DEVIL'S DICE / TYPHOON

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]the fire that had swept their territory was devastating. devouring their mansion and the surrounding forest, they had no shelter, side from the burnt and broken ruins of their home. they needed to move, that much was obvious; though with little knowledge of any unoccupied territories close by, the snow leopard was afraid that they would be facing a long journey to find a new home.

he had seen the shadows in the skies, slowly descending toward the edge of the territory, enormous and almost frightening. for several moments prestige had waited for more fire, more danger, more destruction to their already broken territory, but instead, the dragons only landed and waited. he watched carefully as his members approached them, and as the scent of the typhoon washed over him, the pharaoh padded faster along the ashy trail to meet the envoys, eyes focused on pincher as he neared.

"pincher," prestige greeted weakly, turning his eyes to the massive crates and dipping his head low. "thank you... we're lucky to have you." he murmured. he lifted his head again to face the much larger creature, casting his gaze over the dragon body he inhabited for the visit, and felt himself mentally shrink back. with everything that had happened in the time since becoming allies with the group of pirates, prestige had not been able to find time for a visit, and he could tell by the captain's composure that he was less than pleased. an exhausted sigh breathed past his lips and he lowered his head briefly again. "i'd like to apologize for the lack of ambassador visits. this fire hit us... very hard, and uh, i'm not the most experienced of leaders, i'm sure you can tell." a forced laugh escaped him. "we appreciate everything you've done for us; we owe you a great deal. i promise, i will do my best to return the favor."

he felt almost weak, exposed and almost ashamed as he admitted their hardships and his own weakness to the typhoon leader, but a quiet obligation told him an apology was expected and mandatory. he wasn't doing well, not with the stress of everything; leadership being dropped on his shoulders, followed by a fire, and the stress of scouting new territories. it was getting to him, catching up and nipping at his ankles like the flames that had nearly killed him. prestige raised his eyes to pincher once more, ready to hear what the male had to say to him.