Taking What's Ours (Callipsia, Kel)

by **Tydus Tempest** on March 8th, 2014, 12:09 am

12th of Spring, 514

The sea. It was an extremely harsh master. Its power was unbelievable, sparking awe and fear in the young man as he allowed a quiet prayer in Fratava to his lord Laviku, "Laviku... my dear master and God, please guide the Tempest pod in our pursuits..." The young man allowed the prayer to escape him in breaths as he looked around him.

It was early in the morning, Syna's lights spilling over a clear sky as the Tempest scion realized something, the two youngest women of the pod already gone to do... something, and it looked as if they had taken Adney with them. There are... six of us. In a single Casinor. This is completely unacceptable. We need to settle this out. We need at the very least, one ship. More than that, really. Each of us need one... But let's start where we can. A breath escaped the Tempest's lips as he lowered his hand to the water, the cool water washing over his fingertips as waves.

The effect was instantaneous. He felt the impression of the sea, his seventh 'ocean sense' becoming available to him as a world of space opened up to him. He could sense more than a thousand presences in the water beneath him, his mind almost overwhelmed by the feeling of omniscience that Laviku's mark bestowed upon him. He allowed a gasp to escape his lungs as the pure, undeniable rush filled his mind, feeling the presence of schools of fish swimming within the sea beneath him. He called for a single fish to rise through the water, swimming separately from the school it belonged to.

In twenty ticks, the fish's scales caressed the young man's fingers, the tickling feeling moved along his fingertips and along his wrist. He chuckled at the feeling, grinning before he grabbed the fish from the ocean itself, willing the fish to stay still rather than the predictable floundering about that would occur if he were not marked by the God of the Sea. He willed its suffering to lesson as he called out to his podmates, the ones left in the Laviku's Wrath, "Kel! Callipsia! We need to get a boat. Another casinor, at th' least." The sentence was spoken softly, the Svefra not entirely sure if the pod heard him. And he didn't care, either.

He could see something in the distance, just over the horizon, what looked to be a sail rising in the distance, the white cloth flapping in the wind. In a number of ticks, the small boat began to move forward, towards Riverfall. Even the visage of a portly man could be seen, the man obviously not a Svefra, for the race was a fit one, strong and lean from their life along the sea. Was he... sailing a Svefra's ship?Why... NO. NONONO. Why is one of the landlubbers driving one of OUR boats? No. NO. A sense of fury began to build in the Svefra's mind as he looked over to his podmates, watching the casinor as it moved closer along before turning, the portly bastard throwing a net overboard. A fisherman...

He looked over to his podmates, stepping forward from the edge of the casinor the three were on, taking the fish with him, with the intent of having the Lia use it as their sacrifice to Laviku, "Lia! There's a boat in the distance. Look's to be one of the landlubbers driving OUR boats. A casinor. We should do something about that, shouldn't we?"

- Tydus Tempest

by **Kel Tempest** on March 8th, 2014, 4:09 am

Day 12 of Spring in the Year 514 AV

The sun beat down on the city of Riverfall. The dock were busy as usual, workers milling about, ships pulling in and out of the harbor, loaded with their goods. Merchants oversaw their wares as they were unloaded. Akalak were busy greeting new visitors and handing out maps. Fishermen hauled their catch in, the scent of fish permeating the air. All and all, it was a typical day out at the Riverfall docks.

A shirtless man reclined in his chair atop of the Laviku’s Wrath cabin. His pod and gnosis tattoos shimmered in the sunlight as he soaked in the rays. A mug of ale hung from the Svefra’s hand as he slumped in his seat. His eyes were half closed, chest rising and falling as he slumbered aboard his ship.

A sea otter lay on its back contently, basking in the sun beside the black haired Svefra. A little paw wrapped around one of the Svefra’s finger as they enjoyed the warmth together, getting away from the crowded cabin. Cracked clam shells lay discarded next to the sleeping mammal. A soft snoring sound came from the two as the ship floated idly by the pier.

Tydus’ voice shook the two from their slumbering state. “Whaa? Wh, whooa, WHOOOA!” A look of surprise and horror lit up Kel’s half conscience face as his chair tipped backwards. He lost his balance as and was dumped from his seat. The mug flew in the air as it was thrown free from his grasp and Kel disappeared from view as he toppled off the cabin roof. Jenkins leapt into the air, startled, sending clam shells scattering everywhere. Curses floated up faintly from behind the cabin, near the wheel.

A few moments later, Kel popped into view, stumbling to his feet, irritation written across his face. He had a knife in his hand and was waving it around wildly as he staggered around, still not fully awake. He placed a hand against the cabin roof to steady himself and took a deep breath, trying to organize his scattered brain. He looked around and saw that there wasn’t a threat and let out a sigh of relief.

He pointed the knife at Tydus and glared. "Petch Ty, don’t do that to me. You nearly had me shyke my pants…” The Svefra could feel his heart racing inside his chest. Jenkins scurried across the roof towards him, chittering wildly. “I know, I know. It’s just Ty. I told him to watch himself…” The sea otter seemed to calm down but continued to dart from one edge of the roof to the other.

Kel stabbed the blade hard into the wood of the roof and hilt wobbling in the air. Kel strode across the deck and picked up his mug. He raised it to his lips and drank the last remaining drops of liquid before slamming it back down on the cabin.

”Ight, mate. What’s this you goin on about? A boat?” Kel hurried to the gunwale and looked out across the waters. He could see a small dot on the horizon. He couldn’t tell if it were Svefra or not but he took Tydus’ word on it. He didn’t care if it was or not. He wanted to check it out. Possibly rough someone up.

He snatched up his trident and spun it in the air, confidently. A wide grin plastered itself across his face. “Alrighty mate, let’s do this.” He let out a whoop. It was a good day to go a huntin’.

by **Callipsia Tempest** on March 11th, 2014, 8:45 am

Visi slithered over Callipsia's resting body.

As the Lia inhaled and exhaled with the waves, she let her new Tavan explore her body curiously. She laid peacefully on the boat with her pod, basking in the silence and the sun as the others were. In all the madness of the past few days, it felt good to simply...rest a moment. To regroup her thoughts, and gather herself back up again. Yes, she had to be a leader - but she als o had to have her own sanity. And now...the young Lia had to get to know Laviku's new calling to her.

Occasionally, she would feel Visi's cool tongue flick against the skin of her leg; perhaps under the skin of her neck, or the midriff of her fitted white shirt and the cotton brown pants. In a rare turn of events, when left to her own devices, Callipsia was smiling. Each morning, she found herself giving thanks to Laviku for his Pardisa, and giving thanks for the Tavan that seemed permanently entwined to her body since they met two days past.

Visi found her belly button, and the snake pulled her length back a few inches to inspect it with a cocked head, before nudging it with her muzzle gently. The Lia laughed girlishly at the ticklish sensation and sat up to look the snake in the eye, feeling a bit silly. The girl collected the snake up by wrapping it's bladed tail up in her hand and Visi's head craned back to look at her's curiously, blue tongue tasting the air now and then.

"What is so funny in my belly button, eh?" Callipsia found herself asking the snake softly. It stared at her for a second, before shaking it's head, and nuzzling against her face. The gold of Visi's belly shone under the sun as retwined around her neck loosely, the majority of her massive, blue and black striped body looping around Calli's torso. The silent affection was a comfort to Calli, her Tavan's spirit playful when her own was drab. It was a fresh breeze after a storm; one the inexperienced Lia needed all too much.

Then there were shouts, ruckus, Kel tumbling from the roof with grumbles of shyking his pants. Knowing such times of peace were done, she met Visi's eyes and sighed begrudgingly. The snake tightened on her body, and seemed to tug her in the direction of the commotion, hissing in chastisement of her reluctance. "Alright, alright!" She agreed, before straightening herself and retying her sash at her hips; it was dyed in the same color patterns as Visi's scale patterns, blue and black striped on one side, with yellow tips at the ends and back.

As she came around the side of the boat to face Kel and Tydus, the former had a trident in his hand and an eager look about him that concerned the young leader slightly; the latter, a fish writhing in his hands, an anger burning in his eyes. Callipsia tilted her head at her pod-brother with a concerned face as Visi stretched her body out to examine the fish in Tydus' hand.

"Lia! There's a boat in the distance. Look's to be one of the landlubbers driving OUR boats. A casinor. We should do something about that, shouldn't we?"

"Wh-what?!" The words slipped from her as the shock set in, pushing past her brother to jump up on the rail of the boat and grabbing a rope to stabilize herself as she peered into the distance. The snake slid off of her in the wild action and plopped in front of Tydus, looking up at him with her tongue flicking out here and there around his legs as though asking permission to crawl upon him and say hello.

Callipsia was blessed with clear eyes, and that was clearly a non-Svefra sailing upon a casinor that belonged to the Tempest pod, not three weeks ago. Even in her quiet demeanor, something...burned. She remembered how Lia Tatianna treated the non-Svefra not blessed by Laviku. There was no hesitation in those moments, no second thoughts. Just a bloody deck and a lesson for the pod-children. With a heavy sigh, she turned to face her pod-brothers. In their faces, there was no hesitation, no second thoughts. Yes, she wanted back her casinors, as badly as they did. Living on one wasn't going to work for long.

Let them do with him as they will, The Lia found herself thinking. Nobody said you have to be the one to slaughter the man aboard. You just have to give the order.

You just have to give the order.

Stepping down from the rail, Callipsia waved a nervous, but steady hand to Kel to join her and and Tydus. Pulling her eating knife from her boot, she took the fish from Tydus' hand and closed her eyes.

Speak to Laviku. Don't speak to them. They don't exist.

"Laviku, Father of waves, master of it's creatures, hear our prayers," Her voice began softly, though both men could probably hear. "Please accept this sacrifice in your honor...as we seek to take back what is rightfully ours. Please bless the blade of pod-Brother Tydus, bless the trident of pod-Brother Kel, and bless my fists."

Callipsia tried to think of a more inspirational way to end it, the way a good Lia would, to inspire her brothers; but as the blood rushed to her face, and she realized she was speaking to more than just her god, she realized that wasn't to happen. Slicing open the fish, she brazened three wavy lines akin to what could have been the ocean waves, or snakes, or tentacles; they were poorly cut, and she didn't bother explaining. Dragging the blood down her non-tattooed arm, she did so on the other two gently, always making eye contact as though asking their permission before doing so to complete the blessing.

"D-do you think that'll do, then?" Callipsia found herself found herself asking Tydus as she moved to streak the blood on Kel. Visi squeezed her body in punishment at the question, she was sure. A Lia needs approval from no man. She'd have to remember that for the future.

For now, the only future she cared about was getting that petching foreigner off of that casinor.

by **Tydus Tempest** on March 12th, 2014, 7:31 am

When the prayer was spoken, Tydus felt the hands of time move backward, propelling the young man's senses to a time when the previous Lia, Tatianna, had spoken words of a paralleling nature. He imagined listening to Callipsia and Tatianna's voices meld into one as Laviku was being praised and asked for favour, his heart pacing wildly in his chest as his eyes closed. Tydus lost the blasphemous image of the fisherman and the Casinor he most assuredly stole away from one of the few surviving Svefra from the wreckage. In place of the fisherman, in his mind, lingered the image of a pocketclock.

Tick.

The sound invaded the Svefra's mind, the newly-inaugurated Lia's voice drowned out as Tydus imagined Tatianna winding the timepiece she had looted in a raid. She had since carried it upon her person at all times, using it in conjunction with her map and compass to navigate the icy waters of Avanthal, where it was next to impossible to navigate by sheer force of will alone. He stared forward with eyes unseeing as he envisioned the faces of his Pod as they watched in mysterious envy of the timepiece, clearly imagining the visage of each young man and woman that he had been close to, an illusion of their essence placed in the distant casinor, haunting the young man.

Tock.

Helplessness rose through the Svefra's mind as each image burned into his brain in turn. First, it was a past lover. Then, a brother. After... a trusted mentor. All the while, the infuriating sound of the timepiece haunted his mind, the Svefra clenching his fists against the bulwark of the casinor they were upon as Kel sailed them in the direction towards the Tempest casinor that had been stolen. Just when Tydus' mind cleared enough for the Svefra to see past the faces of his pod upon the casinor's deck, the name of the casinor came into view. The words Tatianna's Fury were clearly emblazoned upon the starboard side of the ship, which was facing the trio at a distance of thirty meters.

Tick.

Fingernails tore into the bulwark, the Tempest scion's breath becoming thick, ragged as the memories stirred him even further. The timepiece continued to sound in his mind, the beating of his heart in synchronization with the time piece for not a moment longer, the soft thumps of the organ became more violent. The blood pulsed in his brain, his face flush, pounding as he felt his fingernails drag against his cuticle. Without him noticing it, the Svefra had begun to squeeze horribly tight against the bulwark, droplets of blood staining the railing of the bulwark, but pain was lost upon the Tempest.

Tock.

Thirty meters were traversed in a matter of moments, and Tydus moved from the bulwark towards the lines that kept the ship's sails in place. He relied upon Kel to turn the ship out of the wind's graces, to slow the ship down so that Tydus could safely undo the knots keeping the sails taut and supported in the wind. He needed to reel the sail and slow it down all the further. In truth, this was a one man's job, the casinor too small to truly need more than a single sailor to operate it, but Tydus was no longer in the mindset to simply wait for Kel to do the task himself. He tied the sail against the ship's mast, both hands working along the lining of thick rope.

Firstly, the young man wrapped the end of the line against the mast, subsequently crossing the line over itself and layering it upon the mast a second time. He allowed a breath to escape his lungs before he loosened the second tie through, making a space between the two lines of rope, and Tydus slipped the rope in the space. He pulled the line so that it was taut against the mast, securing the hitch before he turned back towards the casinor, bright eyes of Laviku's blood wide, unblinking as he waited for the casinor to come to a complete stop beside the other.

Silence.

The timepiece was lost to the Svefra's mind as fists clenched for a second time, nails turned raw by the earlier machinations. Blood trickled along the young man's fingernails as his left, and less bloody hand, reached for the cutlass on his right side, closing his fist around the blade's hilt as he awaited instructions to board.

by **Kel Tempest** on March 13th, 2014, 8:14 am

Kel yawned and set the trident against the cabin wall. The Black haired Svefra strode over to the dock and quickly picked up the knotted rope that kept the ship from floating away or rubbing against the other ships moored beside it. He untied his vessel from the pier and tossed the rope back into his ship before hurrying back to the stern.

The boat started to drift away from the dock and he jumped back up on the cabin roof. The Svefra grabbed ahold of the spar that had the sail tied to it and undid the clasps. He clutched the line beside the boom and began pulling on it, hand over hand. The sail slowly rose and began to catch the wind. When the smaller sail was fully raised, he jumped off the roof and settled behind the wheel.

Kel grabbed the rope, looping around the peg on the wheel and tossed it off, letting it hang on the rail behind it. He steered the vessel out towards deeper water, the vessel cruising along slowly as he dodged other boats.

Finally, when he deemed it safe enough, Kel set the looped rope back over the peg and strode across the deck. The ship swayed slightly in the water from the wake of passing ships. He repeated the same procedure to the main sail as he did the boom. When the main sail caught the wind, the craft jerked forward. The boat began to increase its speed as the bigger sail caught the breeze.

He nodded in satisfaction and balanced on the deck as the ship began swaying more, now that the main sail was out. Kel grabbed the wheel and tossed off the rope that kept the boom from swinging around. He stood off to one side so he could see around the sail as he aimed the bow towards the stolen casinor.

They made good time as they flew through the water, the sun shining down upon them. Kel felt the wind coming off the sea whip through his black hair, raising goose bumps across his flesh. The man with the stolen craft, quickly grew closer. Kel was about to tighten the main sail to slow the vessel, when Tydus silently stepped forward and did it. The black haired Svefra spun the wheel, boom swinging overhead, slowing the boat down slightly so Tydus could do his work.

“Calli, grab the grappling pole from inside the cabin. You’re gonna need it to grab ahold of the other ship.” A hint of a command crept into his voice as he eyed the Lia of their pod. He was always pushing his leaders to the brink of exasperation, always testing the waters, so to speak, to see what he could get away with. So far his Lia hadn’t done anything to impress him or deem her worthy to be followed.

He scoffed quietly to himself but focused as the other boat drew closer. Kel let the wheel go, ducking under the boom as the spars swung through the air. He grabbed ahold of it when the sail listed and went flat. The ship slowed considerably, coming almost to a complete stop next to the small fisherman’s boat.

Kel arched an eyebrow and hefted his trident in one hand, snatching up his kukri and shoving it under his sash against his lower back and jumped onto the railing, grabbing a hold of the line. The fisherman looked up startled from his casinor, a hint of fear creeping into his eyes as he saw the three, rough looking individuals carrying weapons.

“Well mate, I see yehr’ sailin’ on of our ships ‘er. What do yeh’ think we are gunna say ‘bout that, eh?”

He smirked and jumped the small gap from the railing onto the stern of the other casinor. He hoped that Callispa listened and connected the two ships together, otherwise they would drift apart and cause a lot of unnecessary hassle. His tattoos gleaned in the light as he descended upon the trembling man. Kel pointed the trident at him, their razor sharp edges gleaming menacingly.

“So, yeh’ gonna tell us where yeh’ got ahold of this hurr Svefra vessel or are we gunna’ have to git’ out’a yeh’ all unpleasant like?”

by **Callipsia Tempest** on May 5th, 2014, 9:21 am

As the boat drifted from the dock, Callipsia felt Visi writhe back upon her hips and blush warm her cheeks, hot from a mix of flustered emotions. Her heart pounded on her chest like the war drum that commanded the strokes of oars on the old Palivar, and the girl found questions racing in her mind.

Discipline was key to ruling a Pod. Here, this would be her first chance to demonstrate how she would discipline outsiders who messed with the Pod. But how should she go about that? Nervously she shifted her weight side to side, letting her hand twine within Visi's tail as she considered her options. Mercy? No. Not even quiet Callipsia wanted mercy. He stole one of their boats. Their casinors. She didn't care how much he apologized, groveled, or begged - he would know the Tempest name before the day was out.

Killing? No, too extreme. That was Tatianna's way with many of these people.

I was not sent an Octopus, She reminded herself willfully as she stroked her Tavan's scales. I am not Tatianna.

“Calli, grab the grappling pole from inside the cabin. You’re gonna need it to grab ahold of the other ship.”

Before she had time to think on it further, Callipsia bit her lip and turned to Kel with vehement eyes and arched brows. "Does't now?" She found herself asking. "Bein' raised on a ship, I wouldn' know what a grapplin' pole does, would I?" She shoved passed him to grab it, having taken an obvious offense at the patronization. Visi offered a hiss to the back of her throat. She was too upset with Kel to notice that in her anger with him, her stutter had refrained. She merely grabbed the grappling pole - trying to ignore that in this act, she was following his instruction - and moved back to the bow of the boat.

Only to find Kel boarding without her permission. Cursing under her breath, Callipsia hurried along and used the grappling hook to pull the boats together, then using rope from a nearby knob to tie a quick and secure knot around it to essentially fasten the boats to one another in a tidal embrace, before running overboard as Kel raised his trident to the man's face.

Before she could interject, the man bumbled down backwards on his own balance, the reek of alcohol and urine emanating from him as he began bumbling at his own words in an incoherent mess. Releasing a heavy sigh, the Lia stepped in front of Kel, grabbed the man by his collar, and half lifted-half slammed his weight against the wall of the cabin next to him, Laviku's tumultuous rage crashing at him in her gaze. Visi's neck popped a foot off of her side, coiled and ready to strike.

"I am Callipsia, Lia of th'Tempest Pod," she stated clearly to the man, desperately trying to find control in the situation again. "You're- you be sailin' my boat. I migh' be kinder-w'll, sorta kinder t'you than my brothers. I think y'should swim y'er way back, b'fore they do - well, do somethin' t'you."

It looked, for a moment, as though her demeanor, coupled with the menace of Visi's glare had worked. But then - somewhere in this drunkard's brain, questions came, and perhaps not the intelligence he rightly needed. "Tempest - weren't you that Pod that shipwrecked a few weeks ago? Weren't you all dead?"

Callipsia wasn't sure what came first. Her punch aimed across his face with her right hook, or Visi's venemous bite to his right leg. "How dead does tha' feel?!" She cried in his face, before tossing him at the feet of her brothers.

With eyes ablaze, she looked at him, and looked at them both. "Don't kill him," She ordered. "Leave him good enough - er, alive enough - to swim back...but make it painful.An' bloody. Make 'im regret every word he jus' said." She added a kick to his back, noticing her earlier blow drew blood on his nose. Eyes leveling at Kel, she added, "That's an order."

by **Tydus Tempest** on May 15th, 2014, 5:16 am

Petching normals... they craved that which they were unable to possess. The fine craftsmanship of a Svefra ship. It made sense, given that the Svefra were the best-suited to seafaring and thus, their ships were inevitably better than the rest when it came to sheer maneuverability and ease of use, there was little question in Tydus' mind of this. Though, the fact of their superiority did nothing to soothe the Tempest's thoughts, or calm his mind when related to the stealing of ships. Their ships.

A harsh scowl wore itself upon the Tempest scion's features as he flashed back to the decimation of the Pod, the disaster which haunted the Tempest's nightmares. Fire and driftwood flashed through his thoughts, screams audible as his fists tightened with rage. No... not now.

The memories were pushed aside in favour of the moment, though, a laugh escaping his lips as the Lia gave permission, unneeded in the Svefra's rage, to 'rough' up the normal that dared trespass onto the ship of a Laviku-blessed. The Tempest stepped forward, more than eager to follow the Lia's orders in this particular scenario, but he decided to make the damage deal a more... lasting impression.

The Svefra aimed a kick at the normal, crouched on the floor as he was, his foot aimed with deliberate force to the man's ribs. When the blow connected, the normal inevitably coughed aloud, turning onto his back, staring up at the sky, but his view was quickly impeded by the Tempest's body. Metal slid across metal as the Tempest withdrew his blade from his waist, sea-blue eyes locking with the normal's dull, mundane coloured orbs.

It was then that Tydus pulled at the weave of his djed, the action so natural, the magic of Hypnotism, in its natural, instinctive form of use, occurring to him easily, the Svefra channeling his djed from the depths of his soul and layering it into his eyes, using them as the medium from which the magic exuded. Tydus did not speak this time around, unwilling to waste words on the scum. Djed streamed from the Svefra's soul, the Tempest scion's gaze locked utterly and totally with the invader as he narrowed his gaze, casting about an aura intent on intimidating as he wove fear as an emotional response in the normal's mind. The fear did not make itself apparent immediately, the Svefra frowning at his failed attempt at innovation before he resorted to words, instead.

"You son of a shyke... Stealing a casinor from a Svefra? You should beg for your pathetic life..."

The words dripped with the same intent of delivering fear into his target, the effect making its presence known this time just before Tydus raised his blade, driving it down on the normal's hand, puncturing through it, the sound of steel tearing through flesh, then wood crashing to the senses, though it was immediately followed by deep, agonized screams. It absolutely dripped with the fear that the Svefra imposed.

A grin marked itself upon his features as a euphoria washed over him, an almost giddy laughter manifesting within the Svefra as he took a step back, "I'll let you have a turn, brother. I'm sure you want to smack him around a bit."

by **Kel Tempest** on May 17th, 2014, 1:05 am

A wide grin stretched across the Svefra’s face as he loomed over the cowering sailor, trident held loosely in one hand. He could feel something slowly coming alive, a stirring in his chest. They were things he had tasted before. Things he had grown to crave.

Power. Control.

It was like an addiction to sent ecstasy into the black haired Svefra’s mind. He felt a rush of adrenaline whenever he had dominance over his opponent. When a person had no chance of overpowering him and was left completely at the sea dweller’s mercy. Even though the man was weak and defenseless, it didn’t lessen the feeling of supremacy the Svefra had riling up inside of him.

Kel watched humorously as Tydus stepped back, his podmate’s expression tight with anger, knuckles turning white as he gripped his sword tightly. Kel could feel the alleged leader of their pod’s fury as well and it almost made him chuckle. Personally, he didn’t care one way or another whether the craft was stolen.

He was never one to feel sentimental about the Svefra culture. It had never done him any favors. He didn’t owe it anything. If anything, it owed him for taking away one of the few things he cared about. Kel respected Laviku, the sea, combat prowess and revenge. He cared little for anything outside of those few things.

The shirtless Svefra spun his trident and set the pronged blades down on the deck with a dull thud. He rested both hands on the butt of his weapon and stared down at the terrified sailor, a ghostly smile hovering at the corners of his lips.

“Well mate, yeh’ have officially pissed of teh’ remains of teh’ Tempest pod.”

The fisherman was barely able to maintain eye contact with the former Greytide member; he was shaking so bad as Kel loomed imposingly over him. The man began to babble almost incoherently as he tried to explain himself.

“N-n-no, no, no…y-y-you don’t under…under…understand! The casinor w-w-was a g…gift! Please don-“

His words turned into a scream of pain as Kel swiftly lifted his trident and slammed it back down as hard as he could on the man’s foot. Three jagged prongs sliced through flesh and bone until it completely passed through the foot pinning it into the deck below, trident tips wedging into the wood. The man’s scream faded as he ran out of oxygen puttered out, turning into pitiful moans. The fisherman instinctively leaned forwards and wrapped both hands around the shaft of the trident to pull it out the foreign object.

Kel reached around behind and wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his kukri from where it sat securely against his lower back and yanked it free, slashing the sharp blade across the sailor’s fingers. The fisherman cried out again, tears streaming down his face, snatching his bleeding hands back and cradling them to his chest.

The Svefra crouched down and teased the man, pointing the blood smeared knife close to his face. The alleged thief jerked back from the weapon, cowering against the gunwale of the casinor and weeping softly to himself.

“Hurt me?” Kel grinned as he finished the man’s sentence. “Well yeh’ shoulda’ spoke up, mate. Coulda’ been savin’ yeh’ a lot of pain.” Kel tsked loudly as he shook his head sadly.

“Yeh’ see, whether or not tis’ be a gift, me podmates don’t seem teh’ care much.” Kel flicked the blade up and over his shoulder, gesturing to the other Tempests. He watched as the man’s eyes flicked between them and the knife wielding Svefra.

“W-w-what are you g…gonna do?”

The man’s lower lip quivered pitifully as his tear stained face stared at the Tempest. Kel trailed the kukri against the man’s face, almost seeming to caress his jaw line. Little by little, the Svefra pressed the blade harder and harder until it broke the skin, blood welling up from the cut. The man winced and jerked back, smacking his head against the railing, no longer having any room to escape the blade.

Kel stared hard at the man, a dark light swirling dangerously in his Laviku blue eyes.

“We’re gonna be havin’ some fun wit’ yeh, mate.”

Legend

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Kel's Common

Kel's Thoughts

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by **Alyra** on August 18th, 2014, 11:04 pm

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