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-Shade- said:
She waited almost motionless, flaming red eyes tracking him unwavering as he approached.
Jintao had gripped the situation with a quick and dangerous command, one that had set every crewmate nearby into a resigned, almost uneasy silence. Ember's jaw was set clenched at the realization she was actually impressed.
But no matter. She could note what worked, remember what didn't. If Jintao had even a week's more experience at sea than her, it was experience worth shadowing- for now. She'd surpass him when the time came.
Galen stopped before her, his wings and expression coated with a heavy frustration, an anxious resignation.
"Explain."
Her voice was low, void of emotion, and spoken soft enough for no prying ears to hear.

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Galen dug at his fingertips with his thumbnail and let his chest rise and fall for a few moments.

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“Explain.”
His father’s voice was low and dangerous.
If he could say anything to stop the blows he would have but he couldn’t through his puffy, tear choked throat.
The large, dark form, outlined in flickering fire light strode toward him and wrenched him from the corner.
“I couldn’t!” Galen managed to gasp.
“Couldn’t?” Father leaned down close to his face. He could feel his hot rancid breath. “My son-” he spat, “‘COULDN’T’ do as ee’s told.”
He tossed his child back into the corner like some discarded piece of rubbish.
Galen felt the air leave his lungs as his body hit the hard wood and stone.
His lip was bleeding and he quickly wiped the small trickle of crimson away.
Father chuckled and turned away as Galen gasped and wheezed, trying to breathe again, pressing himself farther into the corner.
He’d never kill anything for this monster, no matter how hard he was hit and how many nights he went hungry.
Never. Again.

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“I-“ he balled his hands into tight fists praying to whatever god that he wasn’t trembling, “it was my fault. The crazed fellow was on the receiving end of some aggression and I offered to help, but he nearly killed my bird and I got angry… it won’t happen again…”
 
Isabella7Storm5 said:
Galen dug at his fingertips with his thumbnail and let his chest rise and fall for a few moments.

____________

“Explain.”
His father’s voice was low and dangerous.
If he could say anything to stop the blows he would have but he couldn’t through his puffy, tear choked throat.
The large, dark form, outlined in flickering fire light strode toward him and wrenched him from the corner.
“I couldn’t!” Galen managed to gasp.
“Couldn’t?” Father leaned down close to his face. He could feel his hot rancid breath. “My son-” he spat, “‘COULDN’T’ do as ee’s told.”
He tossed his child back into the corner like some discarded piece of rubbish.
Galen felt the air leave his lungs as his body hit the hard wood and stone.
His lip was bleeding and he quickly wiped the small trickle of crimson away.
Father chuckled and turned away as Galen gasped and wheezed, trying to breathe again, pressing himself farther into the corner.
He’d never kill anything for this monster, no matter how hard he was hit and how many nights he went hungry.
Never. Again.

______________

“I-“ he balled his hands into tight fists praying to whatever god that he wasn’t trembling, “it was my fault. The crazed fellow was on the receiving end of some aggression and I offered to help, but he nearly killed my bird and I got angry… it won’t happen again…”
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Ember's eyebrows arched slightly in surprise.
"Let me get this straight."
She wasn't certain if she felt deserving of his fear or concerned.
"You were trying to avoid conflict, and in turn, he attempted to kill your friend?"
There was almost a soft note to her tone, almost gentle, but not quite. Her wings flared slightly as she stole a glance at Cyrus.
"Why is that any fault of yours?"

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-Shade- said:
Ember's eyebrows arched slightly in surprise.
"Let me get this straight."
She wasn't certain if she felt deserving of his fear or concerned.
"You were trying to avoid conflict, and in turn, he attempted to kill your friend?"
There was almost a soft note to her tone, almost gentle, but not quite. Her wings flared slightly as she stole a glance at Cyrus.
"Why is that any fault of yours?"

@RDchicken99
@Isabella7Storm5
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get it together, he told himself. He hadn’t expected that memory to resurface. Granted, it was an unpleasant one but in that moment it wasn’t real…so why am I distressed…
He’d subconsciously pressed his wings behind himself.
“I shouldn’t have threatened him, used force…I wasn’t thinking straight-“
He mentally smacked himself, shut up
 

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