The seas are calm, the sound of the waves lapping and splashing against the wooden bow and the murmurers of the crew make up the noise on a lone vessel out on the ocean. Amongst the men on the ship one stands out; a young fox, his fur a clashing purple and white against his more warmly-colored wardrobe. About him is a silent air of authority as conversations lower to whispers, if not flat out end, as he passes by. The fox stops at the side, propping his leg up on the rail as he scouts out the surrounding ocean; He looks out onto the misty blue and gray horizon looking for passing ships to plunder and loot.
May the heavens above have mercy on whomever this ruthless pirate next sets his icy gaze, for they will be his next victim.
, shard glacia
11 months, 1 week ago
17 Feb 2018 21:44 CET
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