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All the commotion had finally awoken Hasil. The imperial groaned softly as his eyes cracked open. Although his memory was still a blur, he tried his best to recall what happened to him. He remember being aboard on a ship bound home then suddenly there were screams. The ship he was riding on had been invaded by mirrors. Wait, invaded? They didn't take his treasure, did they? He sighed in relief when he saw a small burlap sack tied and hidden under his belt.
Hasil tried to get up on his feet but failed as he was tightly bound on deck. He cursed under his breath. He had to get out of here. His clan was expecting him to return in a few days. Assessing the dragons on board, he looked at the other bound dragons with him and the two pirates which captured them. [b]"Untie me at once,"[/b] he growled at the pirates. [b]"I have no time for your little pirate plays. Unlike you fiends, I have somewhere to be and duties to accomplish."[/b]
All the commotion had finally awoken Hasil. The imperial groaned softly as his eyes cracked open. Although his memory was still a blur, he tried his best to recall what happened to him. He remember being aboard on a ship bound home then suddenly there were screams. The ship he was riding on had been invaded by mirrors. Wait, invaded? They didn't take his treasure, did they? He sighed in relief when he saw a small burlap sack tied and hidden under his belt.
Hasil tried to get up on his feet but failed as he was tightly bound on deck. He cursed under his breath. He had to get out of here. His clan was expecting him to return in a few days. Assessing the dragons on board, he looked at the other bound dragons with him and the two pirates which captured them.
"Untie me at once," he growled at the pirates.
"I have no time for your little pirate plays. Unlike you fiends, I have somewhere to be and duties to accomplish."
Soft rocking woke Nacre. Her wings habitually flapped to stretch, but when nothing happened she snapped awake.
"What!?"
Nacre looked around. Her wings were pinned and her fur prickled as she tensed for a fight. Her claws dug into the wood below her and slightly froze at her panicked grip.
She didn't talk as she began a struggle, attempting to use her small horn to somehow loosen the rope.
Soft rocking woke Nacre. Her wings habitually flapped to stretch, but when nothing happened she snapped awake.
"What!?"
Nacre looked around. Her wings were pinned and her fur prickled as she tensed for a fight. Her claws dug into the wood below her and slightly froze at her panicked grip.
She didn't talk as she began a struggle, attempting to use her small horn to somehow loosen the rope.
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Zahi looks up to the furled sails and begins to skitter down to the mast, moving akin to one might imagine an insect, going from point A to point B in quick little blue blurs, his black wings furled on his back, of which he didn't seem to use too much.
When he gets to the mast however he seems to come to an abrupt stop, his movements becoming less decisive as he looks over the rope and knots that kept the sails up. A talon moves to picks at the rope and pull it loose, doing so carefully in an effort not to cut the rope. He'd have to prop himself up on his hind legs and lean against the mast, using both gloved claws now as he finds just picking at isn't enough. He gets the sails free eventually, causing them to unfurl and for the wind to abruptly take them.
He may have have cut some rope in the process and as he now gathers the remains of the rope, he seems unsure what to do with it. Where does he tie it, how does he make the sails catch the wind more properly? The little blue Mirror didn't seem very competent despite a life at sea. He was hardly out of the stage of being a hatchling and his retention skills didn't seem great.
Zahi looks up to the furled sails and begins to skitter down to the mast, moving akin to one might imagine an insect, going from point A to point B in quick little blue blurs, his black wings furled on his back, of which he didn't seem to use too much.
When he gets to the mast however he seems to come to an abrupt stop, his movements becoming less decisive as he looks over the rope and knots that kept the sails up. A talon moves to picks at the rope and pull it loose, doing so carefully in an effort not to cut the rope. He'd have to prop himself up on his hind legs and lean against the mast, using both gloved claws now as he finds just picking at isn't enough. He gets the sails free eventually, causing them to unfurl and for the wind to abruptly take them.
He may have have cut some rope in the process and as he now gathers the remains of the rope, he seems unsure what to do with it. Where does he tie it, how does he make the sails catch the wind more properly? The little blue Mirror didn't seem very competent despite a life at sea. He was hardly out of the stage of being a hatchling and his retention skills didn't seem great.
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[left][indent] Petunia listened to the mirror, her head never once dared to turn away from her. She stole a only glance at the tied dragons when they were mentioned, but otherwise stayed focused on Cirina. Her fins flicked upwards, [b]"Understood, captain."[/b] Was all she replied before she rushed away to the prisoners. First, the nocturne hatchling was approached.
[b]"You may walk. Wings will stay tied."[/b] The fae said as her claws worked with care to untie the young dragon's legs. [b]"No trouble."[/b] Petunia instructed and stared at Basil with her head fins up as far as her hat would allow. As if this was enough of and explanation, she hurried over to the skydancer next.
[b]"Captain's orders. You may walk. But wings stay tied."[/b] She explained again for the sake of clarity. Her voice held no tone, as she was a fae, but it was clear and loud for this instance. With the careful claw work done, she dragged the ropes away from the pair. [b]"Keep quiet. Be useful. And no trouble. Or else."[/b] Petunia warned, the fins on her head again spread upwards and out as far as possible.
Her head turned towards the last two stolen dragons to awaken, her fins lowered once more as she changed her path to get as far away from the imperial as possible. She had no desire to be caught in whatever his outburst might cause. [/indent][/left]
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Petunia listened to the mirror, her head never once dared to turn away from her. She stole a only glance at the tied dragons when they were mentioned, but otherwise stayed focused on Cirina. Her fins flicked upwards, "Understood, captain." Was all she replied before she rushed away to the prisoners. First, the nocturne hatchling was approached.
"You may walk. Wings will stay tied." The fae said as her claws worked with care to untie the young dragon's legs. "No trouble." Petunia instructed and stared at Basil with her head fins up as far as her hat would allow. As if this was enough of and explanation, she hurried over to the skydancer next.
"Captain's orders. You may walk. But wings stay tied." She explained again for the sake of clarity. Her voice held no tone, as she was a fae, but it was clear and loud for this instance. With the careful claw work done, she dragged the ropes away from the pair. "Keep quiet. Be useful. And no trouble. Or else." Petunia warned, the fins on her head again spread upwards and out as far as possible.
Her head turned towards the last two stolen dragons to awaken, her fins lowered once more as she changed her path to get as far away from the imperial as possible. She had no desire to be caught in whatever his outburst might cause.
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At the ropes being cut free, Basil began running around like a hyperactive little dragon. It seemed he had some pent up energy. Though he kept tripping due to his wings being tied up, the main things he uses to keep balance.
"I can cook stuff!" Basil said. "I learned how to cook from cookbooks and stuff back at the orphanage. I even came up with my own food like Winterbelle Popsicles! I can be your cool pirate chef on your adventures! Chef Basil, on an awesome sea adventure with pirate miss, pirate mister, the nice Fae, the pretty Skydancer, the loud Mirror, the biiiiiiiig Imperial, and a white Pearlcatcher!"
At the ropes being cut free, Basil began running around like a hyperactive little dragon. It seemed he had some pent up energy. Though he kept tripping due to his wings being tied up, the main things he uses to keep balance.
"I can cook stuff!" Basil said. "I learned how to cook from cookbooks and stuff back at the orphanage. I even came up with my own food like Winterbelle Popsicles! I can be your cool pirate chef on your adventures! Chef Basil, on an awesome sea adventure with pirate miss, pirate mister, the nice Fae, the pretty Skydancer, the loud Mirror, the biiiiiiiig Imperial, and a white Pearlcatcher!"
Nacre was calm in undoing the knots--moving around too much would have attracted the wrong kind of attention.
Though, it was hard to be discreet, having to twist her neck dramatically to maneuver her horn.
She watched as a nocturne hatchling was cut down and her tail lashed at his words.
'Pirates,' He had mentioned.
'A pirate miss and mister.'
Nacre had associated with pirates before, when one stupidly mistook her pearl for one of the ocean--fortuntly, she came out of that relitively unscathed--but she was afraid.
What did they want with her?
Then she began to panic--having realized something very important.
Where was her pearl?!
Nacre undid the last of the knots, which had been surprisingly loose and amateur. The rope wasn't as malicious as it could have been...strange.
However, a thick swath of rope covered her wings--tied manically and in places she couldn't reach.
She was stuck--no doubt on a ship then. Nacre attempted to remain stealthy among the cargo, though her shiny white body betrayed her.
Her focus was entirely on finding her pearl. These pirates also didn't mistake her pearl for treasure...did they?
Nacre was calm in undoing the knots--moving around too much would have attracted the wrong kind of attention.
Though, it was hard to be discreet, having to twist her neck dramatically to maneuver her horn.
She watched as a nocturne hatchling was cut down and her tail lashed at his words.
'Pirates,' He had mentioned.
'A pirate miss and mister.'
Nacre had associated with pirates before, when one stupidly mistook her pearl for one of the ocean--fortuntly, she came out of that relitively unscathed--but she was afraid.
What did they want with her?
Then she began to panic--having realized something very important.
Where was her pearl?!
Nacre undid the last of the knots, which had been surprisingly loose and amateur. The rope wasn't as malicious as it could have been...strange.
However, a thick swath of rope covered her wings--tied manically and in places she couldn't reach.
She was stuck--no doubt on a ship then. Nacre attempted to remain stealthy among the cargo, though her shiny white body betrayed her.
Her focus was entirely on finding her pearl. These pirates also didn't mistake her pearl for treasure...did they?
Chalcedony looked quite bored, now he had turned to trying to hop around the deck, yet all his efforts made the mirror seem a bit more like a fish flopping on the floor, which did not help with anything. seeing two other dragons being untied, he asked
"Hey, when does everyone else get untied?"
While trying to get upright and balance, which was, as you guessed, failing, still pretty badly
Chalcedony looked quite bored, now he had turned to trying to hop around the deck, yet all his efforts made the mirror seem a bit more like a fish flopping on the floor, which did not help with anything. seeing two other dragons being untied, he asked
"Hey, when does everyone else get untied?"
While trying to get upright and balance, which was, as you guessed, failing, still pretty badly
Yang stood and stretched her legs. She didn't know what exactly she was to do, so she simply walked around above deck. Even if her wings were bound, there was no way she could effectively fly, as they were too small to generate enough lift for her body. If anything, they were just for show.
Yang stood and stretched her legs. She didn't know what exactly she was to do, so she simply walked around above deck. Even if her wings were bound, there was no way she could effectively fly, as they were too small to generate enough lift for her body. If anything, they were just for show.
((Sorry for the delay, folks, I got quite busy yesterday and could not get around to reply))
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The ship rocked to one side as Zahi loosened the sails, the wind pulling it gently. After a moment it settled into a rhythm, still slow unless he figured out how to control the rotation of them.
Now that the sails were down, though, a distinct pattern was visible. Not the typical skull and crossbones of piracy, but a more artistic image, evidently personally dyed by some unknown dragon. Smaller sails were simply black, but the main central piece displayed a dragon skull, evidently underwater, with a brightly colored eel weaving out through the eye sockets.
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Cirina held tight to the wheel as the boat shifted, watching her crew follow orders- until the largest of the captives finally woke. Her attention snapped toward him, watching him warily, her wings stiff as she tensed. Even too much movement from him could threaten their ship, for it was quite small. She ended up paying little mind to the childlike Pearlcatcher, and barely registered the irritating maroon Mirror's complaints, as her mind whirled with potential solutions to potential problems the Imperial could cause.
Tentatively, she called out an answer to Hasil. [color=#931364][b]"The ropes come off if you listen to me."[/b][/color] Then she paused. [color=#931364][b]"And what makes you think we care about whatever you were doing? Sit still and maybe we'll just let you off at the next port."[/b][/color] She hoped the unease didn't show in her voice.
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Nacre's pearl, while it may not have been beside her, would not be too far away. It had been taken below deck, safely tucked somewhere in the shadows. Cirina knew full well what it was, and what it meant- at least in theory- and the idea of hiding it delighted her. Too bad for her, she could not enjoy Nacre's reactions to the loss just yet.
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((Sorry for the delay, folks, I got quite busy yesterday and could not get around to reply))
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The ship rocked to one side as Zahi loosened the sails, the wind pulling it gently. After a moment it settled into a rhythm, still slow unless he figured out how to control the rotation of them.
Now that the sails were down, though, a distinct pattern was visible. Not the typical skull and crossbones of piracy, but a more artistic image, evidently personally dyed by some unknown dragon. Smaller sails were simply black, but the main central piece displayed a dragon skull, evidently underwater, with a brightly colored eel weaving out through the eye sockets.
Cirina held tight to the wheel as the boat shifted, watching her crew follow orders- until the largest of the captives finally woke. Her attention snapped toward him, watching him warily, her wings stiff as she tensed. Even too much movement from him could threaten their ship, for it was quite small. She ended up paying little mind to the childlike Pearlcatcher, and barely registered the irritating maroon Mirror's complaints, as her mind whirled with potential solutions to potential problems the Imperial could cause.
Tentatively, she called out an answer to Hasil.
"The ropes come off if you listen to me." Then she paused.
"And what makes you think we care about whatever you were doing? Sit still and maybe we'll just let you off at the next port." She hoped the unease didn't show in her voice.
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Nacre's pearl, while it may not have been beside her, would not be too far away. It had been taken below deck, safely tucked somewhere in the shadows. Cirina knew full well what it was, and what it meant- at least in theory- and the idea of hiding it delighted her. Too bad for her, she could not enjoy Nacre's reactions to the loss just yet.
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Zahi continues to skitter about the deck, ensuring that the sails are hopefully functioning properly. He can't be sure if he's doing everything right, mostly imitating Cirina's efforts to sail the ship from his memory. Once the ships sail is hopefully manageable he continues to skitter about, going to eventually sit port side of the ship on his hind legs, his tail even hanging through the railings and off the side of the ship while he eyes the captives, both free and still bound, from under his skull mask. His little tick reveals itself again as he scratches the deck with the metal talon of one of his gloved digits, and his long tongue seems to slip out of his maw, idly hanging there.
Zahi continues to skitter about the deck, ensuring that the sails are hopefully functioning properly. He can't be sure if he's doing everything right, mostly imitating Cirina's efforts to sail the ship from his memory. Once the ships sail is hopefully manageable he continues to skitter about, going to eventually sit port side of the ship on his hind legs, his tail even hanging through the railings and off the side of the ship while he eyes the captives, both free and still bound, from under his skull mask. His little tick reveals itself again as he scratches the deck with the metal talon of one of his gloved digits, and his long tongue seems to slip out of his maw, idly hanging there.
