07-03-2018, 07:05 PM
It was unfortunate, but a simple matter of fact, that Raziel had a target on his back. That's what happened when one's entire world got tipped on its side; when the king and queen get killed and a war breaks out. It was untellable just how ago that was, but it remained the world he lived in. Even worse, his younger brothers had gone down the path of piracy not soon after, which only served to complete matters more. More than once, the target had been one aimed at him by one of the said brothers. Séamus, generally.
Raziel's guess; said target (by said brother) was the reason for the series of events that left him where he was presently; sprawled in the sand of an unknown place, surrounded by the pieces of a small, wooden boat. Could've been worse of course, but now the faerie did not know where he was. Not to mention he had no backup. With a sad sigh, the bruised and battered rusty spotted cat sat up, wincing as he realized his leg might be broken.
All he had wanted to do was visit his children. He could only imagine how big they had gotten, especially the triplets. Even little Suvi, who had been so tiny last he'd seen her. The feline grit his teeth, ears flattening, and slowly rose to his feet. I'm sorry, he muses, staring off into the jungle ahead of him. He'll have to find a way to send a message or something.
Antsy, he glanced behind him, narrowing a pair of old sea-green eyes on the ocean. The crash was a fuzzy memory now; he hadn't gotten in the little boat on his own free will no, he'd been shoved on board by one of his companions when the main ship had been damaged. Must've been quite a storm. No hope of finding them then, he supposes, hoping that everyone was okay, but resigning himself to accept he may never know. It had been kind of them to offer him passage across the ocean after all.
Determined, Raziel took a step, then promptly stumbled. Damn. That hurt. Maybe there were people out here. Friendly people, hopefully. Nonetheless, he wasn't going to make good progress until he did something about his leg. This is certainly inconvient.
Raziel's guess; said target (by said brother) was the reason for the series of events that left him where he was presently; sprawled in the sand of an unknown place, surrounded by the pieces of a small, wooden boat. Could've been worse of course, but now the faerie did not know where he was. Not to mention he had no backup. With a sad sigh, the bruised and battered rusty spotted cat sat up, wincing as he realized his leg might be broken.
All he had wanted to do was visit his children. He could only imagine how big they had gotten, especially the triplets. Even little Suvi, who had been so tiny last he'd seen her. The feline grit his teeth, ears flattening, and slowly rose to his feet. I'm sorry, he muses, staring off into the jungle ahead of him. He'll have to find a way to send a message or something.
Antsy, he glanced behind him, narrowing a pair of old sea-green eyes on the ocean. The crash was a fuzzy memory now; he hadn't gotten in the little boat on his own free will no, he'd been shoved on board by one of his companions when the main ship had been damaged. Must've been quite a storm. No hope of finding them then, he supposes, hoping that everyone was okay, but resigning himself to accept he may never know. It had been kind of them to offer him passage across the ocean after all.
Determined, Raziel took a step, then promptly stumbled. Damn. That hurt. Maybe there were people out here. Friendly people, hopefully. Nonetheless, he wasn't going to make good progress until he did something about his leg. This is certainly inconvient.