh..." seem to lost his appetite. It doesn't disgust him... just... not something he likes seeing. He asks, "Are you... a... cannibal?" his head goes back slightly. Maybe ready to run.

Kara expression becomes...very stony, "I've been in the clutches of cannibals before, only reason I'm alive is because they killed each other trying to decide who ate what, eating birds is a common, and isn't all that different than eating fish, only the fish can't squawk."

Zekeal sighs, and relaxes, "Oh good... I thought you were eating dried... Otter. Or something like that. Birds... " he hmms a bit, "Eating them don't bother me much... as long as the bird was brainless..." Dern swans, "Mainly if they talk..." he shrugs, "Can't complain since I do eat th' fish... but I may think that's different... Woodlanders opinion..." he pulls out another biscuit from his cloak, "Want one...Ii got a few let..." he holds it out to her.

Kara relaxes, "And here I was worried you were one of those...types that considers the eating of any beast, talking or not, to be a crime against nature." She clamps her jaws down on the meat and tears off a hunk, chewing slowly. She holds up a paw to refuse the biscuit, she can't exactly talk while chewing after all.

Zekeal blinks a few times and looks away for a minute, "Just because I'm not saying it is. Doesn't mean it's... not wrong... It's a beast eat beast world... though some have us have evolved into thinking better... of our fellow beasts..." he holds back his gag reflex by nibbling on the biscuit that she refused and thinking on other thoughts. He hmms, "Sorry." he says at the last minute.

"Well," Kara says after swallowing, "you can keep your 'evolved' way of thining, and I shall keep my dried dove,"

Zekeal nods, "Fair enough. You may keep your dove... I wont stop you... or try to change your ways. Not my style and it;s your life. Live how you fell like it..." he accent sorta goes away for a second, but he recovers "Anyway... Kara... Pretty name... Have you been around much? I mean... do you range the woods? or the beach?... or... go where your heart desires?" he hmms.

Kara shrugs, "Wherever the wind sees fit to steer me, I go, been down south, seen that Abbey a couple times from the outside, been up north, pretty cold up there. Then there's the west coasts, warm but not a place going for a stroll is advisable, and then here."

Zekeal nods slowly, "I see... Been pretty much... everywhere. As it seems. Must get around. Good." he hmms and polish off his biscuit, and wiping his paw on his cloak, "Been to the abbey meself. Not my style... too nice for me..." he stands up slowly, "Anyways, If you need supplies... go north there is a village there... Don't tell them Zeke sent you..." he laughs and bows, "It's been nice talking to you Kara. And I will leave before the brigands starts to come out... Good night... and good luck" and Zeke quickly jogs back to the sea... then swims, to hide his tracks, north to his tent and his love.