11-12-2018, 05:59 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Not having rum in their systems would increase productivity around the Typhoon, but Feliks was a little too vengeful to be the optimist in this situation. At the end of the day, whilst he may've been far from the Islands when the attack took place (he'd been busy discussing the Roseblood situation), they'd still threatened his possessions with their flames and that totally wasn't cool. Unlike the Typhoon's prior assaults, he struggled to be as passionate about dealing with them, most likely because he found it difficult to grow mad at his true mother in the heat, the Privateer still couldn't pass an opportunity to harm these folk though. Past his personal history with them, past the Typhoon's grudge, they were the antithesis of what he wanted out of living - slavers. Bastard slavers.
Though the two had been raid buddies prior, they appeared to have different stances. Lucifer was hot blooded, vengeful was his tone, to spite himself Feliks was cold and quiet. Not because he wasn't looking forwards to this, but because of the news of Sunhaven attending... among other things. He looked fucking exhausted, struggling to keep green eyes open, but the gryphon was adamant on attending anyways. Once he tasted foreign blood in his mouth, adrenaline would act like caffeine within him and he'd feel no overexertion from painting the Pitt's sands red. Fortunately enough, they were willing to supply the paint for him, and as tangy as it was, he'd tasted worse. When approaching, the male finally gave a hint to what he was thinking.
"Don't be afraid of teaming up on them fucks either. Two groups will outnumber them, you want true revenge you won't get it from being honourable. Ain't none of that among thieves,".
Though the two had been raid buddies prior, they appeared to have different stances. Lucifer was hot blooded, vengeful was his tone, to spite himself Feliks was cold and quiet. Not because he wasn't looking forwards to this, but because of the news of Sunhaven attending... among other things. He looked fucking exhausted, struggling to keep green eyes open, but the gryphon was adamant on attending anyways. Once he tasted foreign blood in his mouth, adrenaline would act like caffeine within him and he'd feel no overexertion from painting the Pitt's sands red. Fortunately enough, they were willing to supply the paint for him, and as tangy as it was, he'd tasted worse. When approaching, the male finally gave a hint to what he was thinking.
"Don't be afraid of teaming up on them fucks either. Two groups will outnumber them, you want true revenge you won't get it from being honourable. Ain't none of that among thieves,".
WHERE SECRETS LIE IN THE BORDER FIRES
———————「 typhoon / [color=black]tags / griffon / @ PYRO 」 ———————