#v. isla mal

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:: piirateking

             he was the SILENT party -- he stalked softly, flanking              his partner, the VICIOUS half of the party. the burning              taste of the salvia he’d smoked just before they’d slipped              into the forest had spread into his body, leaving him so              AWARE of his surroundings, so CONSCIOUS -- he could              feel the jungle breathing around him, and he could hear the              panicked heartbeat of the man who’d tried to run from them.

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:: piirateking

         “I don’t think you know who I am, CHANCHO.           I suggest you put the pistol away before I           find another place for it.” his threats were           SWEET, dark eyes shifting when he heard           the creak of a wooden door. he grinned as           soon as he saw a familiar presence, his arms           opening out in an offer, chuckling lowly when           the UNINFORMED goon pressed the barrel of           his gun underneath his throat. he spoke CLEARLY;

                      “VAAS -- could you tell your                        friend to put his gun away?                        He must be NEW ------ no?”