05-26-2021, 09:09 AM
How the hell did he get here?
Several prominent crewmates, vanished. Off the map. So much left open. Gone. Not once in Danny's life had he ever considered this position, he didn't want it, he didn't need it. It gave his social anxiety fuel for it's fire, and not in a way that was helpful. A way where the fire consumed him, paralyzed him. He was terrified. Danny was young, he was only a Privateer, he had crawled out of the depths of Hell to find everyone above him gone. He felt like a baby, a child who was given a crown and a realm to rule. He wasn't ready, and yet, he had no choice. There was no one else. Not even Keona would be here to help him now, she had left him. Keona left, Diya left, they all left him to his own devices.
And he was wounded from it. Hurt.
Hurt enough that it almost gave him the spite he needed to take control and rain hell down to prove he was not a stupid coward, if they intended for him to fail, he wouldn't. He wouldn't. Granted, he couldn't yell to get anyone's attention, and he wheezed and coughed when he tried. Instead, standing win front of the dome's entrance, Danny sent a long wolf's howl into the otherwise calm sky, the howl of an adult, the first adult howl he ever mustered. Call it metaphorical. Further to drive the point he wished to gather the remaining, he requested the help of some npcs to split off and carry the message. And then he went inside. He didn't feel proud. He didn't feel excited.
Was he even qualified to do this? He had waited, after all, searched for what was left. Nothing. Damned them all. Using his claim to the sea's throne through his ranking seemed unfair even to him, he wasn't the only Privateer. But beyond his own worries, a primal fear nestled in the chambers of his heart for the remaining Privateer. The pattern of Captains before them had been unkind, and he would rather suffer under his own weight and bear the inevitable curse than let any more preventable harm come to Vayne. Suspicious and superstitious, yes. But the gods had forsaken them all, he was sure. At least, they had forsaken him, and he could carry the weight.
What was this? An execution? He was as dramatic as always.
He wasn't claiming anything. He just needed people gathered. They just needed their stability back.
// already approved sneep snorp
Several prominent crewmates, vanished. Off the map. So much left open. Gone. Not once in Danny's life had he ever considered this position, he didn't want it, he didn't need it. It gave his social anxiety fuel for it's fire, and not in a way that was helpful. A way where the fire consumed him, paralyzed him. He was terrified. Danny was young, he was only a Privateer, he had crawled out of the depths of Hell to find everyone above him gone. He felt like a baby, a child who was given a crown and a realm to rule. He wasn't ready, and yet, he had no choice. There was no one else. Not even Keona would be here to help him now, she had left him. Keona left, Diya left, they all left him to his own devices.
And he was wounded from it. Hurt.
Hurt enough that it almost gave him the spite he needed to take control and rain hell down to prove he was not a stupid coward, if they intended for him to fail, he wouldn't. He wouldn't. Granted, he couldn't yell to get anyone's attention, and he wheezed and coughed when he tried. Instead, standing win front of the dome's entrance, Danny sent a long wolf's howl into the otherwise calm sky, the howl of an adult, the first adult howl he ever mustered. Call it metaphorical. Further to drive the point he wished to gather the remaining, he requested the help of some npcs to split off and carry the message. And then he went inside. He didn't feel proud. He didn't feel excited.
Was he even qualified to do this? He had waited, after all, searched for what was left. Nothing. Damned them all. Using his claim to the sea's throne through his ranking seemed unfair even to him, he wasn't the only Privateer. But beyond his own worries, a primal fear nestled in the chambers of his heart for the remaining Privateer. The pattern of Captains before them had been unkind, and he would rather suffer under his own weight and bear the inevitable curse than let any more preventable harm come to Vayne. Suspicious and superstitious, yes. But the gods had forsaken them all, he was sure. At least, they had forsaken him, and he could carry the weight.
What was this? An execution? He was as dramatic as always.
He wasn't claiming anything. He just needed people gathered. They just needed their stability back.
// already approved sneep snorp
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「 just saw god outside the liquor store 」
he told me i was lost
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