Time: Early Evening Location: Caesonia Palace-Ballroom Interaction: none
And maybe I should’ve just kept the mask on. He thought, finishing another glass of wine and pouring another, as he watched Violet run off towards her sister. Admittedly, the other Damien sister had looked quite distressed as she fled her dance partner. Though his own sister, Anastasia, was quick to snatch up the tall man with a cowlick into a dance. True, Anastasia wasn’t often the best judge of character, but the clear childlike joy on both his sister and the blonde man’s face as they spun around each other was enough for him not to worry. It wasn’t like anything was going to happen in their own palace, surrounded by people, and with Wystan and his brothers nearby.
Even so, having nearly lost his sister once he was often worried about Anastasia. He hadn’t liked his sister for most of his childhood, she got to be ignored by their father and arguably had more freedom than even Wulfric. Then, one day, she was gone. The palace got unbearably quiet and during the ungodly hours of the night when he would hide away in the library there, was no distant company of his sister dancing through empty hallways. Only Edin had seemed unbothered, more concerned with his image and money than his own daughter's safety. It was pretty clear then that he and Anastasia had a lot more in common than he’d realized. When his sister finally returned, that was one of the few days he’d actually been happy.
His thoughts, and drinking, were interrupted by a man who wore a mask handing him a letter. He gave a knowing nod, and smile, as he accepted the letter. A quick glance confirmed it as an invitation to another party, one that was about fun rather than titles and proper decorum, an event he could actually look forward to. He carefully tucked the letter into a pocket, noting that the masked man had stealthily departed. He continued to simply watch those around him, drinking wine, picking at and occasionally eating some of the food laid out. He did his best to look very invested in his study of the offered food, as long as he looked busy most here would likely leave him be.
Time: Morning Location: Avian City Interactions: Yuka@princess, Aiko@CitrusArms, Xavier@Potter, Augus@Funnyguy Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 137 amas
Orias remained composed, effort put into seeming calm and assured, though beneath that he was fully shocked that all of this had gone far better than he expected. They actually had secured an alliance with the Avians, and sure Augus seemed more than willing to take on any threat to keep the city he served safe, and maybe just about anyone could’ve convinced him with nothing more than a just cause, but it hadn’t been anyone. It had been him. If, or hopefully when, he ran into his sisters again at least he had this to offer, to show he had done something helpful, useful, for once in his life. He could almost smile at that, but not yet, not in front of the general. He had to continue the strong front but even the slightest relaxation in his posture was making his hands start to shake as the adrenalin wore off.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, listening as Aiko spoke, his weight shifting from one foot to the other as the fox shared their story. A bit of honesty was refreshing from the fox, but the jab toward Augus at the end made his eyes widen. His heartbeat quickened, even more so as he watched the Avian study the scorch marks on the floor. The general was clearly displeased, but Orias doubted it would be enough to change Augus mind. No, Augus spoke with passion about defeating dark elves, he was unafraid of demons, and the Avains would not remain passive in a war. Orias couldn’t fault Aiko for speaking the truth, they showed boldness, nor Xavier for controlling his magic as best he could, he showed power. Everything was still going well, he stayed controlled, and waited for Augus’ response.
As expected, Augus took the slights in stride, their alliance seemed cemented as the Avian offered a shopping trip, for a transmission bracelet, and a spot on the general’s own bracelet. Even better, they were to be escorted by the general’s sons, a far less intimidating pair than the man himself. Regrettably, Yuka’s attention broke from Xavier and she began waving her arms about drawing everyone’s attention. Most of what she said, he could agree with; now that dark elves had aligned with demons their task would be exponentially harder. They would have to know more about these rarely seen outsiders of Avalia but proposing to seek out a demon ally, here in front of the general, seemed a bit much.
"Basically I think we’re all fucked!”
Yuka’s final words hit him harder than he could’ve anticipated. I can’t even convince my own traveling companions that we can win. Any idiot could’ve convinced Augus to agree to something man clearly already wanted. But Yuka? Yuka thinks we're all doomed, maybe she's right. No longer completely composed, he glanced at the lioness with a pained expression. Maybe some things never changed, maybe he was destined for failure. But if things never changed, then his sisters would surely succeed, there were other Birens capable of ensuring they won this war. He could count on that, he just had to focus on keeping one human alive long enough to get Xavier to them. Maybe he could manage not to fuck that up.
“Good points Yuka. More study, of demons, would be a good place to start. Maybe one thing at a time though; a shopping trip, put some distance between us and Roshmi, then I am all for researching.” He offered, nodding towards Yuka. A halfhearted attempt to smooth over her harsh words while they remained in front of Augus.
“Sir, while you may not need our gratitude, you have it nonetheless.” Orias bowed again to Augus, before attempting to herd the others back outside. The sooner they got things moving the better.
Time: Morning Location: River Port-Inn Interactions: Rue @Potter Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (a bit less than an ounce), rolling papers, and 191 amas.
Bowyn merely offered Arn a half-hearted wave goodbye as the dwarf was called away on what the fairy could only assume was official dwarven prince business. He kept his eye on the windows in the inn that looked over the beach. Everything outside seemed to have called down, Annya must’ve gotten everything under control. Then, his attention turned back to Rue, and since she was now awake and alert he was less concerned. Arn had still seemed concerned before he left, but Bowyn knew the other fairy and her capabilities. Most fairies knew how to heal, even he could heal himself pretty well, and he didn’t have a fraction of Rue’s talent when it came to that discipline. Rue would be fine.
“I’m good, Rue.” Bowyn offered a solemn nod, then a smile as she held the glasses to her eyes. Mooney seemed less than amused and Bowyn couldn’t blame him, although Rue was not the main source of his anxiety now. River Port was wholly unsafe now, Raven’s actions had drawn too much attention, and her display of power was something just about any Avalian could easily determine was done by a human. “A lot of people saw that though. We’ll need to leave soon.” He added before looking back out at the beach. They had forced him through a portal and let the blue guy stay. Did they trust him less than the demon? Was it worth staying with them if that was true?
“Lightheaded huh? I think I feel about the same. Maybe we should get some food? We’ll need it anyways before we head out of here.” He added, offering his hand to help pull Rue up off the floor.
Time: Morning Location: Aboard The Harem Interactions: Tigerlily @Potter, Tesoro@Infinite Cosmos, Lizzie @Tae, Barboda @Alivefalling, Helio @princess Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry.
One moment there was the thick scent of blood and talk of amas and bounties, the next there was only darkness and pain. Just like sinking to the depths of the ocean; inescapable, disorienting, all-consuming, darkness. He thrashed and struggled against it until his lungs burned and he felt the darkness slowly strangling him.
And just as quickly as it had engulfed them, the darkness dissipated. Gone. Free. Then, everything got worse. Water filled the belly of the ship and moved in ways that were not natural. Lizzie slew Vellen, Vellen used his dying strength to lash out.
The captain fell. He followed Barboda, who carried Lizzie, and the others as they scrambled from the ship and back to The Harem. Their spoils, all soon to be lost to the sea. Their captain, soon to be lost to the sea as well. They had won and it was still an absolute failure.
“...Now he is taking those who do not even belong in this world.”
A human. He realized, his head tilting to the side as he studied Lizzie a bit closer. And one chosen by the seas. Oceanblessed. Nym wore a sad smile, as Barboda walked away, indicating there was little they could do for Lizzie now. Tigerlily tried, moving quickly to bandage the likely mortal wound. Nym didn’t know much about humans, how adept they were for survival, but Lizzie did not look good. He’d seen sailors die plenty of times, she looked no different from any of them. Nym approached Lizzie's other side, across from Tigerlily, knelt by his captain, and gently wrapped his hands around hers.
“Cap’n, I don’t know if ya can hear me, butcha ain’t alone. It don’t look good, but we’ll all see to it that ya get a proper return to the seas here. Know that the sea doesn’t give gifts to the unworthy, and you, aye the sea she took one look at ya and gave you her finest gift, made ya Oceanblessed. It is an honor to sail in your company.” He spoke softly to the human, his captain, one who controlled the seas. “Until my last breath, I’ll tell tales of yer bravery, of a Pirate Queen who moved oceans with her whims. One day little ones will sing songs of Cap’n Lizzie and you will never be forgotten.” Nym offered the sort of thing he would want to hear if their situations were reversed. He was far better equipped to inflict damage than to heal it, but this, ensuring Lizzie did not die alone, this he could do.
“Anything you can do? He asked, looking over at Helio.
Leo, as with most things he did, put conscious effort into his movements, careful not to allow any flaws to be seen by those around him. His steps were deliberate, mindful of the Shehzadi’s dress that wisped against the marble floor, and his timing in sync with the music. He hit the right marks at the right time but the in-between lacked the finesse of a true dancer. What he lacked in gracefulness he made up for with confidence. His eyes kept focused on the rich amber eyes of Nahir, rather than scanning the rest of the room as they so often did during these dances of chance.
“So, how does Caesonia stack up against Alidasht? I hope the events here aren’t too dull for your tastes.” Leo, who so rarely found himself without words, struggled a bit to find a proper topic of conversation. A situation he could only chalk up to the strange bit of nervousness that caused the echo of his own quickened heartbeat in his ears to overshadow his thoughts. He had settled on the topic of the Shehzadi’s homelands, a place he saw as being as rich in excitement as it was in wealth.
"If we were in Genasea," Nahir had placed her hand gracefully on his shoulder as he took the lead. Being this close to Lord Smithwood she could see the specks that adorned his cheeks, cute, Nahir thought. "the tanbur and the kudĂĽm would be ringing across the halls drowning the noise of celebration." She smiled at the memory of Alidasth's lively parties always filled with laughter and joy. "Caesonia is a welcomed change to my home's festivities."
Nahir met his eyes, tilting her head with curiosity. "Do Varian celebrations differ from Caesonian ones? I've never had the pleasure of attending to your home's festivities."
“Varian is a very welcoming place, but events there are normally not as extravagant as they are here.” Leo chose his words carefully, nothing that would be an outright insult to Caesonia, but the way he spoke of Varian made his bias towards his own home clear.
“Where Varian truly shines is outside of palaces and ballrooms, deep within the forests and top her mountains, where the land is unconquered and serene. And in her people; those who have thrived in a harsher land and who welcome strangers as friends, who despite the cold carry a hearth within them. It almost goes without saying, but you, Shehzadi, are welcome there anytime.” Then with a swift motion, Leo lifted their joined hands beckoning Nahir to twirl.
She could picture it as he spoke, the lush green mountains touching the clouds. "How quiet and peaceful it must be to be surrounded by so much beauty," she twirled, the gems and decorations of her dress jiggling in the air. "I would be delightful to visit sometime," Nahir smiled, looking down momentarily, amber eyes taking him in. "To see what Varian has to offer." She looked back up again, battering her lashes as she did so.
"Of course, I would love to welcome you into my home in Alidasht. Show you some of our most exotic animals and the most marvelous temples Genasea has to offer." She remembered the way he had looked at Nala, the excitement had almost been contagious.
The brief break in eye contact as Nahir twirled gave Leo the chance to admire a very different form of natural beauty. Her dress flowed in a way that only drew more attention to her figure, the gold and jewels that adorn her only enticed more of his attention. Nahir, much like everything that he admired in the world, was built to stand out and demanded full attention without effort.
“I doubt Alidasht is in short supply of beauty,” Leo said as their hands met again and his eyes were drawn back to hers. “I’ve always dreamed of seeing such a place for myself. Somewhere so different from my own home, and there is so little one can learn from books and paintings alone. Tonight has only made that more clear.” He added. Alidasht had entered the palace with a show, unlike anything he’d seen before. From the dance to the fashion, the exotic animals that came with them; it all spoke of strength, beauty, and freedom.
“For me, it is the constant search for a new adventure, new experiences, that gives life its true meaning. What is it that drives you, Shehzadi?” Leo asked of the woman in front of him who remained just as mysterious as the land she hailed from.
"What is life if not an adventure itself?" Nahir had smiled at the question, "Admittedly, I do not know." Her gaze fell, "There had been a time when I strived for freedom- to leave my home and explore what the gods gave us. To learn more about the beauty of other cultures. Similar to you, Lord Smithwood." She often felt like a caged bird in Genasea, and guilt would wash over her every time.
"But my responsibilities and duty is to Alidasht and its people." There was a glint of sadness in her eyes as she finally looked up at Leo again.
Leo smiled in agreement at her first statement, life was indeed meant to be an adventure. Even while Nahir smiled her amber eyes held a touch of sadness. He understood the need to see the world and everything it held, a need for freedom, a wanderlust that his spirit craved just as much as his body craved breath. Her acceptance of responsibility resonated as well.
“Ever since my father disappeared I have felt like there is a clock ticking away at my freedom. One day the hour will come when I will be called to serve Stravy before myself, but that time is not now and all I can do is enjoy the time I have. I’m sure the responsibility of a royal is so much greater, but surely even a Shehzadi has time for a break every now and then? And at the very least, you have the summer here, I’m sure we could make it memorable.” He offered, hoping to return her eyes to the brighter shimmer they’d held before.
What Leo had said felt right for Nahir. She could at least enjoy this summer without worrying about everything she had to do to prove herself to her father, away from the long sleepless nights and the dread of what would become of her if she failed. Instead, all she would worry about would be her next adventure or who would be her summer romance. The thought of the momentary freedom no doubt pleased her, but that tiny voice in her head continued to pester her mind like a parasite.
Nahir looked back at him, brows raised slightly when she heard about his father. "The responsibility to our home is all the same, and we both wish the best for our people. But I suppose you are right; one summer to enjoy the limited freedom won't hurt." She agreed with a slight nod.
"All there is left is to find a suitable adventure." She pulled back before he could in time for a twirl, lifting her arm and, with a smile, encouraged him to spin this time.
Leo hesitated for a moment, the invitation to twirl catching him off guard. But rather than the concern of looking foolish or strange in front of the entire court, Leo was only focused on Nahir and her smile. He made his best attempt to mimic a move he’d only ever watched before and felt no sting of embarrassment at the awkwardness of his unpractised movements. He returned Nahir’s smile, grateful for life’s unexpected pleasures, no matter how small.
“Might I have earned your name Shehzadi?” He asked as the music began to wane and the dance came to an end. As he awaited an answer a man in a mask tapped Leo on the shoulder. He turned, his face wore an expression of confusion as this was not a masked ball. Before he could speak, however, a piece of paper was handed to him, the masked man bowed, turned around, and left. Strange. He thought but as he scanned the paper his confusion turned into a grin. Another party? He thought with amusement. The address, 420 Wicker St, the only warehouse insight, was easy enough to remember. So he folded it back up and checked that the masked man was no longer in sight before passing the letter to Nahir.
“Sometimes, with a bit of luck, an adventure finds you.” He added.
She had laughed softly, enjoying the effort he put into the twirl that made Nahir appreciate him even more. Unfortunately, it seemed that the dance was coming to a stop. "You have Lord Smithwood; my name is Nahir Aysun Kadir." She had pulled back and readied for a curtsy just as the masked man approached them. She eyed him, golden eyes looking at the masked man with suspicion before Leo turned to face her. With one raised brow and clearly intrigued, she took the letter.
As soon as she was done Nahir looked up at him, excitement gleaming in her eyes."The first of many this summer."
Time: Morning Location: Aboard The Harem Interactions: Lizzie @Tae, Barboda @Alivefalling, Helio @princess, and Ardyn @FunnyGuy Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry.
The air was thick and damp with the scent of blood, despite his most recent meal, the smell only made Nym's stomach burn with hunger. It was a constant struggle to keep focus, his gaze shifting between the projection that glowed and flickered with the image of Ardyn, and the darkness, looking for any potential threat. It seemed like the other elf had fled, but it remained just as possible that Vellen lurked somewhere shrouded in his element; in darkness and shadow. Was this the sort of crew Ardyn Croft employed? Weak and cowardly creatures. Had the tales of the great Pirate King been exaggerated? Ardyn’s offer was a joke, expecting them to turn on one another, hand over Helio, and kill Barboda, ridiculous. It was loyalty that made a group of sailors a crew.
Barboda’s reply contained venom just as potent as what laced his arrows. Nym’s ears twitched at the mention of the bounty on Ardyn’s head. Fifteen thousand amas? That amount of amas was more than enough to pull his attention away from blood, away from any potential lurking threat, and directly towards Barboda. Fifteen thousand amas! Nym was nearly salivating at the thought of having even a fraction of that.
His thoughts of piles of amas were broken only as Barboda removed his helmet. He really did have a face underneath the bucket. And what a face it is. He thought as he watched the light flicker off deadly fangs, reflected off serpentine eyes.
“A parley? Call it what it was, a failed extortion attempt, mate. Yer crew started something they could not finish. Weak, cowardly, pathetic, surprised the Pirate King would have such a gutless bunch.” Nym shot back. Barboda, technically, had fired the first shot but even if the bucket head had not killed the fairy the outcome would’ve been the same. “Best tread carefully, Croft, lest you too try an’ bite off something ya can’t chew.” Nym added, his mind still thinking of amas, and of the grand tale it would make, for their little crew to take down the Pirate King himself.
Time: Morning Location: Roshmi City Interactions: Yuka@princess, Aiko@CitrusArms, Xavier@Potter, Augus@Funnyguy Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 137 amas
Orias heard what Aiko said, their words sounding like they knew a bit about who this Pride creature was, but Orias only noted this and did not react. His face was neutral both as he watched the scene that played out and as he waited for what General Maximus would say. Watching the human drawn and quartered was a terrible sight, but not among the worst things he’d seen. But Xavier, Orias turned to look at the human in their group and wished the young man didn’t have to see it and was thankful Yuka had been there to shield the boy's eyes. He wished the situation they were in allowed him to say something more to Xavier but with General Maximus staring down at them all, he had to keep up a strong front.
What he learned from the general was that they already had the support of the dwarven nation, going there would be unnecessary. More than anything, he wanted to find Rosaria and Annya, he needed their guidance, their authority in this, and most of all to know for sure that they were still alive and well. But he didn’t know where they were, nor had he any means to get in contact with them. If Orias was skilled at one thing, it was burning down bridges rather than building them. That left the Flower Kingdom, as it sounded like the fairies had yet to take a stand in all this. It seemed the most logical destination, maybe, if he was lucky, one of his sisters would be there too.
“The River Kingdom, sir, they hold a sizable army, and they have every reason to fight in this war as well.” He stated his destination clearly, forced confidence in his decision, knowing that the Avain would not respect any signs of weakness. The fairies had seen their own youngest prince slaughtered, they had been forced to exile their other prince, and as strange as it was that they had not already jumped at the chance to seek justice, Orias suspected that they needed only a further nudge to convince them.
“From there I will work towards getting in contact with the rest of my family. I think we should arrange for transmission bracelets, to keep in touch with you, sir, before we go. And I do wish to move forward as quickly as possible, the sooner we end this war the better.” He added, his focus kept on the general, making sure to keep everything he said as transparent as possible. No lies, no secrets, at least not from him. Later, he’d have to find out what Aiko had been hiding. They shouldn’t have secrets between their group either.
Time: Morning Location: River Port Interactions: Rue @Potter, Eris and “Valerie”(Raven)@Tae, Annya @princess, and Inori @Shard Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (a bit less than an ounce), rolling papers, and 191 amas.
Bowyn felt the ground beneath his feet change and shift, his body reacted to the sudden changes around him. An instant hit of horrible nausea, far worse than waking up sober, and his concentration shattered along with his shield of ice. His head throbbed and he looked around utterly confused. He wasn’t even at the beach, he was back in the inn. Bowyn was absolutely certain he hadn’t just randomly blacked out and when he was finally able to look back through the portal he’d been so rudely forced through he saw Erin speaking.
“Bitch.” Bowyn muttered under his breath once he realized what had happened. As much as he wanted to run back through the damn portal he was pretty sure he’d just end up being shoved back through it again if he did. That was elves' answer to everything, wasn’t it? Push and pull whoever they wanted through these damn portals, acting like they knew better than everyone else.
Bowyn instead offered Erin a rude gesture before turning back towards both Arn and Rue. And Arn, as it turned out, was a good medic. By the time Bowyn made his way to where Arn had Rue laid out and cooling off the other fairy was starting to wake up.
“Good work. Thank you.” Bowyn nearly choked on the words but managed to get them out as he gave a nod to Arn. He then knelt down by Rue’s side and spoke with a calm tone.
“So you passed out, too much sun I’m guessing. There was another broadcast, threatening humans, this time from a demon called Pride. It, um, killed a human and set Valerie off, and caused a big storm. Since the building's still standing, I’m guessing they stopped it and you're safe now.” Bowyn gave her the quick recap, glossing over any details that would be too upsetting.
“How do you feel? Do you want water or something?” Bowyn offered but didn’t wait for her answer. The winter fairy immediately hopped back up and returned a few moments later with a glass of water, the glass frosted by his magic.
Time: Morning Location: Myriamor Plaza Interactions: Slick@FunnyGuy, Aurora@Mole, Sophie@princess, Caelen@Alivefalling, Equipment: The clothes on his back and a pouch of amas.
Leaf kept a close eye on the humans and Aurora as they seemed more than ready to leave the swimming area. For the most part, they all looked just about as afraid as he was, except for Slick, who looked a little calmer than the rest, and who shoved Caelen into the pool. There was an audible crack as water began to circle from beneath the water that began to drain.
Not good, he thought. The last thing they needed was for the humans to be sucked down beneath a pool, he knew the damn things were no good. And look at that, cracking at the bottom like that from just one person falling into it. Leaf was at the edge of the pool in flash, skittering just before tumbling into the water. He heard Aurora suggest they all leave and head back to the inn.
“Yes, we should go somewhere else, probably not the right time for a game of dice, but the inn might be a bit overcrowded, maybe somewhere quieter.” He said offering a hand to either Caelen or the very upset Sophie, in case they needed help out of the water. “Maybe later a visit to the blacksmith is in order.” He suggested, figuring Slick had the right idea earlier when he’d gotten that fancy crossbow of his. The humans were so much like elves; fragile skinned and lacking any proper hide or fur, no fangs or claws to speak of, and if they needed horses for traveling he wasn’t sure they even stood a chance at outrunning a creature like Pride.
He suddenly remembered Champ, who he was supposed to be watching, and looked back to where he’d left the horse. At least Champ was behaving himself, just standing there staring off in the direction of The Fresh Stall where they’d gotten the carrots and apples from a few moments ago. Well, if the horse did decide to wander off he’d at least know where it was going to go.
Time: Morning Location: Aboard The Harem Interactions: Tigerlily @Potter, Tesoro@Infinite Cosmos, Lizzie @Tae, Barboda @Alivefalling, Helio @princess, and a rival ship and her crew @FunnyGuy Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry.
Teeth did as they were made to do, ripping and tearing away at flesh. Screams of the prey meant nothing, as only the sound pumping blood that echoed within his ears drowned out all else. Chunks of meat were torn away, barely chewed, and swallowed. But the shark’s hunger still cried out for more. His wild eye locked onto Helio just as his teeth tore through the wrist of the fallen dark elf. Bones made a crunching sound as teeth turned the severed hand into food.
The part of him that was shark looked up at Helio, who floated just out of reach and only saw prey. He felt the rush of adrenalin as it desired to chase, and tear, and consume. The part that was Nym looked at Helio and saw his crewmate, seized control of the now somewhat satiated shark, and bottled it back up. He gave a blood-soaked grin at the fairy and waved what remained of Rellen’s hand at him.
“Hungry?” He asked of the fairy and the captain who had also boarded the ship. Nym covered his mouth with his free hand as he let out a loud belch before tossing the remains of Rellen’s hand aside. All at once the sensation of burning took hold, everywhere his skin had been touched by Rellen’s dark magic was left charred and raw. The sharp pain was exhilarating and strong enough to hold focus and keep the shark bottled up because nothing around him smelled of the sea, only of blood. It dripped from his teeth and coated much of his skin, pooled around the mangled elf, and clung to others on the ship, but that couldn’t be all of it.
“Do you smell that? So much blood.” He closed his eye and lifted his head high as if this was a rapturous experience. The shark wanted more of it, wanted to seek out the source of the scent and continue its mission to devour. He opened his eye again as Lizzie made her way beneath the hatch, the scent rolling up from below deck as she did so. He took a step towards the hatch as it opened, the source of the alluring scent, and a greater focus on the agony in his skin at the slighted movement.
There was the pain. There was the scent of blood. Both were strong, both pulled at his focus and tore at his natures. Nym the pirate wanted to finish the battle, to loot and celebrate. The shark wanted to continue to feed, it didn’t care who was the crew and who was the enemy. Nym trusted in his own loyalty, and kept his focus on the pain, fighting the bloodlust. There wasn’t much left to do, and leaving the captain to face whatever was down there alone was not an option.
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