Post by EriChar on Jul 22, 2015 8:21:18 GMT -5
Ishika Daiyuu "A lady simply asks she be given the esteem that her station affords her..." Colour Code:#01DF74 |
It is truly strange how things might grow and adapt. Everything connected if one traces the lineage back far enough, even the trees and the monkeys that climb them must at some point have a common ancestor. A greatness with the repetition of near infinity grandparent that in some way connects the two so distant beings together and smiles in some kind of afterlife as it looks over them. The march of development always taking place, it is somewhat amusing to see how distant that these things become, and even more how they might come together again once more. Fish and birds could be a brilliant example of this. One side of the spectrum being scaled and so used to wetness that they would die without it, the other if fluffy and feathery and often entirely encumbered by the surrounding presence of water around it’s flesh. One of these distantly connected branches now dominates the skies and crows with its conquest, whilst the other fills the oceans with a silent march that seems infinite and without any chance of their kingdom ever being lost. However, if one looks close enough, even these vastly separated groups of animals might have parts of them which are common.
The duck and goose happy to bob above the water, it is the boldness of the penguin that steps into a terrain that no other bird may dare. Flicking and flapping its way through the water in a flight that is all its own, while many have mocked this tuxedo wearing creature for the way it might waddle on land, every feathery flyer would likely find envy as they monitored the majesty with which these squat and silly creatures passed through the waves. Pioneers of their class, whilst many Aves might have baulked at the idea of swimming, this plucky creature of black and white demonstrated its character with defiance, and was not alone in that regard.
Scales giving rise to sails of silky fins, the family Exocoetidae shows the same brazen disregard for stereotyping that our fleecy feathered swimmer does. Flying fish sticking a middle fin up to any who said that the only home that a gill breathing animal could find would be the water, with ingenuity of mind and means, these glittering gliders can soar through the air with an eye catching flight like no other. Ploughing through the domain of the bird and the bat, these airborne animals of the aqua share the splendour of the sea hunting penguin, and so too do they divvy the desire to defy their design. A story about either of these archetype alienating achievers would be an inspiring one, unfortunately, the cruel crack of cannon fire had driven both birds and fish for any place near where our story was to take place. That is probably a shame.
“There ain’t a match on these seas for our cap’n!” Fists pumped into the sky alongside the smoke of smouldering fire, as the blue hull of a borrowed boat moored next to the smoking husk of its smaller ‘prey’, the crew of the Chained Lady cheered at their victory. A battle missed by only moments, as the bodies beaten brigands lay strewn beneath the black sails of their enemy, one could have been forgiven for mistaking what had happened as a triumph for the forces of justice. Unfortunately, it was far from that. Vessel of deceit liberated from the Jreum shipyard that the Marines controlled, whilst the crew had removed the seagull from the flags, the craft still had a heavy scent of navy control about it. That was a smell that the peerless captain was growing weary of.
Ishika Daiyuu once again helming our tale, whilst it might have been a more meaningful story to follow the adventures of a plucky young man, at the very least the wicked wench would provide a measure of visual candy for us to enjoy. Sleek black locks once again sculpted into the ear like buns on the corners of her cranium, our returning lady was dressed in dark colours as seemed customary, wearing a strapless gown of green silk that had its long skirt split straight down the middle. Once again dressed for success, or maybe even a ball in high society, she wore the black fur coat over her shoulders to protect her delicate flesh from the bite of sea air. Black boots wrapping her legs from the knee downward, the dark mistress was looking ravishing even in the wake of a battle, her outfit and flesh barely scratched by the combat she had undertaken. However, despite her usual love of violence and destruction, there was something that irked the untouched maiden of the malign. While she was a woman who believed she could now dominate the sea, and carry her name with the esteem it deserved, the fierce fox found a certain frustration even in the feat she now experienced.
They should quake because of my name, not the Marines! A knot in her brow as her foot hammered the deck, as the hands of the smoky seductress pulled the long pipe she loved to suckle from out of her pocket, and struck it up between her lips. A tender pull on that sweetness within usually seeming to calm her, as the taste of tobacco filled her mouth Miss Ishika did not discover the sourness of this experience being washed away in any large regard. Vessel mistaken for that of the Marines, as she had boarded to attack this crew head on, to the consternation of so condescending a creation, she had been rather offensively deemed a force of justice rather than destruction! That simply would not do.
It should be my own reputation that terrifies those who see these sails, not because they think it’s the forces of justice. My ship needs a new look for certain… Initially impressed by the capacity of the craft she had named her ‘chained lady’, a title that seemed fitting given the other gifts that the dark dame had received that day, it seemed more and more that her new chariot was in need of an overhaul. Deck stilled decorated with the design of the Marine force, our Malevolent Miss was starting to become frustrated with the mistakes that were made because of this oversight, her own renown seeming to fall second to the colours that her boat wore. For certain she was every bit the ferocious force that her crewmen had implied, and yet, there seemed to be a lacking sense of esteem by the world as a whole…