forum Space Cult Spin-off: Pirate and a Prince ((Private rp))

Started June 24, 2020 by @ElderGod-kirky group

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Aaaaand It's time for Amira to kick some princely ass, and then kill him with crushing hugs
@crocs-to-a-knife-fight

gasp, he's gonna get to cuddle with the tiger. babe. once he's less of a dick malakai will let him give belly rubs and hugs when sad

:DDDDD
I am so looking forward to his character arc

its gonna be great and i'm excited. i think thisll be the first one i start, if i do

lmao I don't blame you

Never in her life had Amira Sultan felt so at home, as she did on her ship.

When the twenty year old had left her kingdom, seventeen and alone after putting her sister on the throne and delivering her friends to all the places they wanted to call home, she had been lost. More so than she had been the first time she'd left. Even though then had been running, and this had been searching.

But she had heard a call, from the ocean off the shores of Eli's country. And she had decided then and there that she would do anything she could to make a name for herself on the ocean. No more dry land, no more Thief of Calaver and Runaway First Daughter. She would be one with the ocean.

And even though their were hardships, she had done just that. The Tiger had been born, and had taken command of the seas that she traversed, with only a small crew and a tiger–hence the name–at her side.

But no matter how far she had come, sometimes, she ran out of patience. And this man in front of her was doing a great job of ridding her of every ounce of it.

"You are a prisoner, you arrogant jackass. Watch your tongue before you lose it."

"Now who's the arrogant one?" Rhysand shot back, a look of cool boredom perfectly etched into his features despite the many ropes binding him to his person. The knots were well done, he had to commemorate that, but being kidnapped wasn't exactly on his daily planner. His servant had failed to inform him of this particular activity.

The prince shifted on his knees. The wood of the deck digging greatly into the bone. He shifted his wrists. The rope chafed against his skin quite painfully. Finally, after a moment of drawing out his undeterred silence, he tipped his head back and looked down his nose at the woman standing before him as best as he could from his kneeling position. "I'm horribly sorry, miss, but I'm afraid I cannot watch what I cannot see, so your threat is terribly unfair on your part."

Was provoking a pirate captain a bad move? Possibly yes, but Rhysand wasn't exactly in the best of moods, and she had to've known that the prince she captured was known for failing to keep his trap shut. Many political dinners had ended swiftly and explosively before his mothers had finally forbidden him from joining them. Thank the stars above, he absolutely loathed them. All the gawking from the pretty little daughters and the envious stares from the pudgy fathers and the hunter's stares from the greedy mothers.

Nox soared above, riding the wind and not letting out a sound, attempting to stay out of sight of the angry lady. He wasn't being called by his master, at least not yet, so he stayed away until called upon. If the angry lady so much as pointed a dagger at the prince, Rhysand knew that his very territorial and very aggressive raven would swoop down without hesitation to defend him. The thought coaxed a smirk to his lips and a cocky tilt to his head, loosening some blond strands into his one baby blue eye.

"Are you terribly interested in findin' it right in front of you, then?"

Amira leaned down, bent at the waist, until her face was just close enough that she could look at him eye to eye. To be fair–it wasn't hard. He was tall, almost rivaling her first mate in height, and she was very much the opposite. Still, she bent, face set in a look that was very far from amused.

"Prisoner or guest, you are aboard my ship. And if it takes removing a limb for you to remember that, then I will gladly have my boatswain do so. I am sure she would delight in the opportunity, as she doesn't get to punish people often." They weren't empty threats. Anyone could tell that, even if they hadn't seen her break a man's fingers one by one for attempting to assault one of her crew members. But those that had weren't too excited in sticking around once this prisoner did piss her off bad enough.

Amira straightened, her strange, dark eyes leaving his immediate field of vision as she rested a hand on the hilt of the saif at her waist. "Welcome, princeling. Enjoy your time here. As much as you can before I decide to get rid of you."

Holding his tongue was perhaps the hardest task he had to accomplish as the nasty woman got into his face. Rhysand settled for glowering at her throughout her pretty speech, not flinching at the implication that he'd be harmed and/or tortured if he lashed out at the crew—even if it took some effort to keep that cool and borderline amused mask over his face. No, don't freak out. Don't lash at her, or you'll be hit.

Instead, he flashed a brilliant smile before releasing a sharp whistle. Nox swooped in within seconds and released a harsh caw, nails digging into his shoulder and twisting the fabric of his shirt. Rhysand's confident smile and narrowed eyes never wavered. "Alright, pup. Have it your way." He shrugged, lightly jostling Nox. The raven's beady eyes never left Amira. "I'll be out of your hair in no time. My mothers will notice I'm gone soon enough." At least he hoped. It was hard to tell which one of them would be the ruling voice of the relationship when it came to discussing important matters. He tried not to let his nerves leek through, and he thought he did a good enough job at that, even if Nox pressed into the side of Rhysand's head.

For just a brief second, Amira's unwavering demeanor cracked, something like interest spiking as the bird flew down and landed on her captive's shoulder. Animal. She liked those. Birds were fun, especially, as they could be trained to hunt and carry messages. Rana had loved sneaking out to the palace coops, seeing the hunting birds and the carrier pigeons and doves. Amira would bring her out, over and over, no matter how many times her mother had her punished for 'putting her at risk'.

Once she had returned herself to the slightly annoyed state from before, she arched a brow, lips lifting in a slightly mocking grin. "I'm sure. Trouble is, they would have to find us, to find you, princeling." She said, lifting a hand and motioning for one of the few gathered people to step forward.

As soon as the ordeal of raiding a ship had been taken care of–it was quite incredible that such a small group had made such quick work of the larger crew–everyone had returned to their jobs. The only ones who stayed were her first and second mate. Diego Guerrera was a tall man with a fondness for bright colors, same as his captain. Currently dressed in a multi-colored, patterned button up, he looked entirely at ease with the energy currently being tossed back and forth. He was, in every sense, the opposite of the second mate and boatswain. With shocking red hair and a scowl to scare the living hell out of any man, Morrigan Varnes fit the image of 'will kill you, and have fun doing it'.

Luckily, it was Diego who stepped forward. "Watcha need, Cap'n?" He inquired, circling the man tied up on the deck before stopping next to Amira. The smiling man gave a small wave, unconcerned with the fact that this was a prisoner, not a shopkeep he was friendly with.

"Take him down. It is your choice of cell this time, just make sure he is secure before releasing him from his bindings. The bird may go with. Morr, I need you keeping an eye on Koi while he helps Lead with the canon's down under." Morrigan was gone before she had even finished, and Diego stepped forward, reaching out to help Rhysand up.

A very bad decision.

A very bad decision indeed.

Perhaps surprisingly to the pirates, their captive sent a bemused but entertained look their way as the first mate reached for him. Though, perhaps it wasn't so surprising once they found out the reason for that look.

Nox lashed out at the unfriendly hand, a shrill caw escaping his open beak. More followed in rapid succession while feathers puffed up and wings beat the air. Beneath the raven's onslaught of sounds, a click of a tongue signaled for the bird to take flight—mostly to avoid getting smacked in the face by those wings. Nox needed no more and leaped off of his master's shoulder, clawed feet outstretched and ready to attack the people intending to harm Rhysand. The Prince had saved the bird's life so long ago, and now he had his devout loyalty and protection.

The royal captive watched this unfold with an unwavering focus. While he had seemed delighted at the other man's mistake, Rhysand was still careful to make sure his raven didn't harm someone too much in his quest to protect his master. So far, it looked as though Nox was in defend mode, issuing warning calls—similar to those emitted when a raven's territory had trespassers—and making his threat very clear: stay away or I'll attack.

Rhysand had, of course, been the only one who knew about the raven's territorial response. That was made all the more evident by the string of cursewords Diego let out, as he danced away from the captive and bird. Well, attempted to, at least. Nox didn't seem too inclined to let him move away, still carrying on like the world was ending.

It didn't take Amira more than a few moments to act, quickly moving between Diego and the bird as soon as there was an opening. Her bandaged arms came up, bracing in front of her face and taking the brunt of the clawed attacks. "Diego, back away now." She instructed, her voice and expression unwavering despite the blood already staining her bandages. When the raven pulled back, gearing up, she reached out, quickly and carefully wrapping the bird and pinning it's wings–safely–to its body.

Shifting the creature to hold it with one arm, a small biscuit suddenly appeared in her other hand, waving in front of the bird's face. "Look, a snack. Do you want the snack? I need you to calm down for just a second. We are not going to hurt your friend. He is going to the inside of the ship, and you can go with him. Diego." Diego moved to the prince, wincing slightly as he poked one of the small cuts on his chest, which had torn the fabric of his shirt. More damage to the shirt than him, really. He stopped just close enough to the prince to offer a hand, keeping it just a bit away from him. "See? He is helping him stand."

He might've been a major dickwad in the eyes of these pirates, but Rhysand's concern was genuine as he watched the woman grab his bird. The prince of all people knew how much the raven hated being grabbed, and especially when his wings got pinned. His mismatched eyes widened a fraction and he shifted every so slightly. "Er, I don't think that's–"

Nox screamed. The continuous and off-kilter sound that pushed out of the creature's throat caused Rhysand to duck his head and wince. Nox thrashed in the woman's grip, beak parted dangerously, neck twisting almost unnaturally and definitely painfully, wings pushing against their flesh vices, claws digging at anything they touched. Nox screamed and scratched and sounded very much like Amira had plunged a knife into his chest but didn't finish the job. Dramatic? Outstandingly. Rhysand could do nothing but watch with a slight hint of sympathy as his rescued raven threw his tantrum in the pirate's grasp.

Rhysand sighed after a few seconds and glanced up at Diego, shrugging his shoulders as best as he could in the ropes keeping him tied. "Yeah, go ahead, just stay away from the drama queen over there and try not to look like you want to murder me? Wouldn't want you to ruin your face even more than it already is."

Diego coughed out a laugh at that, helping the prince up and looking over at Amira, who wasn't budging one bit. "That bird won't be getting free until it's calmed down. Trust me on that." He said, patting Rhysand on the shoulder. "She won't hurt him, for sure, but I don't think I've ever met someone who could just…grab a bird out of the air the way she does with the seagulls. She did it to a Jaeger, once. Grabbed the fucker before it could snatch her mouse. Thing screamed, not the way yours is doing, but it wasn't happy. Minute later she had it snuggling with her."

He wasn't lying. Evidenced, by the way Amira sighed and moved her hand, shoving the treat right into the screaming mouth of the bird. Not far enough to choke, but enough for him to know there was food in his mouth. "Look. Snack. Your screaming makes it sound like I'm murdering the captive. You sound like a human screaming." She laughed. An actual laugh, despite the red bleeding through her bandages, and the pain she must have been in, but was hiding. "I should ask you to scream when I have prisoners I need information out of. Then there would be no need for violence towards them, as they would already be terrified. You and I are going to make a spectacular team, if the need arises while you are on board."

Rhysand side-eyed Diego as he listened, both skeptical and amused. Technically speaking, he shouldn't be casually conversing with the people responsible for his kidnapping. However, he wasn't mad about the slight bit of normalcy while his raven screamed bloody murder. At least, screamed blood murder until Amira moved and started talking, surprising both corvid and corvid master. Both paused for a solid five seconds before one of them finally moved.

Nox let out a croak and flattened his puffed up feathers, then accepted the forced treat without further hesitation. To Rhysand's absolute horror and astonishment, his bird, his very dramatic and picky bird, settled down into the woman's arms without any more screaming or thrashing. In fact, his eyes slipped closed once the treat was devoured, content as can be in the stranger's grasp. The prince stared, slackjawed, then cast a look of complete bewilderment and disbelief. "What the fuck did you just do to my bird?" he asked, flicking his eyes up and down between the snoozing raven and the pirate that tamed him without so much as a flinch, despite the clear red blooming over her arms.

"I gave him a snack." Amira said simply, flashing a quick smile to Rhys. "Sometimes Morrigan gets grumpy until you make her eat. But she is not allowed to know I mentioned that." She, herself, didn't get anything when she didn't eat. Just a bit faint, the longer she went. Like now, combining blood loss with a lack of sustenance. A nap sounded great. But she had a bird and a captive to deal with, though the former was pretty much under control, happily allowing her to pet it while she spoke.

"I guess I am accompanying you two down. And then I would like to return to my duties. I do have a ship to run. Taming birds is more a necessity born side hobby." Liar. It's what kept you connected to your sister after you left her alone in the palace. And even though your mother isn't there to be afraid of, you still left her ag- Amira shook her head slightly, turning to head down into the ship. "Hurry up, you two. The sea may be patient, but I am far from it."

Rhysand narrowed his eyes at the crazy woman, pissed at her for two reasons now: the weight of his kidnapping just sank in, and she had managed to tame his bird to a degree he had never been able to accomplish with just a 'snack.' He remained skeptical as to if that 'snack' was laced with anything, particularly anything that would induce drowsiness as he watched Nox peacefully settle down for a nap.

He jerked his chin towards Diego. "I'm sort of waiting for pretty boy, here. You tied me up, remember pups?" He flashed a humorless smirk and twisted enough to show off the very well done ropes keeping his upper half immobile. He'd be able to run, sure, but not far without a form of balance, and it'd be a stupid idea. Going off on his own surrounded by pirates, even be it to their ship, would likely end in bad news for him, and he was quite fond of keeping himself in tact as possible. The scars he currently had were enough, thank you. He didn't need any more from even more stupid mistakes. The prince desperately hoped that his mothers would find out about this and help him as soon as possible.

Diego blinked, muttering an 'oh, right' as he gently took hold of the prince's upper arm, guiding him along to follow Amira. The ship wasn't too large, built instead for battle and movement, which showed in the design itself. Slightly narrow hallways, lights set in the wood to stay out of the way, and such.

Amira led them past doorways, the double doors to the kitchen propped open enough for the smell of food to waft out, along with loud and exuberant singing in another language. The brief glance into the shared crew quarters revealed a maze of fabrics, hung up as dividers and walkways. Somewhere, off in the distance, a man sent up a flurry of swearwords, accompanied by a woman's deadpanned response and an almost apologetic one from a third person, younger sounding and worried.

By the time the reached the hold, a little bit of the life of the ship had shown itself, lively and welcoming, even with the prisoner on board. "Like I said, your pick, Diego."

Diego nodded, helping Rhysand into the closest cell to the stairs. "This one's the cleanest. Our cabin boy was sick for a bit, so he never got around to cleaning out the other cells that used to have occupants. Cap'n, can you stick the bird in here with him while I undo the bindings? Please, don't try escaping. You don't really have anywhere to go on a ship, and nobody here's gonna hide you unless it's just to watch the others run around in circles while they drop hints."

Rhysand flicked his eyes around the ship as he was 'escorted' through it to his new residence, not really bothering to get used to his surroundings considering he was meant to be a prisoner, not a guest. He huffed in annoyance at that, still quite miffed about that fact, among other things. The further they walked, the more his irritation grew, and by the time Diego 'introduced' him to his cell, Rhysand wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. The prince stayed silent as Amira untied him with practiced efficiency after letting Nox go. The bird squawked in slight irritation at being woken up, but sleepily fluttered back over to his master with a soft "Ruhk?" and perched on his shoulder. Rhysand sighed and stroked the raven's throat feathers lovingly, then turned to Diego. "I'm not going to try and escape. We're in the middle of an ocean and I'm not fond of swimming all day to only end up in even more ocean."

He watched as Diego and Amira left, then sunk down onto the floor against a wall and closed his eyes, head against the wall. Well, I'm royally screwed. Kidnapped. Kidnapped. How does this even happen? One moment, he was en route to another kingdom for diplomatic reasons, and the next he's being kidnapped by pirates. Gods can this day get any more bizarre?