Crimson Island is a well-known island completely shaded in red. To the foliage, wild life insects, buildings, and normally even the sky, this island is completely crimson. Native to this land are humans who are born with red iris making people believe they are possessed by demons or evil spirits. When coming here, it’d be wise to have some form of protection, or you too could be covered in red…
Deep beneath the surface world, the dark depths of the ocean there was a single small glowing dot. Way below anything that one may say was explored. The green glowing dot got bigger and bigger into it was replaced with a large fished face. Sharp teeth in it's open mouth as he moved up through the water until it got to the surface. Now in a bit clearer of view, the fish himself was huge....at least thirty five feet tall, as his body was extended from the water. His lower half submerged and seemingly protected from view by the currently red tinted ocean. The giant fish was part man definitely, but he seemed much more fish than anything. He looked around, his finned hand coming up to his chin and stroking it. "The surface seems interesting enough...now where is one of these boat things that my people spoke of..." He sounded rather sophisticated, in comparison to how he looked. He was definitely not some kind of normal fish person. He would take a moment to think about it. His body slowly beginning to submerge into the water once again and then began to swim as fast as he could away.
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Ali stepped onto the crimson island with nothing but nostalgia in his mind. Why? The red grass crunched under his feet. The winds of winter had touched this land, but was on the verge of a change in seasons. The sky itself was hugged by a tint of red, the way the two colors met in the middle was like an imaginary lavender line that split man from the gods on this island. Seeing the other marines around, Ali felt like it was best that he take some time to himself and figure out what it would take to get to power to shake the very earth itself. Continuing walking through the crimson forest, he began remembering things that had never touched his mind before, images of a blonde haired man with blue eyes. This same crimson and blue sky. ”Who are you?” Ali asked himself truly speaking to the memory of the man as though it could answer him.
As Ali continued walking he would happen behind an abandoned and wrecked home. The ground surrounding the home was covered in soot, craters, and burn marks. ”Just what the hell happened here?” Ali asked generally once more as he went around inspecting. He walked into the home, looking from the left, upward, then to the right. The bricks that had comprised the home were charred and pierced as though some form of heat with accuracy had hit the home, Ali was curious of what form of ability could do that, and it only brought him to the thought of his fellow officer with the lightning blue hair. Could he have had some connection to what had happened here. ”Doubt it.”
Ali pressed forward his mind set on figuring out what had befell this place. Walking one more step the chore boy marine had yet to notice that he had stepped into a hole and was now plummeting into the basement of the abandoned home where he would fall directly on his face. ”Gaaaaaah!!!” Ali shouted from the realization he broke his nose. ”Of course it’d be me. Great going Ali, how are you supposed to motorboat with a broken nose bruh? Ugh!” Holding his head up as his nose leaked Ali saw something that caught his attention a picture of a family. Two kids, a daughter and a son. A Mother and... a father? Ali looked at the face of the man in the picture that was the supposed father of these children and why could feel his face burning up. Who was this man and why did it bother him that he was with these two children and this woman? Ali had too many questions and was getting frustrated to quickly.
Ali ran toward the wall and jumped up kicking it with all his strength, it did nothing as he merely bounced off of it and onto his head as a lump began forming that pushed him right onto his side. Ali sighed as he lay face down in the dirt for a moment to gather his thoughts.
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-------- An Island as red as the finest wine. They had come here due to her request. She wanted to come here first because maybe there was something that she could easily use to make a redder wine. It was an island of just red. The leaves were read ,the trees were red! Everything was the color and wine, and she was in love. The closer they got to the island, the closer she got to pure ecstasy. The sky was even the color of wine here! She loved every bit of it, and thus when she was able to land on the island, she ran down, making her way to the docks and charging off, dragging a sack with her . She was going to take everything they needed for this part of the island. The dirt, red! Grapes? Red! Everything she needed for a dark wine! She needed to find the reddest grapes and pick them! She would steal everything! First, she ran for the trees, taking everything she could from them. Her grubby hands snatched as much grapes she could find from any tree that could produce grapes. She wouldn't leave them bare for she might return here one day. She counted the grapes, making sure to take care of them, handle them with the most delicate care. She put the grapes into the sack, making sure to not bruise them or throw them in too hard. She had to make sure everything was delicate, nothing broken or messed up. This was her big break! She needed to make sure that she could take what she wanted and get out! You never knew who was watching, or what someone could do if they found out you were stealing from them. Now, one might wonder where the actual raid part of this comes in. What was she stealing? Well, anyone could easily takes grapes and what not from the trees, that wasn't very pirate. Give it a moment. -------- Michelle's heels dug into the red dirt as she moved around. She wanted this dirt. Maybe, just maybe she could drain the dirt and use it as a more harder base for her drink. The greats didn't get to where they were by simply guessing! They had to create! She started scooping dirt into her sack, making sure she had enough, as well as some leaves. She had to make sure to get the basis of everything going on in this island. The redder the item, the redder the wine correct? Of course, she wouldn't use anything like food coloring to actually fake the color of her wine, but there had to be something going on here correct? Either way, she continued to drag more and more dirt into the sack, ready to give up when her hands hit something. She gasped, for that was the reaction of someone hitting something. She drew her hands back, staring at her red hands. They looked drenched in hardened blood, and oddly, she enjoyed it. There was something about it, as if she was wine. The most precious drink came from the soul, but she snapped out of her delusions to look at what she had hit. It seemed that someone had buried a treasure here, or some sort of casing. She nodded, blessed by the wine gods. She stood, took a breathe and kicked her foot downwards. For a moment, she looked foolish, staring at Derek and whatever he may be doing. Good for her, the chest split in half, revealing the treasures inside. She nodded, smiling brightly to Derek. "Look what I found! Look what I found!" She stated fondly as she moved the dirt from the chest and looked to the spilled contents. There was money, lots and lots of money as well as jewelry that could be sold or pawned. "Ahah! Look! A good haul!" Michelle said cheerily, looking for some sort of praise from Derek. It was only them, she needed to do something. Why was she even stuck with him? There was so much they could be doing, but to be stuck together? They didn't like each other that much, but also, they were just different. Maybe she should amend this, fix the problem before it got too big. They were both pirates? Was that not something they could agree upon? She had to n** this before something else happened and they died in a fight. "Hopefully this makes up for the whole leg thing earlier right?" She said chuckling, hoping that would break the ice on this feud situation between them.. -------- -------- -------- ooc: 763/750 [Michelle is a Rookie Pirate]
Technique Name: Way of the Leg Style [WLG] Description: Due to being a chef, Michelle only fights with her legs. She has adapted a set of kicks diverse to herself and her parts in order to keep an opponent on her toes. Due to this, her attack is increased by +5 Requirements: Be Michelle G. Sonto Point Cost: Passive starting Technique.
Technique Name: Winecraft Description: Michelle's greatest dream in life is to create the best wine in the world. In order to do so, she must start slow. compiling different sets of wine to make the best one. This passive ability allows Michelle to start creating different types of wine that follow under the listing of Basic Intermediate and Expert, giving the wines different sets and abilities based on their tier. [All Wines must be made as customs.] This ability gives Michelle +5 Int Requirements: Be Michelle G. Sonto Point Cost: Passive Starting Technique
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♫♪~ Every second is a pure affliction, But I can feel your pain. Choke back the burn of wrath as they violate your name. No sign of innocence in this godforsaken place. When the truth is in your hands, they'll spit upon your face. ~♪
But where was Tawara going now. In the North Blue, Tawara had stumbled upon another island that was very mysterious. A bit creep if you asked Tawara ex marine. Tawara slammed his big boot on the ground. With those massive muscular legs of his. To get the attention of the natives. Who were even more scary looking. They all seemed so feral, and demonic. As if they were possessed by this haunted island. Tawara grinned facing all of them in the face. Beginning to feel as if the natives were surrounding him. One of the natives would try to reach out to him, and talk with him. "Hey, y'know, ya small fry! I ain't come here to make friends. All of ya giv' up everything ya got! Dis' is a raid! I'm a pirate! Bitchez! Dis' is no hurdle to me. I usually don't waste dis' much of ma' breath. Before I superiorly snatch everything ma' prey's got." His kansai accent coming out. He grinned again. One of the natives tried to rush Tawara. However, they were met with his opening huge leg kick. A roundhouse kick straight to the jaw. There was another native that attempted to rush him. However, when the native saw his other native get kicked in the face. The native decided to drop everything he had. Including the beli he had. Tawara smirked. This was beginning to go his way. "Come on. I know most of ya' have somethin' else, too." Tawara spun, trying to break the grip of someone that grabbed him from behind his shirt. Tawara was raiding in some sort of deserted looking area; the floor was concrete, and there were two piped framed freight dollies nearby. Tawara had been right: exhibits used in the area was wide enough to accommodate large things. Tawara yanked one of the natives taking all the beli they had. In cooperation with his raid. The native had allowed Tawara to run his pockets. Tawara then headbutt the native unconscious. It was a normal day for him. There was no questioning his methods. None of the natives here had enough back bone to meet him head on anymore. Tawara saw some loser with a big belly. He decided to punch him in his face, and keep on walking. Tawara whistling. There were some cargo containers that he decided to stumble upon. Tawara looked inside the cargo, and began taking everything that was inside. That included valuables that he could sell off for a good price. Tawara was like a mountain figure because of his tall 6'6" height. And his incredible iron-clad giant muscle-bound body. Tawara considered all his raids like parties. Tawara had a bad expression on his face. As if he was up to no good. But that's what it just was. He was raiding! Tawara had the static expression of someone that was a pirate!
Tawara was beginning to raid, and take all the beli from the natives. This morning. That's one thing that Tawara was good at. Raiding. Tawara had spent half an hour. Just pillaging, and taking from the natives. "Not at first, not for half and hour or so. I had to calm down, reach ma' decision. I'm methodical." Tawara laughed. The natives were so overwhelmed and discouraged. They had no other choice but to listen to this 6'6" man. Tawara was turning them into a wreck, a mess. Tawara took their cloths off their back, hairbrush, makeup, beli. Some of the natives couldn't walk anywhere because Tawara beat them up. Tawara didn't know if they had any other strong challengers around. They all seemed like wimps to him. It was quite simple. A little tacky, but simple. Some of the natives tried to run from him. They were the most foolish of all. Tawara sprinted up to them. Knocking most of them down. While literally elbowing them in the backs of the head(s). And kicking the last one running away. With a spinning roundhouse kick. To the back of the neck. Tawara didn't identify any of them. It was unnecessary. Tawara managed to take their loot. Raiding continued.
"What does it mean? Mean's ya' losers got robbed. ********> In his kansai accent. Tawara raised a middle finger. Walking back to his boat leaving the area. With just bodies beat up. Natives teeth on the ground. Blood laid waste from the natives. Tawara didn't leave any room to where his next destination was. Or where he even exit from. Tawara was good at covering his tracks. Thoroughly. Tawara was gone before any of the natives could wake up.
Murky red lighting seeped through the the ship making the entire ship glow with a reddish hue. There was some worried murmuring happening between crew members. Up in the crow's nest sat Kuro mediating. She wasn't a navigator nor was she in charged of spotting the nearby islands. Being up in the air with the wind flowing through her hair reminded her of home and helped her meditation. Still there was a job to be done now that they had arrived to Crimson Island jumping down and landing gracefully on deck. Most of the crew were already on deck and preparing to help the people on the Island or attempt. Many of the crew members were uneasy with being in what they called 'a cursed island' even the captain was having seconds thoughts about helping out. Demons lived in the island ones who dragged people into the forest to never be seen again. In the end the crew collectively decided to avoid the island. Kuro didn't have the authority to get the crew to stay but she could help those people without the crew.
There was no sneaking out she simply got off the ship with a few supplies; there was a bit of protest from the crew but they were in a bind. They couldn't report her leaving the crew because that would reveal them not doing their job. Forcing both parties to keep silent on both ends. It was easy to tell why most people avoided the island every plants, rock, and animal was a shade of red. Kuro didn't let it bother her after all she had a town to find and help. Listening to her surrounding as she followed the red brick road; faintly hearing the groaning of a person in pain. Following the noise she spotted the first local sprawled in the ground with a vibrant red liquid seeping from his head. It was blood. Rushing to the man's side and lifting his head and placing him on his lap. Kuro pulled a couple of bandages and started to treat the guy's wounds. The man was mugged but at the same time severely beaten up. Whoever did this seem to derive some joy of it. If all they wanted was money the excess beating the man seemed to have received was unwarranted. (387/750 Minor Reimbursement)
So many hours. So many days. Training nonstop for the chaos that occurred a year ago. Now he stood, strong, primed and proper. Sporting this silver armor clad with gold tress and having an ensemble to match his dignified stance. Eyes stared out to the sea - hues of dipped silver and mixed amber. Solemn. Strong. These were the eyes of a boy turning man; a hero who wanted to change the world and do whatever he could to stop evil where it reared its ugly head. There he stood on his ship with marines running about him, his might hammer on his back and shield towed to the arm. Why of course he always through of pirates were involved, combat was to be had as well and even if that wasn't the case, all the better. As many lives as he could save, as many people could see the government was to protect, serve, and honor! He'd do everything he could to protect the weak.
For he was strong.
He'd arrive to the scene of the crime a little late. The call was made to head to a one Crimson Island and find out what had gone down there. With haste he came, Iyame at his side of course, and turned to look back at the rest of the men. They were going to do good today and it made him happy. "Sir! We've arrived on Crimson Island! What're your orders?" He'd shift his head, hammer slamming down onto the deck to give it a hard thud for their attention. Serious as he'd been, his remark needed to hold that same pressure. "As always men we're here for the people first. Spread out to do damage control. Prove medical attention to any and all injured and leave any pirate scum to me."They'd all nod in unison, nodding to their in prompt tu leader whom did the same back to them. Body shifting, his hues turned to Yame."I'll cover the west and south side of the island. You cover the east and north. We're here to do damage control."Offering a smile, he'd ruffle the boys hair before turning back to look out on the sea."If you find any pirates remember, make sure to call me and I'll come to your aide."
Finally they hit land and Enka stopped off with a slow saunter, his feet firmly planted to look about. He'd heard rumors about this place. An island seeped in blood but had never ventured here before. With a flick of a switch his armor came down, the helmet clasping on as he walked onward. Time to be a hero.
STR 275 || SPD 122 || END 53 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 140 || HP 900/900 || SPI 140
White fabric would flourish in the wind as little Iyame Jr. would run as fast as he could to the crime scene. There were only a couple injured people but the hugest issue was crowd control. People were in an uproar after a pirate had stolen all of their belongings and the marines were not there to protect them. A few officers were trying to calm the ever growing crowd but their attempts to quell the rage would be for not.
Iyame would join in, ”Y-yes sir! I’m sorry he took all your beli! We have supplies on the way to help compensate you for your loses! Wh-what? Medical bills! We have doctors here who’ll assi-Hey stop pushing! I-I am too old enough to be a marine! I-I am too an actual marine!” The incessant onslaught of questions and accusations would be cause for anxiety in even the most iron willed marine!
After some hours, people would eventually settle down. Whether they finally understood the marines were here to help or they just ran out of energy was of little concern to Iyame as he would drag his weary little frame over to a nearby bench and plop down. Small hands would search his large bag and find two sandwiches and a juice box. A well deserved treat for a hard working young marine!
”I think papa will be proud of me today! It was exhausting and kinda difficult but I didn’t quit!” Thoughts in his head would swirl about as he would sip from his juice and swivel his feet back and forth on their heel. Yet another day in the life of a helpful little marine!
Upon a naval vessel preoccupied by a trope of Marines both young and old came the latter calmly making to shore. Though he had been a new recruit, his face told many tales of his trials and tribulations before getting to this point in his life.
While the children ran off to go aid those in need nearby, he'd simply watch from afar, taking his time. They were so spry, so youthful, he could remember those days clearly. He polished off the contents in his gourd, the sting of alcohol dragging down his throat as he leapt out onto the land; ever calm.
He helped where he needed to, most of his fellow Marines had the brunt of it handled. Repairs were minor tasks and while people had their wounds tended to Azusa, accompanied by a few other men gathered in a single clearing to create a large camping space. They gathered many of the victims around to their area, those left without food or shelter.
In this space came the chimes of plucked strings and blown flutes along with the smell of cooked meats and fresh produce. And as time passed, Azusa performed. A story through song and dance while his fellow Marines provided food for those in need, young and old, citizen and Marine for every had a long day. Azusa played many instruments, and as he told his story through song he'd switch between them. The epic tale of a pair of twins that journeyed out to sea, the creatures they encountered and the mystical lands they ventured through all to find what their father buried long ago.
As their bellies were filled, their minds were put at ease, kept from worrying about the damage that had been done to the land as it was repaired. They would be reimbursed for their troubles and Azusa would take in any orphaned child and would help find them a good home.
He lift the heavy lifting and the rescuing to the youth, choosing to instead provide moral and emotional support to those in need and a shoulder to cry on to take the burden from their shoulders.
Appeared like another marine ship had arrived and had gone through with helping out the inhabitants of the island. Feet stomping on the ground with a steady rhythm tipped her off, especially when the sound grew louder as they got closer. If it weren't for the freshly applied bandages the marine arriving at the scene may have had confused her with the pirate who attacked the island. It a minor confrontation did happen where she explained the situation of why she was here alone. Simply saying that she took a smaller ship to arrive her sooner. It was a lie to defend the crew she had been in they weren't horrible marines just a tad bit cowardly. Some of the marines helped carry the man on the ground to the village where they were treating everyone.
Following along to find that they were giving out supplies to those who needed it. The one leading the charge appeared to be a little boy? Who was giving handling the situation with a bit more calm than most people would be. The responses he gave to some of the criticisms showed his youth which was quite adorable. With a gentle smile plastered on Kuro's face she wouldn't add on to the young marine's stress from dealing with the town instead she helped out with giving out supplies. Most believe it to be a grunt's work but no one was above giving a helping hand to those in need.
When all the civilians were gone and all that was left was some packing to do Kuro joined the young marine on his lunch break. Not saying anything for a while allowing the kid to eat his food and catch his breath. "Good job with dealing with the town" Kuro would say. Only pulling out an apple to eat finishing it rather quickly before burying it in the ground. "Are you guys heading for the other islands that have been raided? Mind if I tag along" She would have to ask the commanding officer. However if he started off with asking who that was would be an awkward if that was the kid. (550/550 Minor Reimbursement)
Looking through the town, his eyes found nothing but despair wherever it was wrought. This place just looked. . like some kind of monsters had taken to it. It smelled of blood and decay - a certain iron taste was left with the scent, showing just how strong it was. His head reeled in disgust, but kept to pacing, looking about the town with furrowed brow and angered expression under his helm. No, this was still a place with civilians. A place with people. He'd save it all the same, no matter what.
Arriving to a scene of folk whom look. . honestly, very dead pan, he gave a blank wave."Salutations! I'm Lieutenant Enka I. Blackheart! Would one of you mind telling me what exactly happened here?"They all shifted, looking to one another before a bare woman of dark tone spoke. A man had come, screaming and barking, saying he was a pirate. Snatched up everything they had and to that, Enka's face grew grim, not that they could see it of course."Thank you for the report. I'll be sure to take this back to headquarters and find this culprit personally. You have my word!" Blankly they nodded as he shifted on his heel, for a moment walking before taking to the sky and flying off, back to his ship."YAME! YAMEEE! We're leaving! We've got work to do!" He didn't have time to talk and once his comrade was with him, the ship pulled off to its next destination.
STR 275 || SPD 122 || END 53 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 140 || HP 900/900 || SPI 140
The final drops of the juice box would vanish into the young boy sipping the straw. His wimsical and careless disposition brought peace to those that saw him. As if his childish nature brought hope of a brighter future. The juice box would find its way in a trash bin as the boy would toss out any other junk in his large bag. His job seemed to be done here and it seemed like everything had calmed down here. As the child marine dusted his hands off, the words of a fellow marine would call out to him.
”Hm? Oh hi! It was nothing. I’m just glad everyone here will get some of their stuff back.” An undying need to help others was apparent in the young boy’s genuine happiness that the villagers were getting help. Junior would then hear her speak about joining them on the other calls that were coming in. It seemed that pirates were making themselves busy all through out the blues. This village had a few injured but it was mostly just theft, however, the same might not be said for the other villages if they didn’t respond quickly. ”I don’t see why y-“
Enka’s words would capture his attention. ”Oh I gotta go but you should definitely join us! The more marines the safer people will feel!” White fabric would bellow in the wind as he would dash off towards Enka’s ship. So young and yet so eager to lay his life on the line for the people. Iyame was of a rare breed. His olive eyes filled with hope and the desire to protect while still keeping that childish innocence lit within. Truly a marvel in his own right. As he would board the ship, he would wave at the citizens of the village once the ship was starting to leave. He would receive a few waves from the people. ”I hope they’ll be safe without us there...” He would think to himself as he would set sail for another island in peril.
(OOC: The selflessness of this exit...) Word Count: 340
The water was a deep blue when he had left Swallow Island, food in hand and no longer starving as he had a very happy and full belly for the first time in his twenty eight years of life, no struggling for anything and every scrap. Letting out a low breath of relief as he would open his eyes to suddenly see everything dyed crimson. He blinked a few times as if to clear the color from his vision, but nothing had changed before his sight, everything was crimson, as he looked down only his boat and he himself were not of the color of blood. A strange chill rolled through his spine as he would glance over the side of the boat to see the crimson tides that rolled almost sickeningly like a fresh flow of blood, his stomach churned slightly as he would close his eyes again and let out a slow breath. Cyril wasn't particularly squemish in the face of blood, but a large amount like this made even his stomach churn, the prickle of unease continued as he felt goosebumps rise along his flesh, "This is disturbing." he murmured as the water drug him towards the sandy...well he was sure it was a beach and not just solid rock? It was hard to tell when everything was a deep red, texture was lost on him when he was this far away. When the sand bar unexpectedly reached the bottom of the boat he would be ejected in the most ungraceful manner from the lone man boat, a groan escaped from him as he would stand up while dusting off red sand from his clothes. The red particles glittered upon the blue and he would be minorly fascniated with the sight, but it wasn't as interesting as the color of his boat, which had been partially dyed red from the ocean. He glanced up to witness the deep blue farther out that had a single cut through the red from his entry, it was slowly closing like a wound in the crimson. Another shudder went through him, he very much didn't like this place what was worse was when he raised his nose to take in the scent of the island he could smell people living here. A groan escaped him as he turned on his heel to head into the crimson forest that surrounded the island, "I have a horrible feeling about this." he mumbled as he made his way through the dense overgrowth. Every last leaf and every piece of foliage, including the flowers were all a crimson color as if the entire w
Upon entering the town he would be able to see that it actually had different colors, but at the sight of the people he would take note of the red irises that surrounded their pupils. Another shiver, "Welcome to Crimson Island. Where the town of seer's reside." the voices of those present all stated in unison while staring at him. Cyril felt somewhat annoyed, the voices were going to give him a headache as he entered into the town while staring at the many that populated the area. It was eerie how they all turned to stare at him as he moved along the are, "Cyril Montague. Dragon Minkman hailing from the phantom island of Zou." he looked around as they all continued to speak, "Tossed away so young to appear in Capital Fang." they continued as he walked on through them as if being pulled by an invisible hook, "Future terrorizer of the Blues." they almost sounded worshipping, "We request your word to not destroy this place consciously." they stated softly. He stopped at that and turned to look around, "Give me all your beli then." he stated simply as he would stare at the people around him. Within moments a bag would be placed in front of him, he'd easily lean down and take it but as he turned to go he would see the way had been blocked by many people. His eyes narrowed as the many red irises stared back at him, "She requests to see you." they whispered sounding almost mystified, "Who?" he questioned turning around to see that the people made a path that led towards a colorful home with varying shades of blue and red. He'd sigh and walk along as the people continued to stare at him and within a few moments he would find himself inside the house, the smell of burning sage assualted his nose and the sight of a true minkman greeted him, the blue furred female stared at him with her large red eyes that seemed to flash with curiosity, "Welcome." she stated in a soft voice that was completely alone, no echos from her puppets outside, it was almost strange after hearing them all speak in unison. The woman continued to stare at him without really seeing him, he noticed the mirror and the table before him as she would stir, her full stature was short, but the gesture she gave him was clear, she wanted him to sit.
Pushing the beli into his jacket he would take a seat in the opposite chair, when he did finally sit completely still she'd pull the mirror closer to her, "You have not come to seek me." she stated quietly, Cyril confirmed this with a nod of his head, "Most come here with that intent....you make me curious young man." she murmured softly her tail swishing lightly, "I wish to look to your future. May I?" she questioned as she would glance at the mirror to see her reflection. Cyril shrugged and she would giggle softly, "Good." she murmured as she would pass a pale furred human hand over the mirror and push it to him. He'd stare down at it and suddenly find himself unable to see anything, "What the-?!" he'd surge up as pain ran through his entire being and a shock of pain rolled through his head as he felt something bleeding from the side of his head. The womans voice echoed, "I see it, the future you are headed towards, the seven unholy pirates that will bring destruction upon the lands. The lion's sin of pride is within your future." the voice that had been calming had now started to hiss in his ear, "You will experience much pain and shed blood of those who stand righteous. The six who are to join you, the boar of gluttony, a woman you have yet to meet..." she growled as the image of red flashed before his eyes and he would screech in an agonizing wail, "The ram of lust, a female who seems to follow the boar in her endeavors." the voice whispered now and he'd see a flash of something he couldn't put name or face too, another pulse of pain racked his body and he'd feel something start to exude from his skin, a burning heat. The woman laughed, "I see them....the grizzly sin of sloth....the snake's sin of envy, the fox's sin of greed and the dragon's sin of wrath all await you." she growled as more pains shot through his body, "You will become a darkness plaguing the land...." she hissed as his sight seemed to return and within the mirror he'd see his missing horn, or rather the shape of it that was a blue flame. His entire body exuded the fire and created the beast he was related too, his pain was ripping him apart and driving him mad, within moments he reached a hand out and the house burst into gigantic blue flames that started to engulf the town. The echoing laugh of the people made him angry as wings shot from his back and he would find himself airborne...fleeing. Fire raged in his wake as he let out a roar, the seer had done something to him. He couldn't understand what it was, but it was immensely painful and the farther he flew the less pain he felt. Cy's head slowly stopped pounding and as he made it to the beach his flames and his wings would vanish. He crashed down into the red sand and stayed there breathing hard, in the distance he heard a loud echoing cackle that was almost maniacal, he growled as he managed to stand up and crawl into his boat hoping to escape whatever had just happened. Irritation flowed through him as he would take to paddling away attempting to forget the words spoken to him, there was no fear in him, but a burning ambition to lead a dangerous crew like the woman had spoken of was a sudden goal. As he reached the edge of the red dyed waters he'd hear her again, 'The lion's sin of pride has awakened...' it whispered causing him to growl in agitation. A burn had spread across his back in the shape of a lion's head without his knowledge. He left.
[ Minor Raid/ First Tier Destruction 1,500/1,500 ]
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