Equatorial: A beginners Island rp

[Skoria]

It has been years since my last roll play of any kind, so be patient with me. I recently found this website, and was delighted to find a rp section. However, I couldn't find any threads where the topic wasn't years old, or had too many posts for anyone new to start . So, here is my fist contribution to Furryforums

     The basic idea for this RP, is that somehow, you find yourself on a mysterious tropical island. How you got here, and how long ago is up to you.
This island is fairly large. 45 square miles of dense jungle, with a small, strange clearing in the center.
The beaches surrounding the island vary from coast to coast, from rocky steep cliffs- to soft sandy shores.
The flora that grows here also vary greatly. The coast is lined with palm trees and stiff water reeds. Further inland, species of hard wood trees with densely spiked trunks and thick vines make travel difficult, but not impossible
 
The fauna is mostly friendly. Tropical birds, tree rats, and wild boar make up most of the species found on the island. However, there are animals of a more sinister nature the deeper in the jungle you go. Large stinging insects (black flies, scorpions, spiders etc) can make sleeping without cover uncomfortable, if not dangerous. 
One species of extremely venomous snake also makes it's home here. The cure is, for now, unknown.

It is rumored that a large tribe of feral dogs live somewhere on the island




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[Skoria]

Silas bobbed gently on a shard of what was his life raft. The storm that had taken his whaling ship, the Belvedere had finally released its hold on the water. For which, he was grateful, the waves were making him seasick. Silas rubbed the salt out of his eyes with one claw, daring not release a hold on his plank with the other. In true sailor fashion, he never learned how to swim. When he reopened them, he found he was staring at a mountain of green. With renewed fervor, he began slowly moving towards the shore.

What seemed like hours later, Silas crawled slowly over the muscle coated rocks lining the coast of the beach. His legs refused to work for him, seemingly in protest after being submerged for forty eight hours. He thanked the sea gods they had led him to dry land so quickly. He had heard stories of poor folks that spent months at sea before being rescued.
  After finding his land legs, he made sure the cold of the sea had not prevented him from noticing any injuries. Other than small cuts on his undersides from the muscles, he seemed to be in good health, albeit dehydrated.
  "Where is it!" He cried suddenly noting that a families weight had vanished from his neck. A few panicked minutes later, revealed the item safely in his pocket. Silas reached in and withdrew a small ivory albatross pendant. Good, it was still here.


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[HyenaKing]

Vulpy Sits trapped in the sand, only with his head poking out, and sees a figure in the distance."Help! I'm Stuck In the Sand!"He repeats crying for help, and it appears he is attracting the figure.

[Skoria]

Silas wrapped the necklace twice around his neck, just to be safe. Couldn't have another scare like that. In the distance, just beyond the rocks where he crawled out of the water, he could see something protruding out of the sand. "Perhaps another piece of my ship" he though. picking up his raft shard he ventured over to investigate.

 As he neared, he saw it was not a ship part, but a fox! Quickening his pace he approached sensing no danger from the buried vulpine,

"Ahoy there friend, are you be in need of a hand?"


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[HyenaKing]

"Yes, kinda in a bit of a situation Here."
He Explained,
"I Dont know how i got here, the last thing i remember is being by a ship dock and having a drink with some friends. Must have done some mighty rash things while intoxicated."
"Also, dig me up please."

[Skoria]

Silas laughed loudly despite the situation. "I suppose that would be the right thing to do, now wouldn't it"? He began the process of removing sand from around the poor creature. After a few seconds he stopped. His instinctually good nature suddenly became overrun by suspicion. "Now hold on a tick" he said "here I am, digging up a complete stranger, who just might be a stowaway. Who are ya' exactly? Where ya' from and yer name and the like. I'd be fast, the tide's coming in.


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[HyenaKing]

"Vulpy's the name. I'm a honest good sailor. If you left me here you would be killin' an innocent man."

[Skoria]

He resumed digging, more slowly this time. "Alright Vulpey, I'll give ya a shot to prove yerself. If ya make a move against me I'll gut 'cha like a trout".  "... Besides" he added "I have a feeling I'm going to need another set of paws before the day is set"

It wasn't long before the fox was free enough to wriggle out on his own

"How do you suppose you came to be buried like a petunia?" 


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[HyenaKing]

"someone must've put me here."
"Legends say, that there an lost island where there is a brutal tribe of feral dogs."
"Perhaps, we could be on that lost island?"
"That might've been to blame."
He begins collecting coconuts.

[Skoria]

"I've heard of that island". He replied "it supposedly sunk hundreds of years ago in a quake". Silas shifted uncomfortably, which made him suddenly aware that his scrapes went a bit deeper than he had thought.

The idea that he had landed on something that supposedly was not supposed to exist made his head hurt. He sat down again and instead thought of his poor ship. This only made him sad, and he still had a headache.  He watched the stranger instead.

The fox went about collecting coconuts.

What was his name again? Valorie.. Vulpus.. Vulpey. That sounded right. Who was he exactly and how on earth did he get here? He was so quick with his story about wild dogs that Silas had no time to argue. However, now that he had time to think, it did seem a tad strange. He absentmindedly picked at a loose scale on his knee and thought about his options.

A. He could leave the dog and find his own way home
B. He could try to kill him
C. He could stay with Vulpey.

"It seems like I don't have much of a choice". He said to himself.

Silas stood up slowly (mindful of his scrapes) and turned toward the fox

"Those look heavy, do you need a hand"?




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[HyenaKing]

"yes, accually."
He hands a couple coconuts to Sikora, and travels back to where he was dug up.
"We should make a fire to heat us up, or not make one, risking to freeze, but to conceal ourselves from those feral monsters."

[Skoria]

"You seem adamant about the existence of these creatures" Silas said taking the coconut. "How can ye be so sure is was them"?


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[HyenaKing]

"I've had flashes of memories while collenting the 'nuts"
"Being dragged, shouting in a lost language-- feral."

[Skoria]

"Hmm, if you be right, and we are not alone here, I'm thinking it'd be best to forgo a fire tonight" he cracked a hole in a small coconut with some effort. Quickly, he downed the liquid, remembering just how thirsty he was. For the moment, ferals were the least of his problems.
Thirst and cold would kill him long before and mangey canine would, or so he convinced himself

"If this is the lost island, would the lost treasure be here too?" He thought. That must be why the fox was here. For some reason the explanation he came up with seemed to comfort him some.
 The mindless task of collecting food made his mind wander again.

If Vulpy survived the storm maybe his crew did too. He doubted many did.
 He rolled the ivory albatross around his fingers.

He did this when he was thinking or very upset. Or thinking about being upset.

"Fox!" He shouted, for the canine had wandered a ways towards the entrance to the jungle.
  "What's your story exactly"




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[HyenaKing]

"Apprenticed as a British sailor and eventually applied for the navy and that became my job. i took a week break after my 5th year of working and ended up here after getting drunk."


"How'd you get here?"