A Sloop Tries to Bash a Schooner, Which Mast Wins?
Piracy, Violence, Cursing
Ah, Celine, always the practical one, Horus said, giving her a roguish grin as he took a swig from his flask, seemingly unbothered by the chaos around them. He leaned casually against the mast, looking for all the world like a man enjoying a leisurely afternoon rather than facing a horde of bloodthirsty pirates. Sand on the deck, blades tethered... you've thought of everything, love.

As Celine moved to deal with the first boarder, Horus straightened, eyes narrowing as he sized up their foes. He watched her dispatch the pirate with a swift, brutal efficiency, and gave an appreciative nod. Nicely done, he murmured to himself, his hand flexing as if in preparation for something more primal.

When she returned to him, talking of the young ones below deck and their outnumbered situation, he gave a nonchalant shrug. Nineteen, you say? Well, that's a bit more than I'd prefer, but I've been in worse scraps. And as for our 'captain'... well, I never did have much faith in him.

He started towards the hatch leading below deck, pausing to offer Celine a lopsided grin. []qDon't worry, I'll get the young ones safe. And then, my dear, I'll be right back up here, ready to dance with our new friends. Just like old times.[/q]

He moved to the hatch, calling out to the others. Alright, lads and lasses, time to take a little trip below deck. Don't argue, just move. He glanced back at Celine, lifting his flask in a mock toast. And Celine, once this is all over... drinks are on me, he added with a wink.

Once the younger crew members were secure, Horus stepped back on deck, but this time his demeanor shifted. His eyes gleamed with a wild light, and his body began to change. Bones cracked, muscles bulged, and within moments, he had transformed into a massive bear. The hulking form towered over the pirates, exuding an aura of raw power and primal fury.

He let out a deep, earth-shaking roar, a challenge and a promise of the violence to come. Let's give 'em hell, shall we? his voice growled, resonating with the deep timbre of his bear form. He stood ready, a living wall of fur and muscle, prepared to protect Celine and their ship with all the ferocity of a beast unleashed.

@Celine Vonn


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RE: A Sloop Tries to Bash a Schooner, Which Mast Wins? - by Horus - 07-08-2024, 09:26 AM