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I stand at the edge of the ship watching for the town
(I dived into the water. >:3> )
I crawl onto a log and sits on it for a second hissing as the scar feels as though it was happening all over again then I jump back in continuing...
I land in the water wincing as the cold water hits the scar and I swim towards the shore.
I growl and run to the ship edge, jumping off determined to prove my point of needing to get to the destination.
"I have to go there though!" I hiss in reply becoming frustrated with the non-labeled levers.
(we are above water tho ^^ ) I grab the wheel and realize we aren't moving. "Eh..." I look at the levers and examine them silently.
I slash at his leg with the sword "Give me the wheel or I'll jump off and swim There!" I snarl.
I glare at LoneStar, threatening him not to kid me. I turn back o the wheel and pull it back in the direction I was going.
I pull the blade out and faces Lone "Hand over the wheel!" my eyes blaze with rage and fury.
I ignore the note and faintly remembers the town and realizes it's close by.
I growl and throw the note at Smighter, running to LoneStar I push him away from the wheel and starts going a different direction.
I lay down, trying to calm down as I stare into the stars. Holding the blade beside my nest.
I hear the knocking and follow the noise, grabbing the sword, my mind telling me too and I step into the room.
I slide almost cut my arm "What the hell!" I scream half fearful of what'll reply. I put down the blade and examine the black colored scar, (The...
I clean off my Teeth tasting the Elf's blood and shudders as I pull the sword towards me and I stare at it. Still curious.
I finally find what I'm looking for and pulls it out. A sword from an Orc long ago. When I was able to shift to anything. I hold it and think of...
I slowly edge along the side of the boat and make a mad dash for my cabin slamming the door behind me as I open the memory box and frantically...
"War is not needed. For I've a town to create..." I mutter trying to pull my thoughts together.
I sit in the shelter holding my head after putting away my weapons trying To think of an explanation for what happened.