The Boys

Azure reached forward as the alcohol was offered, wrapping his mutated paw around it to drag the container closer to allow for him to take a few deep drinks. It was not something he went looking to partake in often, but when opportunity struck and he felt he deserved it so thoroughly, there was no harm in having a night or two with less inhibitions. "Calling them dragons is a bit more than they deserve." He grunted in reply. "I waited to see if more would come, but it seemed they have less border guards than I'd anticipated. That, or less pirates are interested in defending their 'King' then Sparrow would like to admit. I believe, in all, there were four." He did not count the puppy he had punted across the sand - though surely it had brought the pirate's ire higher to watch.

Acknowledging his scars, he lifted the same paw to touch tentatively to his torn ear and then shrugged. "I've had most of them for as long as I can remember." His torn ears, the slices across his eye, all wounds earned in battle as a child. Not what he'd consider fierce. "I regret giving them the opportunity for this one. I'm sure they'll use it as evidence of their win in stories, and ignore the three I delivered in retaliation."

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