05-31-2019, 06:05 PM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]To say she was angry would be an understatement. The tiger's paws flickered with electricity sparking off of them between each step. A temptation to simply scream out the female's name in the burnt territory was beginning to overwhelm her, not wishing to waste any time. But, no, that would potentially lead to even more time being wasted. Though, to be fair, she wouldn't really give a fuck if she killed any Pittian. She didn't want to waste energy on them just yet, though. The tiger huffed silently as she looked through the still smoking trees and blowing ash in the distance. She pushes through it, feeling the dirty ground turn to the sand she despised so much. It wasn't like her beach's sand. It was foreign and dry and disgusting. All of it made her sick to her stomach. Her cold eyes traveled along her surroundings, feathered ears pinned downward. Her mouth formed a repulsed frown as she moved quickly along. Where is the white beast?
Folks came and went - she expected none of her crewmates to remain loyal for life to the Typhoon, if that is what they wanted. It wasn't her job to dictate them how they should live their lives and if they moved on for their own happiness, then good for them. However, there is a difference here. A very large difference. Moving onto a different group was one thing, even moving to their enemies was not the worst betrayal, however, joining forces not only with their greatest enemy but also a group of disgusting slave-bearing rats was past the line. Everything the Typhoon stood for went against the Pitt's own moralities, and this is why she cannot stand it. Their entire existence is unjustifiable, and the former slave would not allow them to continue their ways, much less sit idle as her former friend believes she is right to join them. She didn't give a flying fuck whether the female supported the idea of slavery or not - her, along with all of their voluntary members - were despicable and only contributed to the problem by supporting it. The captain let out a snarl, "Argus! She was running out of patience, for all of them.
[member=218]ARGUS[/member]
Folks came and went - she expected none of her crewmates to remain loyal for life to the Typhoon, if that is what they wanted. It wasn't her job to dictate them how they should live their lives and if they moved on for their own happiness, then good for them. However, there is a difference here. A very large difference. Moving onto a different group was one thing, even moving to their enemies was not the worst betrayal, however, joining forces not only with their greatest enemy but also a group of disgusting slave-bearing rats was past the line. Everything the Typhoon stood for went against the Pitt's own moralities, and this is why she cannot stand it. Their entire existence is unjustifiable, and the former slave would not allow them to continue their ways, much less sit idle as her former friend believes she is right to join them. She didn't give a flying fuck whether the female supported the idea of slavery or not - her, along with all of their voluntary members - were despicable and only contributed to the problem by supporting it. The captain let out a snarl, "Argus! She was running out of patience, for all of them.
[member=218]ARGUS[/member]
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.