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Screeches of terror filled the moonlit sky. Feet pounded the dirt ground in a deseperate struggle to flee the beast hot on their heels. Few were foolish enough to fight back, only to fall into a dozen pieces. The air shivered as the cause of the hovac huffed out growling breathes amongst the carnage. Behind it, smaller and less grizzly pants echoed quietly together a hundred yards away. Soft whimpers and hiccups followed before hushed whispers urged them to quiet and just go. Several teens dashed out to the west from their hiding place while the beast huffed, confident of its inability to sense them. Unfortunately, no direction they traveled would save them this night. The blood in their veins and on their hands a beacon. A petrifying cry froze the last group in their tracks. Unwillingly, they bodies ticked around to face the horror they birthed. As feared, the hulking beast hovered no more than four feet away. Wide eyes begged for mercy. Neither eyes or facial structure were visible; only the buttons and cloth greeted their desperate expressions.
Bleary sky blue eyes flickered to the conscious world. In a gentle hum parted chapped lips. "Hm..." It had been years since he recalled that part of his memories. None could imagine the immense satisfaction he gained the morning he regained a clearer mind. Guilt and sorrow gripped his heart beside it, but they barely hindered the sense of justice done. His mother did not deserve the fate given to her. Nothing she nor he had done warranted the punishments handed. If the people were less fearful, perhaps their demise could have been avoided. Not that Pharos gave one lick about it. What had happened, happened. As his mother told him, "There will be times where nothing you do will fix the mistakes already done. Those affected will hold you responsible and refuse to let you forget. In those times, you may feel helpless and trapped. Don't let the past harm your future. The only power it has over you is the power you give it." She told him that the evening he confessed to fighting with another boy, and the strange incident that followed. Afraid of her reaction, he toppled his mother over in his relief. He could hardly imagine his situation if she pulled away from him too.
The familiar shout of Silver fully snapped him to the present. Though she warned against wallowing in the past, he was sure reminiscing filed in the okay zone. If he corrected her that way, he could easily imagine her pouting indignantly. With a warm, amused smile, he rose from his napping area: the captain's roof. No one bothered him up there and the view was lovely. As long as no one approached without greeting, he slept like the dead. Of course, the prospect of food promised a swift rise. On that subject, Pharos threw himself off his spot to land gracefully on the ground and stride to the mess hall. He wore his "plain" black tunic with a white sash and pants, and knee-high tan leathered boots. It had taken a few weeks of haggling to convince the tailor to keep his attire simple. Of course, the conniving fiend did it his way. On closer inspection, one could not miss the intricate designs placed on each piece of cloth. Technically, the man fulfilled his request. Compared with his own outfit, Pharos' fitted the bill.
A quick sweep of the area located said tailor along with several new recruits. Another mereman from the looks of it and two humans. They stood beside one member he recognized: Lolin Cifer. A sweet birdy with issues that Pharos wanted to cuddle away! Sadly the sentiment had to wait till Cifer loosened up, a task Pharos held little qualms over. Even if Cifer desired space for weeks to come, Pharos had others to occupy his time with.
Delicious aromas replaced his musings for hunger. How long had it been since he last fed? Not concerned with the answer, Pharos plopped down the seat closest to the server window. The sooner he filled up, the sooner his continuous battle with the captain could continue. Or greet the new guys. No need to be rude since they were no doubt going to be at sea together for a long time. A clunk notified him of the full plate of awesome before him. Without a second to lose Pharos devoured his helpless breakfast.
Bleary sky blue eyes flickered to the conscious world. In a gentle hum parted chapped lips. "Hm..." It had been years since he recalled that part of his memories. None could imagine the immense satisfaction he gained the morning he regained a clearer mind. Guilt and sorrow gripped his heart beside it, but they barely hindered the sense of justice done. His mother did not deserve the fate given to her. Nothing she nor he had done warranted the punishments handed. If the people were less fearful, perhaps their demise could have been avoided. Not that Pharos gave one lick about it. What had happened, happened. As his mother told him, "There will be times where nothing you do will fix the mistakes already done. Those affected will hold you responsible and refuse to let you forget. In those times, you may feel helpless and trapped. Don't let the past harm your future. The only power it has over you is the power you give it." She told him that the evening he confessed to fighting with another boy, and the strange incident that followed. Afraid of her reaction, he toppled his mother over in his relief. He could hardly imagine his situation if she pulled away from him too.
The familiar shout of Silver fully snapped him to the present. Though she warned against wallowing in the past, he was sure reminiscing filed in the okay zone. If he corrected her that way, he could easily imagine her pouting indignantly. With a warm, amused smile, he rose from his napping area: the captain's roof. No one bothered him up there and the view was lovely. As long as no one approached without greeting, he slept like the dead. Of course, the prospect of food promised a swift rise. On that subject, Pharos threw himself off his spot to land gracefully on the ground and stride to the mess hall. He wore his "plain" black tunic with a white sash and pants, and knee-high tan leathered boots. It had taken a few weeks of haggling to convince the tailor to keep his attire simple. Of course, the conniving fiend did it his way. On closer inspection, one could not miss the intricate designs placed on each piece of cloth. Technically, the man fulfilled his request. Compared with his own outfit, Pharos' fitted the bill.
A quick sweep of the area located said tailor along with several new recruits. Another mereman from the looks of it and two humans. They stood beside one member he recognized: Lolin Cifer. A sweet birdy with issues that Pharos wanted to cuddle away! Sadly the sentiment had to wait till Cifer loosened up, a task Pharos held little qualms over. Even if Cifer desired space for weeks to come, Pharos had others to occupy his time with.
Delicious aromas replaced his musings for hunger. How long had it been since he last fed? Not concerned with the answer, Pharos plopped down the seat closest to the server window. The sooner he filled up, the sooner his continuous battle with the captain could continue. Or greet the new guys. No need to be rude since they were no doubt going to be at sea together for a long time. A clunk notified him of the full plate of awesome before him. Without a second to lose Pharos devoured his helpless breakfast.
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