#( thread 005. )

[ramzalsalos]

all around. . . it was a pretty peaceful day and, for once, judal hadn’t had a single complaint that he could think of; in fact, instead of flying, he was traveling by boat today in an attempt to give his days some variety. in some aspects, this place reminded him of sindria; it was perfect and without a shitty king to ruin it. . . the magi could certainly get used to this. leaning on the edge of the boat, a gentle breeze rolls past a—

. . . plop !

red hues idly glancing at what hit the water, his calm composure completely shatters when he realizes one of his ornate earrings had fallen out and into the water; blinking in disbelief, he yells as a first response.

“ ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING MEEEEE !? “

second response? he grabs his staff and throws himself out of the boat and completely parts the water where it fell immediately; keeping the boat steady, so its passengers are still secured, judal’s attention fully returns to searching for his missing jewelry. it couldn’t be that difficult to find. . . if only he had more eyes helping him look; perhaps then it would be easier. it’s not like he’s asking them to swim around in this shit, anyway. attention returning to the boat, he calls out to one of its passengers; she’s young, but something is better than nothing. “ hey. . . you ! ! help me find my other earring ! it looks exactly like this one. “ pointing at his other ear to show her what he was talking about, he leaves nigh zero room for question before continuing his search.

@marryonette​

[gouyokus]

scoping out the boarding docks is something that hawks will unfortunately admit to being an absolute terrible idea; in fact, it was so awful, that he had stripped himself of his feathers and was forced to retreat in order to find a safe place to lay low. without his feathers, he was as good as dead out here, and he could only hope that he would regain full control of them soon; not being able to use them offensively put him at a huge disadvantage; however, after more had been uncovered about these islands, it would be a crime for him to not to continue being present here.

which is how he landed himself in his current situation :

crouched in a dense thicket and covered in dirt and dried blood with his knees to his chest to stay as small as possible, hawks mused it would only be a matter of time until someone found him; with his wings plucked clean, it gave him a better chance to stay hidden, but he could only rely on this for so long. he was tired, hungry, and slowly wearing thin; while it wasn't the worst situation he has been in, it certainly wasn't the best and his optimism could only take him so far. perhaps. . . he should have stayed with that small, angry girl; he mused he would have gone mad bickering with her constantly, but his chances would have been a lot better. if only he had watched his own temper. . .

not having any of his feathers to patrol the area to check if it's save, the hero could only make a wild guess and keep a steady head on his shoulders; one wrong move and it could mean death— he wasn't about to take that lightly, either. slowly, he rises from his position, too on guard to care that his muscles ached from cramping himself; steadily, he began moving and winced at every stick and leaf that loudly cracked under his boots. he had enough training to handle close combat, but if those villagers obtained any guns. . . there's no telling how it would turn out; it was worrisome to consider and hawks didn't know if he could stomach having to kill a civilian: hostile or not.

only a few minutes into his trek and he realized he had been spotted after boisterous shouting rang loudly from the distance; heart hammering in his chest, he darted from his current position and ran as quickly as his legs could carry him. those that caught up to him, he managed to render unconscious due to them only attacking him one at a time; however, those skirmishes had set him back and three more men had caught up to him at once. . . he was surrounded and far too exhausted to put up a decent fight. . . but he had to. muscles aching in protest as he moved in to strike, he managed as well as he could; not a single man would leave this unscathed and he reckoned he had blackened all of their eyes, but it wasn’t enough. one heavy hand to his gut left him winded and the next blow that hit the back of his head made the world spin; now restrained, once his eyes refocused, his head snapped up and his eyes widened in primal fear—

“— ! ! “ 

@seunglihaeya