07-25-2018, 09:57 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]Breathe soft, breathe fully. She had to keep telling herself that, flinty eyes observing the ... the display before her. Fischer had kept in the shadows, sure that things didn’t get out of hand. It was something she felt more obligated to do now, as a Striker, she supposed. Maybe it wasn’t obligation, but rather she felt more authority to do so. It wasn’t much, but the wolf had never felt right being around these tortures, even though she wanted to just to watch out for whoever was captured. Sometimes Typhooners just went and captured without thinking much of it, thinking of violence as a game.
It wasn’t a game. If someone was going to inflict pain on someone else, they should have put some thought into it before. But then again, life was a game to some, unlike her, and she had to come to terms that peace was a choice she made, not one she should force upon others. Still ... there were options. The wolf slowly padded out to the scene, looking over at Rinto, who she padded up beside, with a solemn but gentle gaze. ”Pirates do whatever they want, fortunately and unfortunately. Freedom is the privilege of being a pirate, you can choose whatever you want to do.” Fischer murmured at first to Peachpit, and then more so to Rinto. She hadn’t met the first yet, and now was such a great time of all to do so.
She sighed, pursing her lips. In her perfect world, she would not let this happen, let people stay in their homes and not fear that they would be kidnapped. But her perfect world was probably hell for others, espesically those like Caesar. ”Do you ... do you plan to return this Snowbounder after ... all of this? Or—?” Fischer’s ears pricked up suddenly. Was someone nearby?
It wasn’t a game. If someone was going to inflict pain on someone else, they should have put some thought into it before. But then again, life was a game to some, unlike her, and she had to come to terms that peace was a choice she made, not one she should force upon others. Still ... there were options. The wolf slowly padded out to the scene, looking over at Rinto, who she padded up beside, with a solemn but gentle gaze. ”Pirates do whatever they want, fortunately and unfortunately. Freedom is the privilege of being a pirate, you can choose whatever you want to do.” Fischer murmured at first to Peachpit, and then more so to Rinto. She hadn’t met the first yet, and now was such a great time of all to do so.
She sighed, pursing her lips. In her perfect world, she would not let this happen, let people stay in their homes and not fear that they would be kidnapped. But her perfect world was probably hell for others, espesically those like Caesar. ”Do you ... do you plan to return this Snowbounder after ... all of this? Or—?” Fischer’s ears pricked up suddenly. Was someone nearby?
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags