10-14-2019, 02:12 PM
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⚓ IKAIA | current track ♪ | current shape: oncilla | . . . | ![[Image: 6OThFhH.png]](https://i.imgur.com/6OThFhH.png)
The boy knows his 'plan' happened to be spiraling far downhill. He's too stubborn to admit any regret for his choices. No, he's certain he'll complete his self-assigned mission, even with the massive setback. There is hesitance in his brief struggle, realizing plainly he was pinned and not going anywhere. Staring into the eyes of the beast as it were, Ikaia grit his teeth, determined to be the pirate he wanted to be. A completely undaunted adventurer.
Even a willful mind fails to ignore the simplicity of pain (red hot like fire running down his face, unceasing). Liquid, burning ice in the shape of deadly claws. A warrior of no honor, inflicting pain on someone incapable of fighting back -- no fair fights. She never deserved to be a pirate like Goldie.
He barely notices when it stops, hitting the ground dully. He dismisses any extra sounds, deaf to Argus' promise. Instead, he blinks, blood and silent tears out of his eyes. There is salt on the boy's tongue, likely from biting down too hard as the claws sank into his face. There is a low growl building in his throat, frustration, hatred and pain the forefront of his mind (dazed, blurry mind).
[align=center]The boy knows his 'plan' happened to be spiraling far downhill. He's too stubborn to admit any regret for his choices. No, he's certain he'll complete his self-assigned mission, even with the massive setback. There is hesitance in his brief struggle, realizing plainly he was pinned and not going anywhere. Staring into the eyes of the beast as it were, Ikaia grit his teeth, determined to be the pirate he wanted to be. A completely undaunted adventurer.
Even a willful mind fails to ignore the simplicity of pain (red hot like fire running down his face, unceasing). Liquid, burning ice in the shape of deadly claws. A warrior of no honor, inflicting pain on someone incapable of fighting back -- no fair fights. She never deserved to be a pirate like Goldie.
He barely notices when it stops, hitting the ground dully. He dismisses any extra sounds, deaf to Argus' promise. Instead, he blinks, blood and silent tears out of his eyes. There is salt on the boy's tongue, likely from biting down too hard as the claws sank into his face. There is a low growl building in his throat, frustration, hatred and pain the forefront of his mind (dazed, blurry mind).
( you are the dawn of a new day that's waking, a masterpiece still in the making )