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Stacisaur
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Silence accompanied the captain of the great ship as she stayed in her quarters a little longer. Changed into her usual attire, fit for a Pirate Queen who took no seaweed from anyone, Cutlace sat at her desk, the left gathering of fingers curled against a feather pen dipped in the ink from a squid. That squid actually was to be her dinner tonight. She was excited for this treat, and yet no human being would be able to sense it on her face. There were many matters at hand that had to be dealt with before she could show a smile to her crew.
And of course, she had to keep the title of the alpha in this pack by staying stoic, didn't she?
Bowing her head, tresses of chocolate toned hair hung against her cheeks. Focused eyes scanned along the map in front of them, detailed with various markings, hints, coding that the one to handle it could decipher, and no one else. Not even the first mate, wherever she may be.
Turning her head for a moment, it was then she had noticed land coming closer in their view as the ship headed West. This was a splendid sight to behold, indeed. Especially since she hadn't had her tea delivered to her yet this specific morning. A growl rippled along her scarred lips as she pushed back from her position at the long, wooden table. Raising from the chair, which also matched the room with some red velvet lining and cushion, the captain strode over to open a drawer from her end table. Standing beside the bed, which she had made herself, not trusting anyone on the ship to keep it tidy for her much needed rest every night, her shoulders rolled slowly against her back, working out a knot against the muscles. It was a pity none of the stranded fellows they had come across during expeditions hadn't learned proper techniques to become her masseuse. If only, if only.
Bringing the drawer out, a black, leathery, kind of large object wiggled back and forth from the force. Taking the eye patch in hand, Miss Cutlace pulled the rubbery strand back until it was nestled comfortably in place on her skull. The patch shielded her blind eye from the crew, and the world in general. To leave it uncovered would result in an unhappy woman, the crew wouldn't dare ask of the story behind it. However, all that laid now in the spot was a clouded over orb, a pale, copper like scar slicing through the skin from one end of the eyebrow to just below the inner corner of the eye. It could have been worse, and could have looked much worse as well. She didn't mind it, for now she had even better senses that before. And, it did make her look quite bad ass, indeeeeed.
The door to her room was knocked upon.
"Aye?"
As she stared through the window in front of her once more for the day, her snake-like voice bounced off each wall, until it slapped the crew member in the space.
A shaky little man of middle-age stood near the still opened door, clearing his throat as his hands fumbled against the front of his tattered pants. A cotton, blue shredded material tied along his neck, matching the wrap along his bald head to protect him from the ever merciless sun. His torso was bare, and told many stories with each and every type of physical marking, whether from birth, or made in the past years by himself, or someone else against his will.
"M.. Miss.. Captain. I was told t' inform ye', a man was spotted along the path we be headed. Should we change course?"
"Hm."
Running a hand through her hair, Renee' turned around to eye the man. As her gaze fell along him from head to toe, a curve to her lips was brought on by a smirk. Turning to the left, her hands outstretched as she came to a birdcage. A large red parrot was perched quietly beyond the golden bars, it's blue wings folded against it's body as it stared into her soul with beady, black eyes.
"What say you, Benjamin?"
Raising his head higher, the parrot whipped it's wings up to it's sides, the span showing for it's true length as they stretched outwards. A terrible noise erupted from it's large, gray beak, ringing against human ears for longer than a minute.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAHK. BRIN' HIM IN. BRIN' HIM IN."
"Well."
Only her head turned as Renee' looked to the crew member again, a glint in her showing eye.
"You heard the man."
Watching as the individual bowed in respect quickly and left the room in quite the haste, she shook her head and looked back to the bird. Smiling at him, her hand took to the cage door, opening it while her other limb was offered. Benjamin jumped up to lay his claws against her forearm. Carefully, he climbed up along to her shoulder, resting himself in the position he preferred overall others. As her fingers came up to him, he leaned forward with his beak and nipped softly against the tips, a sign of affection.
Smiling slightly, Cutlace patted him on the head as she headed towards her desk once more. Folding the map away into a drawer, a click gave out as it was locked into place, the key tucked against a secret pocket on the inner section of her bustier. Making her way to the large doors that would lead her to the main deck of her Bloodwake, Renee' peered up to her friend, nodding to him.
"It seems we have found a new toy to play with."
"RAAAAAAHKKK NO MERCY. NO MERCY, RAAAKH."
A chuckle gave way, Captain Cutlace nodded her head.
She was proud to have such a clever bird on board.
And of course, she had to keep the title of the alpha in this pack by staying stoic, didn't she?
Bowing her head, tresses of chocolate toned hair hung against her cheeks. Focused eyes scanned along the map in front of them, detailed with various markings, hints, coding that the one to handle it could decipher, and no one else. Not even the first mate, wherever she may be.
Turning her head for a moment, it was then she had noticed land coming closer in their view as the ship headed West. This was a splendid sight to behold, indeed. Especially since she hadn't had her tea delivered to her yet this specific morning. A growl rippled along her scarred lips as she pushed back from her position at the long, wooden table. Raising from the chair, which also matched the room with some red velvet lining and cushion, the captain strode over to open a drawer from her end table. Standing beside the bed, which she had made herself, not trusting anyone on the ship to keep it tidy for her much needed rest every night, her shoulders rolled slowly against her back, working out a knot against the muscles. It was a pity none of the stranded fellows they had come across during expeditions hadn't learned proper techniques to become her masseuse. If only, if only.
Bringing the drawer out, a black, leathery, kind of large object wiggled back and forth from the force. Taking the eye patch in hand, Miss Cutlace pulled the rubbery strand back until it was nestled comfortably in place on her skull. The patch shielded her blind eye from the crew, and the world in general. To leave it uncovered would result in an unhappy woman, the crew wouldn't dare ask of the story behind it. However, all that laid now in the spot was a clouded over orb, a pale, copper like scar slicing through the skin from one end of the eyebrow to just below the inner corner of the eye. It could have been worse, and could have looked much worse as well. She didn't mind it, for now she had even better senses that before. And, it did make her look quite bad ass, indeeeeed.
The door to her room was knocked upon.
"Aye?"
As she stared through the window in front of her once more for the day, her snake-like voice bounced off each wall, until it slapped the crew member in the space.
A shaky little man of middle-age stood near the still opened door, clearing his throat as his hands fumbled against the front of his tattered pants. A cotton, blue shredded material tied along his neck, matching the wrap along his bald head to protect him from the ever merciless sun. His torso was bare, and told many stories with each and every type of physical marking, whether from birth, or made in the past years by himself, or someone else against his will.
"M.. Miss.. Captain. I was told t' inform ye', a man was spotted along the path we be headed. Should we change course?"
"Hm."
Running a hand through her hair, Renee' turned around to eye the man. As her gaze fell along him from head to toe, a curve to her lips was brought on by a smirk. Turning to the left, her hands outstretched as she came to a birdcage. A large red parrot was perched quietly beyond the golden bars, it's blue wings folded against it's body as it stared into her soul with beady, black eyes.
"What say you, Benjamin?"
Raising his head higher, the parrot whipped it's wings up to it's sides, the span showing for it's true length as they stretched outwards. A terrible noise erupted from it's large, gray beak, ringing against human ears for longer than a minute.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAHK. BRIN' HIM IN. BRIN' HIM IN."
"Well."
Only her head turned as Renee' looked to the crew member again, a glint in her showing eye.
"You heard the man."
Watching as the individual bowed in respect quickly and left the room in quite the haste, she shook her head and looked back to the bird. Smiling at him, her hand took to the cage door, opening it while her other limb was offered. Benjamin jumped up to lay his claws against her forearm. Carefully, he climbed up along to her shoulder, resting himself in the position he preferred overall others. As her fingers came up to him, he leaned forward with his beak and nipped softly against the tips, a sign of affection.
Smiling slightly, Cutlace patted him on the head as she headed towards her desk once more. Folding the map away into a drawer, a click gave out as it was locked into place, the key tucked against a secret pocket on the inner section of her bustier. Making her way to the large doors that would lead her to the main deck of her Bloodwake, Renee' peered up to her friend, nodding to him.
"It seems we have found a new toy to play with."
"RAAAAAAHKKK NO MERCY. NO MERCY, RAAAKH."
A chuckle gave way, Captain Cutlace nodded her head.
She was proud to have such a clever bird on board.