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The crowd of stuck up ambassadors was lacking what spotted dragon considered exciting. He never wanted to be a sit and talk politician, he longed for the beating drums of war, fire lit skies and horizons filled with arrows. He had told his father this when he was fifteen, by the next year he found himself a pupil of the last ambassador, silver wing. Silver wing was a friend of his father the two older men decided that spot (his dreaded nickname) was to naive and immature to go to war. While all his friends donned spears and armor he was fitted for clothing that would cover his arms when he visited the planet Golvine. It wasn't fair in his eyes but his mother had informed him that they were just 'looking out for him', if they actually cared they would have locked him in this cage called negotiations. Regardless of why he was here bored waiting to get off the docks, he had to make the most of this.

He furrowed his wings dangerously when a high heel stopped only a breaths length away from his tail. The old coot let out an indignant noise as she backed away, spot smiled sarcastically and whipped his tail up then back against the ground. On his home planet this was a challenge to a fight, the old blue skinned woman saw it as rude and pointed her nose in to the air as she trotted off, and his father wondered why he hated these gatherings so much. At least there was the odd entertaining person at these gatherings. A red colored sea creature was the vessel of entertainment, besides being quite pretty she usually started fights during and after the meeting, in rare cases before as well, most of the starchy ambassadors stood no chance against someone like her - he wasn't so easily flustered. He knew the pair standing on the docks only by afar for the most part, more then once they had clashed but spot fed off debates, even if letting at a battle cry, yelling and opening his wings to their full extent wasn't considered appropriate.

Even if the Gisel had been a target prior to now he didn't take it to heart, his reactions were always big and loud, he usually ended up flapping or otherwise raising his wings, which were more then twice the length of his own body, then his hard rigid tail would whip out and his lips would curl into a snarl. What with the horns as well, he made a pretty mean picture, it was only softened by the fact that others of his race were much bigger and more muscular, and the freckles that covered his skin -giving him the name spotted dragon- didn't help. In the short sight but once he was given time to mull over some of those incidents he realized he didn't want to hold a grudge. Grudges were for those you went to war with, and not meant to be created through verbal disagreement or debate, that's what he had been taught and that was the general rule he followed when dealing with Caoimhe and Ahmad.

Spot felt out of place at these gatherings probably because he was one of the few that didn't wear his native clothing her. His own home planet was extremely balmy. the sun was always out and he had only ever heard the term 'night' when he first visited another planet. His home plet had eight suns, much like other planets had several moons, each orbiting in different lengths of time, all the same color and intensity. Needless to say his race had a constant tan and for Spot, his freckles multiplied everyday. Even though the temperature in the port was regulated it was still freezing compared to what he was use to, so the long sleeve shirt ended in fingerless gloves, covering all of his arms in their entirety and he wore a longer skirt like pant, that clung to his waste and fanned out to give him room to walk. Back home they would only wear a short skirt like material that hooked under the crotch by looping around his tail on his other side. The amount of clothing he wore here was uncomfortable and stuffy. and hid the majority of his tail away, only the last foot and half were visible, the fur started a foot from the end and resembled and large densely bristled feather. He always need a distraction while where these setups so regardless, of what he should be doing he sauntered up to the duo, since there wasn't anything more interesting to be done, "So, who's to be raddled by you two today?"

Up until a year and a half ago he had only been an apprentice, coming with Silver wing, he had disapproved of their behavior and had told him he should be wary of tricksters, 'they get themselves and everyone around them in trouble more often then not' so he would of course not approve of Spot approaching him, but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him.

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Bounce, thunk, catch, toss. Bounce, thunk, catch, toss. Bounce, thunk, catch, toss. Bounce, thunk, catch, toss. Bounce, thunk, catch... deep sea blue eyes lulled over to look at one of the other ship mates, or at least the closer one, the tall lanky ferret resembling man looked more then mildly annoyed, oh, and he was developing a twitch, pale human-like lips smirked. Toss, bounce, thunk, catch, toss. Bounce, thunk, catch, toss. Bounce, thunk, catch, toss. There was a loud noise beside him and he looked over toward the source only to get hit with the bouncy ball he had been paying with. another bigger man had finally stood up from behind his friend 'twitch' and was approaching with thundering steps, size didn't matter the human look alike cared very little.

"Hello there, it's Gabsin right, what can I do for you?" his tone was bored, not even mildly interested in why Gabsin was stomping his feet like a child.

"Stop that infernal bouncing." his lips opened and drool continued to connect them, the wrinkles on his face reminded him of a wrinkly pet, a dog, or a dormoss, or a felien, it was different from planet to planet. The angry dog faced man kicked the ball where it had fallen it of course proceeded and bounced into another wall. Nathaniel had been laying on the seat of a table but he finally got up leaping to his feet literally, the ball was out of reach of his arms but that wasn't an issue.

He barely had to considerate as his stretched his arm a few extra feet or order to snatch the ball out of the air, he pulled his arm back and faced Gabsin again, a wide smile on his face. "Now you see, all had to do was ask," he clapped his hands together the ball between him, "you want to play with it right, fetch." he through the ball past the man's ear it or course whirred by probably hitting someone else, he watched it soar past and shook his head tsking under his breath. "Your not very good at this are you Gabsin?" It was a curious thing, but his face was turning red, and his head shook a little like a kettle ready to burst, Nathaniel continued to smile pleasantly.

Finally it happened, he whipped out a tentacle like arm at the smiling idiot, he missed, because Nathaniel stretched his body and leaned under the swing as if playing a game of limbo. he stood back off, and Gabsin looked more annoyed then ever his big fly like eyes, all of them were focused on him. He blew the big man a kiss, before glaring dangerously and trotting up the stairs and out of the galley.

He watched behind him but Gabsin didn't follow but he could hear him yelling over the crowd of crew mates that were either just as equally pissed, or trying to stop a fist fight from breaking out, they were the smarter ones, no one had won against Nathaniel yet. It was hard to fight something that could change it's shape in a flash, turn his arms into blade, turn into a super fast animal or into an impossible to hit flea, he never fought fair, that's why he was a pirate. Then again there was another good reason he was a pirate. flipping orange fiery hair over a slender shoulder he walked down the hallway towards the bridge, until he saw the only person on this ship that didn't want him dead, close to it, but perhaps not all the way dead.

"Oh captain?" He now had a genuine smile plastered on his face, he deep blues sparkling. " I'm getting bored and I believe I've made the crew rather... restless, when are we going to end this waiting?" They were currently 'parked' just outside of a large planet where a very important meeting was happening, ambassadors from across the numerous galaxy were attending a meeting to help end a war, the pirates didn't want these talks to go well, not with all the profit they were making, they had even scored this ship in the midst of this war, she was a bute.

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You don't like me ⋙ It don't matter ____________________________________
Only difference you still 『 l i s t e n 』 I don't have to!!______________________________



The halls were dimly lit with Candle light, to save on the energy bill. All the lights were off and the small wooden house should have been silent, the dark hue of the sky was tinged very slightly at it's seem on the horizon, denoting a very early hour, everything in the house should have been asleep, however this wasn't the case tonight. The house quaked and creaked loudly with every sway as it fought some terrible force outside, due to all the noise a little child was padding through the house, her breathing a little shaky with worry, short badly cut hair stood up in every direction, highlighted by the candle she held, another swing of the house and it felt like the world was getting turned sideways. She tried to catch her balanced but couldn't, dropping the candle she waited for the impact, big baby blues shut tight.

The sharp pain forced them back open, and she cursed loudly, untangling her naked limbs from the sheets, her very grown up form pulled in close, preparing to stand, she closed her eyes again the pounding behind her eyes was the start of a killer hangover that would, doubtless, make itself known once she was funny awake. Somewhere off in the distance and bell was ringing, wasn't that suppose to mean something was going wrong? She finally stood, stumbling some as the ground beneath her shifted to the right. "For Crying out loud! Stop ******** moving." She screamed at the walls of the ship, though it wasn't likely to do her any good. Somewhere behind her a male groaned, there was the lucky guy that had managed to score her attention, noticeably not the groom, whom she'd been paid to take care of but he had been... otherwise occupied. Plump pink lips smirked and for a moment she forgot her world was shaking, until the bells started to hurt and the headache really set in. She growled as she stumbled backwards sitting on the bed. She sighed and collected her clothing hastily, she'd reminisce later, right now she had to scream and kill who ever was making that annoying noise.

The door slammed and Macaria emerged looking down a slanted hallway, slanted towards the ground below, that couldn't be good. The ship lurched harshly, as if it had hit something a sound of a body hitting the ground behind her told her, that the man she had slept with was probably awake now. The bell was still ringing and finally the sounds of shouting began, people were running, obviously trying to do their jobs and stop their ship from doing whatever it was doing. Several men began popping out of their rooms, some stumbling and half naked but on the move none the less, Macaria touched her head and slid down from where she had grasped the wall, she just wanted her head to stop hurting. Now that she was awake the nausea and pain was hitting her hard, but she had been hungover before, she would survive.

She closed her eyes for a second, the night had been one to remember, she didn't remember how much she had drank, everyone bought her drinks, she had already been paid half just for showing and she was suppose to get the rest once she took care of the groom on his special night but sometime after a appletini she had caught her target getting lead off by someone else. Tracking him down later had allowed her to catch a glance of the groom preoccupying himself with something, or should she say someone, else. To think he was suppose to get married, as the ship lurched sharply again her stomach did to and her hand dropped over her mouth, she could taste her bile in the back of her throat but managed to hold it down pushing herself up on bare feet, she had left the heels off knowing balancing would be hard enough. After standing she headed toward the closest exit to the deck, she did not want to be inside the ship when it hit ground, and outside it sounded like trees were falling, sure enough they would be hitting the ground soon.

The ship had been destined for Pinnacle rock, just outside Lindblum, it was either going to circle it or stop there, Macaria hadn't been sure, she had simply struck a deal with Kai that she would be dropped off outside of Lindblum, but the bride had wanted to avoid the actual city for some bizarre reason. The ship had gone over the mountain range behind it, which was a path rarely taken by air ship since the mist was too thin for most to venture, the captain of the ship hadn't been the most conventional, come to think of it, hadn't he passed out last night... s**t no wonder they were going to-

All thought ended as the entire ship began to shake, the bow had hit the earth below, Macaria hit the ground again hard, she cursed pulling her legs in not caring that he dress rode up so high people would be able to see her underwear. She just wanted to be as small as possible when the ship fell apart, less likely to get hit with shrapnel that way. And so ends the honey moon.


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Spot frowned at Caoimhe's predicament, this would be the worst meeting yet, he hated these get togethers regularly, but finding out that his only form of entertainment would be rendered silent and 'helpful' as she put it was like taking away a Gizel's meal, he felt like pouting, but he didn't he wasn't a child; although he did bite his bottom lip absently to make sure that he wasn't. "I didn't know were so capable, at least you effort might be entertaining." He smiled slyly at his own joke, after all Caoimhe couldn't really fight back, although teasing or otherwise retaliating against Spot wasn't likely to start any wars, he would simply fight back himself, no need to go home and whine to his people about what a single Oocta said to him at a meeting she probably didn't even want to be at. Spot's eye was caught by the many moving red appendages below Caoimhe, you wouldn't know what to do with so many limbs, his tail alone could be a nuisance that seemed to have a mind of it's own, he couldn't imagine having eight tentacles coming from his waist.

His eyes were brought back up when Ahmed spoke soothing his friend, the snakes single coiling limb, really an extension of his body, was at rest unlike the red woman beside him. He listened to Ahmed and snorted afterward "Anyone young enough to still have their down, is forced to come here by their elders. The only people that enjoy these meetings are old decrepit men and cowardly middle aged idiots that were to scared to fight for their country if it meant putting their necks on the line." His nose was wrinkling at the thought, although this wasn't strictly true, some of the men here felt that being here was a great honer, others were female, and even more would disagree with him saying that they were fighting for the country now, but Spot was just a tad opinionated. The only reason his mouth had never gotten him into trouble before was because he only talked to a select few people at these meetings, ones he knew probably didn't share his opinions but at least wouldn't get upset over them. His tail whipped behind him once, his own honey colored eyes looked annoyed and irate now, he didn't even flinch at Ahmad's sudden height and close proximity to himself he could hardly call himself a warrior if he did.

In response to the snake showing his fangs Spotted lowered his head making his horns more visible, against his kin he would have head butted the other male but he doubted the snake like humanoid had the skull for the sport, so for fear of hurting the other he simply implied. He barely noticed that Caoimhe had left the pair to find something more interesting but backed up a touch anyways, trying to break their little staring contest, he wasn't backing down but staring into the snakes eyes could be a little... uncomfortable? "my father and my teacher, silver wing, simply mean to keep me from fighting the real battle, why I'll never know." he could have been a force to reckon with, if they'd just let him, even if he did have a bad wing.

Although he had barely noticed Caoimhe's move away from himself and Ahmad, he did notice her frantic waving had and heard her as she called out to the young dragonette, which Spot happened to be less then fawn of. His ears moved back on his head at the sight of her and his wings grew tighter together. Usually he would have considered her something that would remind him of home, not many races had horns like he and she but he had crossed her once before and unlike crossing Caoimhe and Ahmad she was actually quite scary when she was mad, he didn't like that he was backing down at the sight of a woman but he was, none the less he didn't run away, he was no coward with his talk between his legs, he was a warrior... or at least not a coward when faced with the blond Dragonette. His wings bent slightly, a way Gisel's tried to look less threatening, showing that he didn't want a fight. One thing was for sure, Gisel's with all their attachments were easy to read, their wings moved like an extra set of arms, when large they were trying to be threatened, as the pulled in it meant they were trying to be less threatening, when they dropped he was sad or sullen and when they moved upward it meant he was elated. His tail acted accordingly as well. Gisel's were 'open books' of a sort, at least that's what another man had once said in front of silver wing while Spotted Dragon was still just accompanying the elder man, that apparently meant they were easy to understand, but Spot still didn't know what this object 'book' had to do with anything.