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Astarion ([personal profile] good_taste) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2022-06-22 03:57 pm (UTC)

[Sneaking is a popular activity around here, it seems. He's quite fond of it--it's the only way he keeps fed. seduce a crewman or two, rendezvous somewhere in the cargo hold, oh, by the way, you're fine with a little biting, aren't you darling?

It had been working out quite well for him. Yes, some of the crew had mysteriously developed a bit of anemia, but they enjoyed themselves, so what's the harm, really?

But remaining well-behaved for the rest of the day was boring, and that white raven he'd ended up with needed solid food. The sailors thought the thing was an ill omen on deck, because everything was an ill omen. He absolutely did not care, and in fact was more determined to bring it everywhere he could get away with. So! Into the kitchens he went, accompanied by the bird.

The sound of the explosion produced a startled squawk from the raven, which flew off onto the highest shelf it could find, feathers ruffled.]


Well. We could always throw it at the mermaids. [They've quickly become his least favorite denizen of the deep, and any chance to ruin their day sounded like a good idea to him.]

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