set fire to the rain // dual-joiners

[raziel]

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: heiti sc; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"I hope you do not find it too disappointing that not all of us happen to be... Mortal," the Irishman called gruffly.  Amusement danced in calm, old sea-green eyes as the massive dire wolf revealed himself from among the trees.  While plenty of the Typhoon were indeed, mortal, plenty were not, including every member of his own family.

Over the centuries, names began mattering less and less to Raziel.  Many acknowledged him with the proper respect for a king, but many did not.  Many looked to him and called him 'father', for his religious standing, but many more did not.  Some for lack of caring, some for lack of necessity, some others for a simple lack of knowledge.  When insults or demeaning phrases found themselves in the midst, the faerie ignored them.  They did not matter either, although Raziel felt keenly a few of his crewmates were of a different mind than him.  They might not like the attitude, but what was one more crewmate with an ego?  They had handled worse.

"Nonetheless, you're welcome among the Typhoon, so long as you mean to cause no trouble and you don't mind calling yourselves pirates."  He did not expect them to start any trouble.  They looked to make this home afterall. "Raziel Ó Faoláin," he offered, inclining his head in polite introduction.  He wondered even if the name would ring a bell if this one was truly centuries old.  The family name would.  If the lion knew of the Fae that is.  Overall, it was idle curiosity.  He found more interest in simply welcoming new crewmates in than discussing history.
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