pirates. we need to talk.

pirates. we need to talk.

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01-11-2013, 09:27 PM

C O R M A C ;; I am the barbarian.

The stallion emerges out of the water in a cascade of glittering droplets, head glinting ebony first. He is fierce, hungry, tired of this waiting the Water Lord has condemned him too. Oh how he lusts to fight and run upon the earth, attack and become the warrior again. How he wants to become leader, to assert himself over the Pirates that have slowly trickled away from him. He needs to talk, despite his preference to action. So the Warlord drags his body out of the water, despite the faint tingling sensation that acquires it. For a long second he tries to breathe- and then with a thunderous crash, the boss falls onto his flank, gills gasping open to allow the water flooding in.

For a moment the stallion gives himself this reprieve, before slinking back deeper into the shallows, where only his head and a sliver of his neck remains above the ocean. The sun glitters, glares at him, from high noon, but the sky is blue and the clouds are thick. Inside, he collects himself, summons himself, and then lets out his call- "Pirates!" It's a bellow, a savage roar, that calls for immediate attention.

The barbarian, the man-whore, is not good at being quiet or patient, so he moves restlessly. What he needs is a good, able mare who can keep her head and remind him when to stop wanting to fight. The water glistens around his sodden neck, froths, and a shark circles at his feet. "Out!" Cormac snarls, smashing it with his hinds. It darts away with a flick of a black-tipped tail.

Now he only has to wait.

[Meeting for all pirates. Mandatory, please, unless on AA]