GANG ROBBERY — MEETING 11.16

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EXP: 12%

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NAME: ... ¦ GENDER: ? ¦ LEVEL: 2 ¦ ♡: 1
STR: 1 ¦ DEF: 1 ¦ CON: 1 ¦ DEX: 1 ¦ INT: 1
PER: 2 ¦ CHR: 1 ¦ AGL: 1 ¦ WIL: 1 ¦ LCK: 1

Step by step, do Their quivering paws take Them over to where They saw a streak of navy striking over the pale blue for a few seconds before it dies down, following along with the strange noise, muffled from rain and thunder. Nevertheless, it still caught Their full attention, with eyes wide and mind open for the possibilities of what is happening that prompted the sound.

Eventually, They finds bodies of all shapes and sizes gathering in an area They have yet to explore. Curiosity flashes across mismatched eyes, as interest flickers within soft brain. Their gentle gaze settles on to Elijah with Thirteen, and They quickens Their pace to take a seat beside Their friends. Their forepaws pat against the surface a few times. An innocent habit at its finest. How it brings Them to focus on Their surrounding more.

They silently watches more pirates settling by, lips curling downward, head tilts. They switches Their attention on to Elijah and gently pokes him on the shoulder with Their nose. "I don't... endah?" They whispers, tone filled with confusion, once They backed up. Words felt heavy on Their tongue. It left a sense of awkwardness within Them and burnt Their throat. They attempts to ignore it as They glances peer to the throne that sets before Them.

There is a creature sitting on there, body still and eyes cold. Royalty can They hear as it rushes through his veins. Loud is his presence. Divinity is he breathing in. No wonder there are rain and thunder happening at this very moment, with the attention from those gathered around are given to the supernal being of dead seas and striking storms. Just him. Only him is even Nature is bowing to. An act of surrender.

Now, it is his turn to be heard by them all.