Post by Haizea on Aug 14, 2005 1:29:10 GMT
A deep, baritone horn sounds.
The gruff sailors of the Vakaden fleet take action, falling into the routine they had perfected over the course of their lives; this was just another ambush to them.
The Pirates, too, heard the sound of the hunt, and without a moment's hesitation, began to flee.
Haizea watched, her periwinkle eyes twinkling with great amusement as the action below began to unfold in all its magnificence.
A Pirate Hunt was beginning!
The young Wind Goddess (or at least, young compared to her fellow deities) sighed, an arm danging off the cloud she was lying on, wishing she could physically get a closer view. Alas, not yet...
Technically, she was not even supposed to be outside of her palace, which was hidden amongst the highest clouds in the sky. But this she could not resist.
A small fleet of five Warships from Vakad began the chase of another, slightly smaller ship that bore the flag of a pirate. While the ambush was successful, the Pirates, with excellent skill and timing, had managed to get ahead.
Pushing away a stand of silky, lavender colored hair that eternally floated around her whether or not there was a breeze, Haizea focused her energy into manipulating the wind to be her eyes.
If any of the war parties had bothered to look up, they would have seen a pair of eyes, as if a mirage, hovering above them, swaying as seductively as the wind...
Looking into the Pirate's ship she saw that a few crates were still out in the open.
'Hmm... the ambush must have prevented them from storing the rest...'
Looking even closer, Haizea noticed one of the crates were partially open, revealing various types of herbs and plants...
"Medicines." she muttered aloud in realization.
She had heard that there was an illness spreading amongst her people, and a shipment was to come... the Pirates must have intercepted it.
"Well now, that will not do. I can not have my followers dying prematurely of illness.." Haizea said aloud, sitting up on her knees.
Holding her hands a few inches away from the side of her face, palms outward at an inward angle, Haizea closed her eyes for a moment, letting the different patterns of the wind around her flow through her.
Opening her eyes, with a small, mischievous smile, Haizea took in a deep breath, letting it out softly and slowly.
Her exhaled breath traveled at first slowly, but then began to pick up speed and magnitude as it barreled down at the Vakadan Warships, hitting them with such a force that they caught up and surrounded the Pirate ship easily, whom, knowing that there was no chance at victory and fearful for their lives, raised a white flag of surrender.
Since there was nothing left to see or do, Haizea returned to her palace, smiling widely at the prayers of thanks she got from the sailors, and even wider at the curses of the pirates.
The gruff sailors of the Vakaden fleet take action, falling into the routine they had perfected over the course of their lives; this was just another ambush to them.
The Pirates, too, heard the sound of the hunt, and without a moment's hesitation, began to flee.
Haizea watched, her periwinkle eyes twinkling with great amusement as the action below began to unfold in all its magnificence.
A Pirate Hunt was beginning!
The young Wind Goddess (or at least, young compared to her fellow deities) sighed, an arm danging off the cloud she was lying on, wishing she could physically get a closer view. Alas, not yet...
Technically, she was not even supposed to be outside of her palace, which was hidden amongst the highest clouds in the sky. But this she could not resist.
A small fleet of five Warships from Vakad began the chase of another, slightly smaller ship that bore the flag of a pirate. While the ambush was successful, the Pirates, with excellent skill and timing, had managed to get ahead.
Pushing away a stand of silky, lavender colored hair that eternally floated around her whether or not there was a breeze, Haizea focused her energy into manipulating the wind to be her eyes.
If any of the war parties had bothered to look up, they would have seen a pair of eyes, as if a mirage, hovering above them, swaying as seductively as the wind...
Looking into the Pirate's ship she saw that a few crates were still out in the open.
'Hmm... the ambush must have prevented them from storing the rest...'
Looking even closer, Haizea noticed one of the crates were partially open, revealing various types of herbs and plants...
"Medicines." she muttered aloud in realization.
She had heard that there was an illness spreading amongst her people, and a shipment was to come... the Pirates must have intercepted it.
"Well now, that will not do. I can not have my followers dying prematurely of illness.." Haizea said aloud, sitting up on her knees.
Holding her hands a few inches away from the side of her face, palms outward at an inward angle, Haizea closed her eyes for a moment, letting the different patterns of the wind around her flow through her.
Opening her eyes, with a small, mischievous smile, Haizea took in a deep breath, letting it out softly and slowly.
Her exhaled breath traveled at first slowly, but then began to pick up speed and magnitude as it barreled down at the Vakadan Warships, hitting them with such a force that they caught up and surrounded the Pirate ship easily, whom, knowing that there was no chance at victory and fearful for their lives, raised a white flag of surrender.
Since there was nothing left to see or do, Haizea returned to her palace, smiling widely at the prayers of thanks she got from the sailors, and even wider at the curses of the pirates.