Training dance in the ashes
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#1
Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
Morning hours spent along the docks, amidst the crew, provided the ample distraction from any issues going on at home (which seemed to now be a default measure – in between shitty fathers, burnt ruins, and some deals involving goddesses). For the most part, they were peaceful and liberating, maneuvering supplies and portions around, joking with fellow Ark members, trading stupid boasts and pondering whether it’d be worth it to be drunk before noon.

Except something was off today – as she wandered upwards and along planks, listening to a telltale splash from beyond the ship, that should’ve signaled and signified. It didn’t though; Melita either too deterred or preoccupied by other tasks to pay it much heed. Until others began shouting and hollering, and she lifted her head from the cannons she’d been cleaning – and her gilded gaze caught the noticeable efforts of some strange individuals wading their way through the water –

With a very familiar box in their arms.

She sprang instantly, makeshift drawing her bow, snagging at her quiver – debating on which elemental arrow to utilize – while shouting likely the only warning they’d receive. “Hey, you fuckers!” The shout was emboldened, and so was the icy armament to follow.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Aurelia Murlow
the Fireheart


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#2
Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
The hubbub of the docks seems to have its natural flow, seamen chatting and harking about their wayward stories, barrels of fish and other usual items being hauled to and fro. Melita cleans her cannons dutifully. None of this would strike a flare of suspicion in Aurelia.

She stands naturally alongside her spitfire friend, engaged in casual conversation about bow techniques, her own fierce Bowregard cast over one shoulder in light of this. It grows more and more comfortable in her grip with each passing day and she seems to beam with pride over the expansion of her skillset.

This, of course, is a peaceful moment suddenly come undone. Shouts fill the air and Aurelia's head snaps over her shoulder, hands immediately fishing for the knife at her waist - out of familiarity. She hesitates as she tries to seek out what's gone wrong this time.

The warning hones her attentions in on the individuals that have seemed to cause the ruckus. She doesn't particularly recognize the box; they all look the same to her. But if Melita is certain enough to line up a shot, then there's nothing to ponder over.

The knife is forgotten, too small, too restricted in reach. Instead, her own bow is lifted, prepared, and snaps with the release of an arrow. A warning shot, surely, because it digs into the shallows of the water mere feet ahead of the group of men.

Four of them, to be exact, all of whom whip around to face their attackers. Aurelia marches across the docks, never yielding, but she doesn't leap into the fray like she wants to. There are a few too many of them for that idea to be any good. "I don't think that belongs to you," she growls out instead.

One of the men, perhaps the bolder of the four, unsheathes a deadly looking scimitar and glares forward.

"Come and take it, then," he heralds a mocking grin at her, revealing yellowed teeth. Meanwhile, his henchman continue to try and hurry the box away like the cowardly thieves they are.
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#3
Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
In tandem amongst and amidst crew members; their notions settled and buzzing, the drone and shift of movements, motions, maneuvers settled into the forefront. These would-be thieves should’ve known better; and yet, still sought to descend and continue. Maybe it was just as well. Battle, small and slight but there nonetheless, curved and called their way into her wild heart, and it sang in triumphant savagery.

Her eyes swept to Aurelia, a nod indicating her understanding, a whisper threading through the vestiges before the other marched onward, and Melita stayed on the ship's ramparts, height advantages in the skirmish. “I’ll try to pick them off.” To disregard, to disarm, to concave; indifferent to which. As long as they learned, fell apart, or merely left the box – but the notions of sedition had already spread through her veins, beating in her blood. She wouldn’t be ceased. Wouldn’t be stopped.

The arrow notched and released had the tips of ice emblazoned on its forefront, a promise of glacial expertise; only to spiral directly over the nearest combatant’s shoulder. It struck into the shallows instead, marking and embellishing a portion of rime nearby. “Fucker,” she hissed again, keeping her gaze pinpointed on Aurelia and the others, reaching behind to grab another. “I won’t miss again,” she promised; intending to make the next whole and true.

To hurt, to pierce, to puncture, when and where it mattered.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Aurelia Murlow
the Fireheart


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#4
Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
Aurelia's frustration and well-trained instincts threaten to take over from here, to dispatch this makeshift crew like the scum of the earth that they are. Petty thieves, fools, the lot of them. People like that don't deserve to-

Her thoughts come to a crashing halt, that darkness she thought she'd left behind so readily coming to the surface in a time of opportune need. She doesn't like it, doesn't like the way it feels in her mind and how it wrestles against who she really is. Or is that just it? Is that just who she really is, and everything about this is a denial of the truth?

She glares at the man's yellow grin, unmoving due to some sort of internal clash. She tenses as he steps forth, making his way up towards the dock, to rise upon it and snarl towards her.

One final warning, that's all he'll get. She knotches the arrow and lets it fly, lets it soar through the air, feet away from him. Turning down the bow, she stands her ground. "Melita!" She calls up without looking, "Stop them!" She gestures towards the three men taking off with the box. "I'll take care of this one," she states, not quite an exclamation but likely still audible.

At that, she sets the bow aside and unsheathes her hunter's knife. It shines in the light, the silver far too clean. And she advances with little fear. He takes a swing at her, scimitar dude that is, but she dips past it easily. She'll make quick work of him, she thinks; he looks strong, but clearly stupid. She has years of practice on her side. Surely it will work in her favor. But will she kill him? She doesn't know yet.
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#5
Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
In the heat of brazen, emboldened moments, her eyes went briefly to Aurelia, checking in, ensuring everything was okay.

Otherwise, she was a molten press of infernal resolution, with no other thoughts or hindrances in sight. Nothing to hold her back – flames and fury, a stoked fire without inhibition. It didn’t matter that these were people. That they were doing this for some reason.

She saw monsters. She saw vengeance. She saw opportunity to permit every god damned frustration of the past few seasons to be waged in an unholy viciousness and vehemence, to regard the world in the absolute ferocity lingering underneath. In them, she could see Sunjata, dicking around and not caring about anyone else but his own stupid fucking self. In them, she could see failure after failure, out there on the high seas. In them, she could see the house burning. The mob forming. Worlds colliding and apart and crashing all around the ashes.

Good. They could be destroyed too.

Her second arrow flew – and with it, came the piercing shriek of the man closest to her, as it hit and punctured his leg. Straight through, with the elemental brimstone, forgoing her ice so that she could feed the flames.

A smirk stuck to her features, and there was no howl, no bellow, immersed from her chest. Only the wicked sense of satisfaction as he fell, languishing in pain, rolling around in the shallow waters.

Two to go.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Aurelia Murlow
the Fireheart


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#6
Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
Aurelia can see the whizz of Melita's second arrow, can hear the cry of pain as one of the men is felled. Their leader, who swings his weapon and misses the sloppy strike against Aurelia, makes no pause. It would appear he has little concern over the wellbeing of his men, which only angers Aurelia further.

But she makes a conscious decision not to use the knife to stab him, because it might render her weaponless - and he may still be left standing in spite of it. No, she knows better than that. So she curls the handle in against her palm and sweeps her arm out, the sharpness of her blade lashing deep against his shoulder. Blood pools out of it immediately.

However, even with the blade still safe in her grip, it's not over yet. Her opponent whirls around, thudding the hilt of his blade against her head. It hits nothing vital, thankfully, and it's not enough to knock her out. All the same, he's heavy-handed and the hit sends Aurelia reeling backwards, losing control of her balance. Her feet stumble desperately but she falls, straight off of the edge of the dock. She lands somewhere in the shallows, head thundering and spinning.

"Had enough already!?" He spits at her from atop the dock, laughing.
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#7
Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
Her focus was drawn on the two left – considering her choices. Electricity this time, grabbing hold of the alterations in her quiver, notching in smooth motions, a picture of ruffian elegance, might, and unruly savagery. Try it, fuckers she dared in between movements, in the gesture of her drawn string, in the way her eyes narrowed, aimed, and took fire. They wouldn’t be leaving with anything not their own.

Soon, the man’s howling matched his brethren’s. The armament embedded itself into his shoulder, and a mighty guffaw of pain bellowed and shrieked into the ramparts and docks, the sizzle and snap of sparks pulsing in waves. A very Cheshire grin formed on her mouth, and then her eyes went to the last, only to be distracted by Aurelia’s circumstances.

“Hey!” She shouted, mostly to be a deterrent; not wanting to overstep, not wanting to take what might’ve been her crewmate’s ambitions, but not liking where the image was going. “You all right?” Her trigger finger was on the nuances of the remaining moron, but she could easily alter the stance and target within a minuscule moment.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Aurelia Murlow
the Fireheart


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#8
Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
The water dizzies her for a moment, lost in the flow as it pours in over her legs. A distinct, throbbing pain in her head sharpens her nerves, though. She grits her teeth and plucks the bow from off her back once more. Perhaps it was foolish of her to ever lower it and bring herself into close range of this guy, but she doesn't linger on this thought for very long.

From her downed position in the water, she arches an arrow to the string and lets the arrow fly. It misses widely, however. The man dodges it with relative ease, having seen it coming. He leaps down into the water towards her, scimitar at the ready with its sharpened edge glaring for her - a promise of swiftly-drawn blood, this time.

Only, the promise is weak. Melita's warning call makes him take pause, and Aurelia lunges out with her foot to trip him up. He snarls in frustration as he stumbles.

She takes advantage of the opportunity to regain her bearings and leap back up to her feet, moving away from him to keep him at a distance, her back to the shore. She readies another arrow and glances up at Melita, "Yeah! Just fine!" She grimaces, pulling the arrow back with all of the strength and poise she can muster. This next one will hit. It has to.
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#9
Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
It didn’t sound just fine.

But she had a job to do – vehemence to fulfill. For now, Aurelia could take care of herself. On that notion, her eyes scanned the maelstrom again, the box, the scimitar guy, and what remained of her own prey.

Quickly striving to evade.

“Not today, pal,” and she ventured forward, notching one more arrow onto her bow; listening to the crackle of flames, embossed and embedded in its fiery filaments. It sung of demolition and ignition, and as she released the string, over the greater expanse and distance, her accuracy became all the more glorious, emboldened, and malicious.

Because it sunk straight into the thief’s spine, and she listened to him howl vaguely.

No remorse. No regret. Nothing but a smug smile on her features, as she raced down the docks, as he felled and she never looked back, as she came closer to help Aurelia.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Aurelia Murlow
the Fireheart


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#10
Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
Aurelia's focus falters as the flaming arrow arcs through the air and sinks into the last henchman's spine. She flinches, a brief show of sympathy... which surprises her, considering the purpose these men are here with, the goods they're trying to run off with.

The rush of Melita across the docks and the steady movement of the last man standing to rise up again, it brings her gaze back. A gaze that darkens with intent once more, as she stands in the shallows, clothes dripping with seawater that weighs her down into her heels, which sink into the beckoning sand. This is her home, and these are the Ark's belongings, whatever they may be. It's not the contents of the box that matter, it's the premise. No one can simply steal from the crew and get away with it. No one.

Not even some sorry looking urchin of a man, who clearly has carved out a path in life that would lead him to such a demise as this. The arrow is released. It hasn't far to go but it collects a strength from Aurelia's pull that wouldn't need distance. The head pierces his flesh, sinking into his stomach and passing through far enough that only half of the arrow sticks straight out.

He howls and crumples, and that is it. He is still alive, of course... stronger opponent that he is, and Aurelia is fine to leave him this way. Her gaze glances up towards Melita, though, and she wonders if the other smuggler has such mercy. "Melita!" Aurelia calls out, just in case she had plans of finishing him off, "Leave him..." and she glares back down at him from where he looks up at her in surprise that's shrouded by pain, "let him suffer. Even if he lives, he'll know better than to steal from the Ark ever again."

At that, she lowers her bow and marches towards the crate.
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#11
Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
Aurelia wouldn’t have to worry – Melita had no intentions of finishing the man off. She rather enjoyed the notion of him suffering, beleaguered by terror, by torment, by the mere thought of thinking to prey upon the Ark and its crew. If he perished from his injuries, they wouldn’t have to worry about his ilk again. If he recovered by some merciful moments or benefactor, then he’d likely learned a valuable lesson.

The youth polished her indifference amidst the flames, and carried on without hesitation.

So instead of landing one last blow, she raced down along the docks, catching up with Aurelia, bow already tucked away, quiver banging against her back. Fangorn slid alongside, and her swift strides carried her towards her fellow crew member, until her eyes were narrowed, suspicious. “Anything tampered with?” Motioning her chin, jutting her jaw, towards the box.

Then she angled a glare at the remaining fool – in case he thought about striving for it all again.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
Aurelia Murlow
the Fireheart


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#12
Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
A valuable lesson for the thieves, indeed, as they struggle to assemble themselves and limp away. If they can, anyway. Aurelia will make no moves to help or hinder them. She stands beside the box like an immovable statue, watching them leave, until Melita arrives beside her with the shuffle of feet, quiver, and Fangorn's vines. Aurelia casts a dark, green gaze towards her before it's flickering over the large crate.

She lifts the top to examine the contents within. Fortunately, nothing took damage - except, perhaps, the box itself. It may not survive another load, dinged up as it is. However, the bottles and trinkets and whatever else within, are all in pristine condition. "Looks fine, and it doesn't seem like anything is missing," Aurelia makes a point of letting Melita see for herself before she closes it up and gives it a pat for good measure.

"Well, let's haul it back... I'm sure Jack won't mind if we take a bit of rum for a reward, huh?"



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and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong


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