12-19-2020, 04:48 PM
DEAR FRIEND as you know, your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
The smell of the ocean in her senses, sound of the waves, sight of seagulls flying above. Home. How she'd missed it. The captain could not help but stare for a moment, before it was time to charge. The plan had been fairly simple - gather your allies, your weapons, and take those greedy bastards down. The tigress' aunt had much more credit to take for this step, as the female had been prisoner for some weeks before being given time to heal in Tanglewood. The idea of others needing to take care of her, work for her, it did frustrate the workaholic. But, she'd had her share of war, her share of victory. It would always be a group effort, this was never something that could be denied. And, in the end, she would likely not be here at all had she not allowed herself the rest. Potentially not even breathing. And so, she would keep the complaints to herself, move along, be grateful that she was even alive to begin with, and figure it out.
Boats had always been the traditional manner the pirates had used to get around, and this would be no different. Most of the sailboats they'd owned remained docked at their home, however that didn't mean they could find new ones, build new ones. And so, once they'd get close enough to the archipelago of the Typhoon, the tigress would open her wings and take flight. Rolling thunder could be heard, electricity in the air - the warning of the demigoddess' arrival. She did not intend to keep this attack quiet, or a surprise. No, this was her home, and she would take it back loudly, angrily. Shifting her paws, she aims a spark towards the Typhoon's gate, hitting the bell and causing it to ring loudly in the air for all to hear. In another motion, the flying tigress strikes one bolt at the beach, a full announcement to their arrival to the shores.
"Party's over, assholes." She announces loudly, looking down on the lush territory, before splitting off from the crowd. She'd two goals in mind for this raid, and she knew one would be accomplished fairly easily, with or without her, but the second, she'd been waiting for. She'd been hunting the snake for a long time now. There was no more running away. And, she wanted to have a specific cutlass in her grasp as she did it. So, the female lands upon the Tempest, quickly moving her body to the captain's quarters where she could grab her cutlass scimitar.
Boats had always been the traditional manner the pirates had used to get around, and this would be no different. Most of the sailboats they'd owned remained docked at their home, however that didn't mean they could find new ones, build new ones. And so, once they'd get close enough to the archipelago of the Typhoon, the tigress would open her wings and take flight. Rolling thunder could be heard, electricity in the air - the warning of the demigoddess' arrival. She did not intend to keep this attack quiet, or a surprise. No, this was her home, and she would take it back loudly, angrily. Shifting her paws, she aims a spark towards the Typhoon's gate, hitting the bell and causing it to ring loudly in the air for all to hear. In another motion, the flying tigress strikes one bolt at the beach, a full announcement to their arrival to the shores.
"Party's over, assholes." She announces loudly, looking down on the lush territory, before splitting off from the crowd. She'd two goals in mind for this raid, and she knew one would be accomplished fairly easily, with or without her, but the second, she'd been waiting for. She'd been hunting the snake for a long time now. There was no more running away. And, she wanted to have a specific cutlass in her grasp as she did it. So, the female lands upon the Tempest, quickly moving her body to the captain's quarters where she could grab her cutlass scimitar.
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.