Antaeus
dance with the waves, move with the sea
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free
There are different types of aquatics, the young pirate had had to learn that in his time on this earth. Those who lived in the sea, and those who prowled it. It was only through determination, he didn't follow his ancestors into the marine predatory life style. To call sailors to their deaths to feast upon their flesh. No, Antaeus did his best to swim with the sharks, but not to feast with them. It also meant he tended to keep away from both those of the land, and those of the ocean. And so as the small mare who scent carried salt approached him, he immediately side stepped away, gaze cutting towards her in the dismissive look the pirate had become known for in his time of caging his secrets and guarding them jealously.
Her words were murmured, and he snorted, cyan eyes turning away from her in dismissal, "Solitary fun." He responded, his gaze briefly flickering across the individuals who were beginning to feel pressing in. Her approach had halted his own steps, and now that he stood still, he could feel the bodies closing in. Too many people, too many people. All laughing and jostling against one another. And moving through the crowd had helped ease the panic. But now . . . now there was no easement, now there was just that sense of impending doom. Too many faces, too many eyes. Watching him, closing in on him.
He spun his gaze away from the crowd, pushing forward, ignoring the swaying mare in his sudden need to get away from crowd, even as he answered her questions, "Don't belong to Dusk." He snorted, his tone dismissive at the very idea of being tied down to a nation. He was a pirate, damn it, his home was the seas. Both above and below them - or they should be, if his half blood hadn't cursed him with the lack of fins. "Came in by boat not long ago." His words, his speech was gruff, awkward, and there was a slight hint to white to his eye as he pushed through the crowds, only finally settling down again once he had found himself in the back of the room, away from the crowd. His pockets were still full enough that the short period of plundering would give him something worth turning over for cash later.
Plundering though. His gaze suddenly turned sharp, towards the slightly smaller mare, his gaze observing her closely, as if staring into her soul, "Why?" There was so much laced into that one question. Why did she approach him. Why did she talk to him. But there was deeper down, a concern she had seen what he had been doing. Perhaps it was time to cut the games short, make his escape before the guards come to raid his goods. Perhaps he was asking why he should let her live with seeing his face, seeing his potential deeds. Perhaps he was merely asking why he should continue to stay.
Or perhaps, he was asking himself,
Why did I come to this stupid place to begin with.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Alfajiri
Notes: So he's on guard and kinda rawr. Not surprising considering what he was doing and his issues with crowds haha
