Drown our sorrows

Ah how being behind bars had changed him! He had lost that momentum, that rallying cry. That dank, dark cage locked him away from those that needed him and he returned to not only find Nicharion absent, but those that followed him too. Perhaps it was simply the heat that was getting to him; procuring visions that lingered upon the distant horizon? Or perhaps it was the foul smell of alcohol that seeped into his pores?

Either way, the Pirate Captain sighed, sinking lowly into his perch as he stared as his murky silhouette within the weather-beaten shell. "Captain of whom?"

Muttering under his breath, he took a shallow sip. Savouring the bitter taste upon his tongue, shuddering as the liquid warmed his throat and spine.

His icy gaze cast to those around him, wondering whether anyone new would walk him. Would he be in the mood to play games? Or perhaps he could find a new line of work to line his pockets...

Dark ebon' ears flickered at his Mate's words; work with him as an actor for a while, lie low. Avoid the blazing righteous trail of the Army. 'Aye, that would be the sensible thing to do.

But of course, this was not in his nature, no. Leviathan was a man of ambition. With a thirst to return his company to its former, plundering glory.


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@Ace

Lately, Ace has been laying low. For once, it's not because he's on the run from some sort of trouble, although that would be more interesting. Ever since this godforsaken heatwave started, he hasn't been wanting to go too far from his cool, dark den.

This is the first day he's decided to venture out. It didn't take long for him to start sweating and getting gross. He manages to make it to the hole in the wall bar that the Thieves' Guild calls their own. It's no surprise that it's packed with everyone trying to cool off with some drinks. He nods to some familiar faces and winks to some gorgeous babes. Unfortunately, they aren't impressed and roll their eyes at him before turning away. They'll come around some day.

Once he gets his own drink, he sits down next to a sad looking man. He doesn't blame him- this season is miserable. Ace can't say he had ever been a fan of summer anywhere.

"What's got you down, chum?" he asks, then takes a sip of his drink. As he does so, he gets a better look at the man and realizes who he is. Ace spits some of his drink out, spraying the man a bit by accident.

"Oh hey wait- you're one of the guys who got caught at the ball!" he says, almost in disbelief. It's taking a lot of guts to show himself around here after that sort of failure… yikes. "Levi, right? Man… what was it like in the slammer? I've heard the army yolks can be pretty rough on prisoners." He's eager to hear a good story, especially so he can learn from it. As embarrassing as it probably was to get caught, he somehow evaded the death penalty. So, he at least had that going for him. Unless he escaped… now that would be a good story to hear.

@Leviathan | "Speaking."

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The others that surrounded him were ragged familiar faces. He could feel their hazy gaze upon him. Mocking. Cackling. Whispers. This was indeed nothing new. It had been this way for some time. It seemed that luck was not upon his side. How he felt the bitter sting, how personally he took it! He, who had done no wrong... but only fight for his freedom. A small tsk clicked from his tongue as his piercing gaze burned into the rippling, dark liquid.

"What's got you down, chum?" A rather chipper voice pulled him from his woes. Oh, where to start... For once, Leviathan bit the bubbling urge to spit sarcasm and simply squinted. Icy eyes scoured the man. He was draped in monochrome, slightly disheveled. Rough but not worn. A certain charm lingered. But then, as if he sparked by something unknown; recognition jerked a shocking response from the stranger. It was something that otherwise would have stroked his ego... but instead; he found himself sprayed by sticky, fermented berries. His ears pinned firmly to his dark crown.

"Lovely."

He sighed at the stains that would surely show upon his muzzle. Usually, he was not the type to shy away from getting his paws dirty, yet being spat at sparked a certain ire he did not know to have. Rising one large paw, he attempted to wipe some of the sticky residue away. "Oh hey wait- you're one of the guys who got caught at the ball!" A sneer crinkled his scarred maw.
"Indeed."

He waited, then. Waited for a mock-a cackle. A jest of some sort, yet...

"Levi, right? Man… what was it like in the slammer? I've heard the army yolks can be pretty rough on prisoners." This peaked his attention, silently thankful for no running jokes, simple genuine interest. "I am more commonly known as Captain Leviathan."

His tone was rather bitter, sharp as the ice that seethed from his eyes. Yet of course; he could not be so mad at the stranger. At least he had the curtosy not to mock him for his failings. "...At your service."

He added with an oh so mocking bow of his head. Perhaps it would be better to lighten the mood, than to sour it.


He took another sip of his drink, before continuing."They were certainly... not pleasant."

A small scoff rolled off his liquor-scented tongue. "Especially for Pirates, the Army has a special... dislike for wolves like me."

His dry lips curled into his famous smirk.

He was able to take a moment to watch the man, noting the striking gaze similar to his own. "What do they call you?"

A dark ear flickered.

Name for a name.



"honour the gods that walk among us"

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@Ace