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Anyways finished this piece of one of my favorite ships!! Ugh they're just so cute!! 😍😍😍

The captain agreed and directed the crew to prep the rowboats and find a place to moor the vessel. When they finally had the boat secured, they sent out a team for first contact including Alfred, the captain, and two deck hands. Alfred was furiously writing in his notebook on the row to shore, not wanting to miss any detail. They brought some peace and greeting offerings for the people there.

Isaac tensed when he heard the voice, slowly turning around to see her standing there. “… Uh…”

@hesuto It was likely an odd sight. Two massive black feathered wings were drooping down out of a tree, nearly touching the ground from how long they were. If one followed them up, they would be greeted with their owner. A pale man, dressed oddly enough in a waistcoat and slacks, dozing in the branches above. Gilbert, had ended up taking a rest in said tree after flying about for hours completely lost. Such was normal when he was out ‘adventuring’ as he would call it. Traveling to new places and worlds was a wearying process and he would never be one to turn down the opportunity to see new things. However, he had made the assumption here that no one would stumble across him in said tree, or at least that he could fly away quickly enough if someone spotted him. He had underestimated exactly how tired he was however and had fallen into far more of a proper deep sleep rather than a light snooze. 

“The sun hates me today, go away, don’t look at me I’m hideous, my fatigue is showing on my face it’s horrible.” There’s like...like the faintest mark of dark circles. “Only shadows understand me. I am one with them.”

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“If something so meagre as wolves could stop me I would not be standing here. Let them come keh heh heh” Anyone who has ever visited the snowpeak mountain knows that these are in fact no ordinary wolves. They are Ice Wolfos, it is as if they were born of the cold mountains loneliness itself…or spite. “Call it a stretch of the legs” 

Alfred had been flying his little plane for fun, by himself, when his engines gave out, crashing him in the woods of an unfamiliar island. He was severely injured from the crash, and was currently moaning in pain from a large cut on his head, and his arm looked very broken.