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I don't like ships, I don't like them at all, they're terrible and really way too slow. Not to mention all this swaying and shifting is making my stomach feel like it wants to just go and leap out of my throat like a fish. I groan and whimper, purring and wailing a bit like a dying cat as I lean over the twisted, living railing, crushing a flower or two under my four hands as I lean over and stare at the waves under this damn oversized raft. I can barely see my reflection in the inky black depths, the colors of my face are muted and all dulled down and boring, looking like a mess of greens and pale bluish whites.
"Not feeling to well missy, first time at sea? well with wings like that I guess you prefer the air" One of the sailors manning this horrible thing asks, I can almost feel him touching my shoulder before I whip around and he nearly gets knocked of his feet as his eyes go wide and wild with lust, like mine "Ohohooo, you ain't from brausurburge are ya? nah such flower could grow in such cursed soil like me, such radiant beauty and"
He grins widely, his roasted blonde hair blowing in the wind as he adjusts his shapeless blue hat over his wild hair. I smirk, careful not to let my tongue whip out and freak him out. Compliments are pretty nice, but not quite as filling as lust...good thing he has plenty of both. Eh no reason to send a free meal away, I hold my hands behind my back, and look past him as I hear a very...very familiar whoosing through the air.
I tilt my head as Iris drops down from the mast as a big fuzzy black blur, landing right behind the poor fellow silently, the soft grass on the deck muffling any noise she would make as the sea dog just keeps on grinning like he's the greatest thing in the world.
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