Palekusa and whoever joins.
Hit me via pm/msn/aim if I don't keep up with this thread. I really friggin' mean that. I've gotten into bad rping habits as of late, and I'm trying to break them. Namely by being more active.
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The fourty-fifth of Tessera, in the year of 81379...
A stone gray thill stood at the very edge of one of the older wooden piers, seemingly on the edge of plunging into the chill spray that dusted her bare hind paws as each wave crested, smashing itself into oblivion against the aged wood. The evening air was thick with the smell of salt water and the far more acrid rank from the poorer ships running off of fossil fuels and the like. The sky above was overcast, thick gray and black thunderheads threatening the citizens of coastal Bhim into their homes. A few hints of rain had already dampened the air, but it would be nothing compaired to the pounding gale that was promised for later.
Palekusa had chosen this point for a reason; the newer docks were larger, made of steel and machina and the sweat and blood of the engineers who had worked so hard on them, only for the fruits of their labour to fall into a state of disarray. The populace of Bhim was not, as always stereotyped, one of murderers and theives, but there were a substancial amount of lower class 'dragons. The ones who had been hired for dock matinance. Palekusa had seen them, lounging about the piers trying to make light of their situation, occasionally rising and making a half-hearted attempt at cleaning rust and caked-on filth from the docks whenever a superior passed by.
The wooden docks were used even less, only the much smaller watercraft kept for personal use by fisher'dragons and the like using them, and even then only rarely. So it was here she had chosen to make her pact, amidst the salt and spray and the turmult above.
Raising her right hand, she held it infront of her, parallel to the waters below. Clutched in her slim fingers was a sheathed sword. A medival weapon, nothing compared to the firearms used by the majority of 'dragons in the current day in age, yet of a make she herself used. It was not one of her prized swords, but a practice one she could finacially 'throw away' without worry. It was symbolic above all else.
"I was a fool..." she whispered, before dropping the weapon, eyes following it until it dropped almost silently into the water.