[center][h2]To Set Sail[/h2][/Center]
[center]Grin[/center]
[center][i]3615 ATF..An older year of Galendar.[/i][/center]

[i]Slip.[/i]

The sounds of blades shredding wind, just skimming over pink lips and gold hair. Hot breath fogged the steel from those lips. A caress from a shadow, a kiss from the darkness. Her game, small lights in the dark like teeth in a silent grin. The game of swords, the thrill, the fight. Waves crashing over your boat in the sea. They spit on your skin just as she would. The wind tears down your sail, sending a rip straight through it. Her rapiers. 

Raven. 


She toys with a small blade, flipping it into her fingers. The woman rests on firm wood around the bulwarks of the bridge of blackwing, hat pulled over her eyes, one arm resting behind her long locks of blonde hair. Boots hitting the flooring of the ship sounded like drums, and like a shadow carefully stalking its master the lass looked up from her daydreaming state, revealing those scarlet eyes that glistened without the need of light.

“Captain…” A males voice filled with breathless shock stings the air around the unspoken company.


[i]“It’s good to see you again.”[/i] Her voice was like water gliding on rosepetals. 

[i]“tell the crew it’s time.”[/i]

And like the fingers of a lover slipping down skin, blackwing vanished from the stygian port.