05-30-2022, 07:08 PM
The journey to the Typhoon, he admitted, was far more pleasant than that of his experience in Tanglewood, perhaps because there was far less walking, and perhaps because the Typhoon's home island didn't smell like shit like Tanglewood's swamp did. Either way, he was able to quickly identify his preferences.
Maximilian had learned of this band of pirates and knew that there was no entrance more suiting than to arrive via boat at their docks, especially with how convenient it was. Some of the collection of tributary rivers that eventually flowed into the Enclave's lake were capable of reaching the waters that surrounded the Island, and therefore the Typhoon's island with that; as such, he gave his legs, weary from his ventures to Tanglewood, a well-deserved rest and opted to set sail on a small, red kayak loaned from the Enclave's Dock. He vastly preferred taking a water route than going through dry land anyway, so he took on the opportunity with an eagerness that was almost bizarre of him. Rarely was the Alpha considered an enthusiastic person, after all, especially by his clanmates.
Max redirected his boat towards the clan's docks at the sight of them, taking in his surroundings as he sailed onward. The volcanic island was a feast for his eyes, a sprawling land of lush vegetation, bright flowers, white sand, and turquoise waters. If the Typhoon had never existed, he surely would have not hesitated to take this land for himself and his Enclavians. Alas, these pirates have resided here for a long time, and he wasn't particularly upset with his own lakeside domain either.
Once he had arrived at the docks, he used sturdy rope to secure his trusty vessel, leaping out of the kayak with a covered gift basket in tow. The wolf stopped where the docks ended and the dry land began, careful not to stumble directly into their camp and respect their territorial boundaries. It was there that he stood waiting for someone to acknowledge him, setting his basket by his side and resting upon his haunches.
Maximilian had learned of this band of pirates and knew that there was no entrance more suiting than to arrive via boat at their docks, especially with how convenient it was. Some of the collection of tributary rivers that eventually flowed into the Enclave's lake were capable of reaching the waters that surrounded the Island, and therefore the Typhoon's island with that; as such, he gave his legs, weary from his ventures to Tanglewood, a well-deserved rest and opted to set sail on a small, red kayak loaned from the Enclave's Dock. He vastly preferred taking a water route than going through dry land anyway, so he took on the opportunity with an eagerness that was almost bizarre of him. Rarely was the Alpha considered an enthusiastic person, after all, especially by his clanmates.
Max redirected his boat towards the clan's docks at the sight of them, taking in his surroundings as he sailed onward. The volcanic island was a feast for his eyes, a sprawling land of lush vegetation, bright flowers, white sand, and turquoise waters. If the Typhoon had never existed, he surely would have not hesitated to take this land for himself and his Enclavians. Alas, these pirates have resided here for a long time, and he wasn't particularly upset with his own lakeside domain either.
Once he had arrived at the docks, he used sturdy rope to secure his trusty vessel, leaping out of the kayak with a covered gift basket in tow. The wolf stopped where the docks ended and the dry land began, careful not to stumble directly into their camp and respect their territorial boundaries. It was there that he stood waiting for someone to acknowledge him, setting his basket by his side and resting upon his haunches.
[glow=#008040,2,300]where is my mind?[/glow] — ☽
haha rip these goofs