Trust Nobody

Zarina. Formerly a broken and exiled fairy, now found my place in the world with the pirates.

[alice-bonny-deactivated20240302]

The name was vaguelly familiar, but Bonny couldn’t put why that was. It could just as easily been some random person that the Hook had warned them to leave alone or better yet, someone that they can torture if they so wished. She doubted it was the latter, but there was no harm in imagining. She glances at the blood once again and smirked. “Yup and still fresh.” She admired the red on her blade, finding it empowering as recalled how it got on there.

"I’m guess you’ve had your fair taste," she said as she began to suspect that this woman would not be a threat to her. Her sword returned to its hilt, but her knife stayed in her hands, just in case she was wrong about this woman. It wouldn’t do to have her blood soaked on the sand for something as small as letting her guard down too soon.

[piratezarina]

Fresh blood. The confirmation soothed Zarina, and she lowered her sword, though it stayed firmly in her hands. She trusted nobody, especially not women with blood on their hands, even if it was rebel blood. This woman could turn on her as easily as a rebel could. "Fair taste..." Zarina chuckled, nodding ever so slightly. "More fairy blood than rebel, but a fair amount of rebel," she announced, tilting her head slightly as she watched the woman. "Hook's army, or fully fledged pirate?"

[piratezarina]

"Everyone is so scared these days, you all need to relax and have a drink and revel in the darkness," Zarina announced as she heard movement behind her and chuckled, swigging back some more rum. "Relax, have a drink, party."

[rusty-kunes-blog]

Darkness. Utter and complete darkness. Something most would fear and ought to, except Croc was filled with darkness. So it was a mere adjusting of her eyes before all was well and good again. In fact, it was even better, because she could use it to her advantage. And judging by the rope trap that she had set up and covered with leaves, she certainly did just that. 

It seemed like she had been waiting for hours, although that could have possibly been her impatience wearing down on her. She sat in between the crook of a Y-shaped tree not far off, and when she heard the snare, whip and pull of her trap, she dashed over to it and saw the figure, hanging upside down with the rope tied around their ankles. She grinned widely. 

"Look at the pretty little thing I’ve caught."

[piratezarina]

Zarina had been out hunting, her eyes sleepy and weary by the time she started to make her way back to the ship. All she could think about was lying down and resting, and her guard was down. It was poor and Zarina knew it, but not many people were out so late these days. Everyone was terrified of each other, meaning that as soon as it got dark, the forest was generally vacated most nights. Or at least, that was what Zarina found. 

Her lack of awareness was shown by the snap of a trap and suddenly, Zarina was swinging upside down. The blood began rushing to her head, and she fiddled quickly with her sword. She would have to cut herself down before whoever's trap it was came to find her. Just as she had gotten her sword out of her hilt, she heard the voice. "Come no nearer," Zarina tried to threaten, brandishing her sword as best as she could whilst she hung there. 

[warbornhq]

"— don’t look so shocked, I don’t have bloody night vision. And I’m not araid of giving away my location like the rest of you.”

[piratezarina]

"Maybe you should be afraid of giving away your location, Tink."

[alice-bonny-deactivated20240302]

Blood was drenched on her hands as she pulled her knife from the young man’s groin. She was the third to interrogate him for the location of the Rebels and after threatening his manhood, he relented. She took one anyway as punishment for not saying anything sooner. She tossed the taken trophy to one of others, laughing as they debated what to do with it. She cleaned her knife by digging it into the dirt before placing it back in its sheath. The others had already tied up the man to bring him to the place he said that the Rebels were hiding. If he lied then that would be the end of him. Having already did her part, she let them finish the job, figuring she should get back to the tavern before them otherwise there wouldn’t be anymore liquor for her.

Wiping off her hands on her coat, she walked toward the beach to avoid getting lost within the trees. The voice drew Bonny to unsheath her sword and knife, stepping onto the trees and eying the pirate. She lowered the weapons slightly, but did not put them away. “Please,” Bonny scoffed, flashing her the red still lingering on her knife. “My hands aren’t read because I dipped them in paint.” Still, she muttered, “Bonny. I’m Bonny. And who might you be, mate?”

[piratezarina]

Zarina's eyes were immediately drawn to the scarlet red on the woman's hands, and her muscles tensed somewhat more, though in the back of her mind she knew that if this woman was a major threat or a rebel, she would have already attacked. "Zarina," she answered, lowering her cutlass ever so slightly. She stayed tensed, ready for action if necessary, but she didn't think this woman was to be a major threat. Her eyes were drawn to the blood again, and she raised a brow. "Rebel blood?"

Zarina had made it her own personal mission to hunt as many fairies as possible, but that didn't mean she'd taken her eyes off the main aims. She had to neutralise the rebels, and anybody who aided in that task was worthy of her acquaintance. If this woman was a member of Hook's army, Zarina would put her sword away. If not, she would kill, then go back home and be done with it.

[piratezarina]

Zarina fiddled with the handle of her cutlass as she gazed out across the sea. She was stood on the beach, watching as the sun went down across the shimmering waters. Though she had found a new home among Hook's crew, she could not deny the aesthetic appeal of the island and the beaches that had been her home for so long. It had been her home, then her prison, yet now she found herself stood on the beach with a sense of nostalgia for it's familiarity and safety. Things had been easier long ago, now the island was at war with itself and nothing would be the same again. The war had given her much, but she would never be able to restore the darkness that had consumed her soul.

As she contemplated these things, she heard twigs snapping towards the edge of the forest which lay behind her. Zarina's sense of safety on the abandoned beach drained away, and she was suddenly alert again. Her head lifted and turned slowly, the cutlass drawn. "Who goes there? State your name, or meet your death tonight."