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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Mar 25, 2017 13:01:15 GMT -5
mike - here we are! I'll start as soon as I can, but as I said I do have to eat first.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Mar 25, 2017 15:19:11 GMT -5
Captain Elliot Thursley. Bane. The name was well known, both on land and sea. He'd been a captain for no more than four years, a surprisingly short amount of time for his level of infamy. And he was infamous. Known to be fearless, ruthless and without mercy, he'd only increased the wealth and ability of his crew since his former captain and close friend passed. What nobody knew was that this increase in power was not all due to him. Some of it came from their newfound ability, or, as the men liked to refer to it, curse in disguise.
His crew was a pack of werewolves, and he was the most powerful of them all.
After Hartley's death, they'd spent a over a year learning how to conceal their nature. They'd sparred, and through their sparring they'd learned to fight without transforming - they couldn't let their secret out. They'd become close, as close as members of a wolf pack. Any one man could practically read any other's mind by this point. They'd established a pecking order, a hierarchy that Hartley had never attempted to enforce. They'd taught each other anger management, how to grieve in silence. They'd become men more powerful than any of them had ever dreamed.
But their disappearance had come with a price. Hartley had been a powerful captain, far more ruthless than Elliot had ever been. He'd crafted an image that sent fear straight into the bones of anyone he faced. But fear had to be reinforced, or it faded. When they returned, they were no longer the terrifying crew they'd once been. Less than three years later, they were where they'd once been and beyond. Taking werewolves into battle made that easy.
It made it too easy. Despite the measurements they took to stop it, men transformed often. Entire crews were left slaughtered - Elliot could not allow any man who'd been bitten to live, he didn't know if they, too, would turn. And those who had seen a wolf could not be left to spread the tale, either. This was a well-kept secret. Four years in, and they still left crews dead as often as they did alive. He didn't like it. It made his reputation difficult to pass along.
When they'd landed on the deck of the ship they were targeting today, it had taken only moments before the men on it had identified them. It wasn't difficult, the ornate silver earring in Elliot's ear and the simple hoop in each of his men's were unique to them and their crew. The sound of his name, called with both awe and fear never got old.
"Bane."
His men charged. They worked as an impressive unit, but only someone who knew them would see what Elliot did. Men falling back when they felt the first fangs extend to let their adrenaline sink back to a normal level, men who were still in control stepping forward to replace them. Others still, those who had proved themselves strategists or unable to control their curse consistently, took to looting the ship right away, leaving the others to fight. Nothing in their form wavered. Today they would leave without a single full transformation. A year dedicated to nothing but training had made them into this. A machine, designed to kill and to conquer.
Today, Elliot was among the looters. He switched between the two groups often, it kept morale high and him occupied. For once, he was glad that he wasn't fighting. His heart was beating fast, faster than he'd have liked, and it didn't get better. They moved through the lower levels of the ship, slipping off one by one carrying supplies, food and a fortune in gold. Eventually, only he and two men remained. Both of them showed signs of shifting - he should have sent them off earlier - so he was left to push the final door open. He wasn't expecting what he found.
It was a girl. He should attack her, he knew that, but he felt himself wavering. He could practically feel the tension in his men, already strung up on adrenaline and here they were, faced with a woman for the first time in a long time. Their self-control in that moment was commendable. That was why Elliot felt so guilty for what he did next, the thing that would put his men through unnecessary strain. "You have a choice. It's my ship or theirs. Leave, and you'll live. Choose to stay and I'll fight you, just like I would any man."
( mike so sorry this got so long ^^' I felt the need to add some backstory even though we already have that, I can promise you that the next post will be much shorter. also, I took the liberty of making sure nobody transformed this time just so that Elliot has a reason to keep it secret. )
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2017 15:24:31 GMT -5
( Oh man I love it! Long starters are fine tbh. I'll try to reply later since I have to go to chores now. )
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Mar 25, 2017 15:34:52 GMT -5
( ahhh, I'm so glad. I'm quite proud of it myself, my starters are usally pretty weak so I was really happy with this one. and sure, take your time! )
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2017 18:00:46 GMT -5
On the attacked ship was a young lady named Genevieve "Neve" Faye who was being taken to another country by sea. She wasn't overly important but the men were supposed to protect her as the only girl on the ship. So the moment everyone realized what was going on she was herded below deck and instructed to hide as a fight broke out.
So naturally Neve was terrified, she had no experience on ships or in any form of battle, she was the type who read books and gathered knowledge that way. And with the occasional bloodcurdling scream to be heard from above, she had no intentions of being up there. Shaking herself out of a fog of terror the girl run back as far into the ship as she could, pulling the doors closed tightly behind her. Quickly reaching the last compartment Neve realized there was no where to hide and nowhere else to go. Pretty much the perfect scenario for getting killed in her mind. Then the door flew opened.
There was men that obviously part of the attack forces, her heart seemed to skip a beat as they just stood there. Once the one who looked in charge began to speak she dropped to her knees, cowering with her hands over her head. There was no way out of this. Wait, leave? There was no where to leave to! "P-please, don't harm me!" The dark skinned maiden begged. But there was no real way out of whatever they would do to her.
( This is pretty much all I've got. My mom keeps taking my computer and I have like four other rps I have to try replying too x.x )
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Mar 27, 2017 18:17:12 GMT -5
"Captain," the man closest to him, one of the youngest crew members and a close friend, growled. His usual lighthearted-tone had been replaced by a desperate, rasping one. He looked pained. Elliot nodded, glancing back at him. "Go. Don't stop until you get below deck back on our ship. I don't want to deal with your mess later." As he spoke, he flung an arm out, letting it cross the second man's chest to hold him back from advancing any further, his footsteps having been far from light as he moved towards the open door. These were not the men who should be present.
He knew that if he didn't do anything right away, one would turn and the other would attack, currently using all the self-control he had to hold a transformation back. Elliot raised an eyebrow at the first man and he nodded, hurrying down the corridor. "Stay here," he commanded the other as he stepped into the room. "If you feel it get any worse, you follow him."
He turned to the young woman again, feeling the need to both protect her and kick himself for making a promise he shouldn't keep. "To your feet then," he said, not making to grab her quite yet. He had offered her a choice, after all. In any other situation, he might have broken a promise, but his words could be twisted into a challenge without much trouble at all. And a challenge he couldn't back down from, not without losing great respect with his men. "What will it be?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2017 23:36:41 GMT -5
Neve stayed down as she panicked, hearing the three men interact and the sound of one moving closer made her freeze in terror. Not daring to raise her head to look, but she could just barely see one of them walk away and the other seemed to follow. Then she realized that the one who must've been the Captain actually was stepping into the room instead of away with them. A few fearful tears ran down her face. His order to stand was loud and clear.
The fearful young lady quickly jumped to her feet, trying to ignore how fiercely her heartbeat had become as she took a nervous step backwards. Neve hardly realized that her arms were beginning to shake when he reminded her of the choice she had been given. "I..." began before trailing off. If she stayed she'd have to fight, something that was beyond her, but if she left they could hurt her or make her their toy. But it narrowed down to life or death. Neve struggled to appear the slightest bit composed and it was obvious. "I will not fight you." The terrified girl breathed, ducking her head. "I will come with you." She decided quietly knowing that this could possibly be the worst decision she could ever make.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Mar 28, 2017 2:50:17 GMT -5
That was not the answer Elliot had wanted. It took so much more work from his side, keeping his men away from this girl and yet somehow keeping their respect. But if he went against his word when there had been witnesses, men who could testify against him and bring every promise he'd ever made into question, any work he did put into it would be in vain because he'd have lost them already. All of this would have been so much easier if she'd chosen to fight.
"Very well, then," he said, sounding conflicted still. He closed the gap between them and took her arm, gave her a warning look and then started on their way back up onto the deck. It wasn't difficult to get that far, but moving on from there proved far more challenging. After a brief moment's consideration, he drew a blade and held it to the girl's throat, not forcefully enough to draw blood or even dent the skin, though the threat was definitely there. Anything to ensure his own safety when they moved through the fray.
At the sound of their arrival, both sides afforded them a glance. The responses varied. In his own men, Elliot could see the struggle. Meanwhile, the crew of the ship they were on started fighting back with regained vigour, forcing his own back several steps with the sheer shock of it. "Fight until I'm back on board," he called. "Then retreat." He raised his gaze to the enemy, keeping it as level as his tone. "You do not want to give me any trouble." With that, he started to walk, keeping his back from anyone who might wish to stick a blade through it.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Apr 3, 2017 12:44:54 GMT -5
( hey, did you still want to continue this? )
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