10-12-2018, 01:29 PM
So the calvary arrives. The endfield fluffed his feathers, suddenly uncomfortable. Now's the time, he thinks. It'd be easy. Grab Keona, run to the rescue group; take her home. Séamus' certainity of plan had faded. Sure, it seemed simple. Even though there was Valkyr to deal with, the faerie felt... Unwilling. By the pirate's standards, the only thing wrong with the Pitt was the slavery trade. Otherwise, he felt quite comfortable here, aside from the obvious extra heat of the sun.
He belonged on the sea he knew. Free. Open waters. The vulpine rolled his shoulders as he stepped into the playing field, approaching Valkyr and Keona calmly. He could fight off one. Or...
Here, in this god-forsaken desert, Kian was out of the way. It meant he could try looking into matters, find out if his suspicions of his neice were true. Claim what was his. Even if he was wrong... Why shouldn't she be his? After Kian stole her mother away from him.
Sea-green eyes narrowed keenly on the 'enemy'. Playing this off as 'keeping his cover' in the end would be just as easy as the first option. A smirk played on his maw as he crouched, claws ready, beside the sitting Valkyr. Sparks of electricity danced off his scarlet fur, a warning of what to come should someone make an attempt. Two made Keona harder to get to than one.
Even then, Séamus figured they could rely on the majority of effort being focused on Goldenluxury. While he could not care less about the captain's daughter, especially with Keona on the field, the crew no doubt cared. Lightly, he reached out to touch his niece's mind with one simple command; don't run. By now, surely, she'd follow his advice without much question.
He belonged on the sea he knew. Free. Open waters. The vulpine rolled his shoulders as he stepped into the playing field, approaching Valkyr and Keona calmly. He could fight off one. Or...
Here, in this god-forsaken desert, Kian was out of the way. It meant he could try looking into matters, find out if his suspicions of his neice were true. Claim what was his. Even if he was wrong... Why shouldn't she be his? After Kian stole her mother away from him.
Sea-green eyes narrowed keenly on the 'enemy'. Playing this off as 'keeping his cover' in the end would be just as easy as the first option. A smirk played on his maw as he crouched, claws ready, beside the sitting Valkyr. Sparks of electricity danced off his scarlet fur, a warning of what to come should someone make an attempt. Two made Keona harder to get to than one.
Even then, Séamus figured they could rely on the majority of effort being focused on Goldenluxury. While he could not care less about the captain's daughter, especially with Keona on the field, the crew no doubt cared. Lightly, he reached out to touch his niece's mind with one simple command; don't run. By now, surely, she'd follow his advice without much question.
"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán
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