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Irohk fell fat faced on the enemy ship. With Mirage on top of him.
"Where am I now?" She thought to herself when she heard a mufled sound from under her. She listened closer and heard, "Mmph Mnmph, o, Mm Mmp" It said, She quickly realized it was Irohk, trying to say, 'get off of me please' and got off.
Breathless, he turned over onto his back, panting, when a tree thing popped up behind Mirage.
"WATCHOUT!" He said as he shot up and dove down again, taking Mirage with him, "Stupid Kat, She took us with the tree things!" He said, and caontinued, "BUT WHERE ARE WE?" He said, as he heard a sword fall down beside him, as a dead marine, or maybe alive, fell down beside him. He grabbed the sword, and lifted himself up. He realized now, that they were on a marine ship, but the fire had faded away, probably from that marins putting it out. But the tree-monsters were still roaming about. He lunged forward, and swung his sword at one of the trees, slicing a few branches off, but an incoming tree-monster arm came thrashing at him. He used his left arm to block it, but forgot he had no shield, his wounded left arm, got thrashed again. Yelping in pain, he picked up another nearby sword.
"I might not be a master of this, but I have learned some" He said, "Two-sword style eh?" He continued as he put the two swords in a crossed position. He lunged forward again, as he lashed out with both of the swords just before impacting the tree. The tree fell heavily to the deck, breaking it and falling through the deck, and possible making a small hole in the Hull. He then spotted the second tree-monster, His swords covered in some random oil, he ran by a small light, and his sword cought on fire, he put his two swords in the crossed styple again, and the other sword lit up too, surprised, he continued to lunge forward, and made teh exact same move with Flaming swords. The flames crept towards his hands, and he yelped as the fire licked his hand. He let go of it, and started to burn the deck. "Uh-oh" he said looking around for Mirage, fending herself from marines. "Gah!" he said, "I don't have any swords!"

A flash of silver appeared before Davy’s eyes before he hurled into a crowd of marines on the ground. From nearby, a huge tree monster started its attack towards Irokh and Mirage.
“Oi oi, what the heck!” Davy and the marines he had met said loudly. Their hands were stretched out and the scenery was quite comical. Then Davy realized what he was doing and bawled out: “Oi! I’m still your freakin’ enemy!”
The marines, who had been too shocked to react at first, were now running after Davy as if he was some kind of wild beast on rampage.
“ Guys! We’re friends, eh!” Davy shouted over his shoulder, and started readying “Silent Revenge”.
Luckily, the tree monster seemed to be taken care of, but that was only one of few worries.
‘Time to show my real skills then, I suppose’ Davy thought with a slightly reluctant mind.
Davy stopped running, raised his blade in a vertical direction, and made a circle in the air which would gain momentum on his attack. “Sorry lads, got to do this..” Davy started and swiftly made a horizontal swing, which made an air pressure in the air. Then he slowly raised the blade again, and made another strike in the air.
The nearly invisible lines of air pressure crashed together and seemed to fly in all directions. Without warning the marines fell down with short screams.
“Revenge of the Storm” Davy said in a whispering voice. His attack had worked.

Chaos was still in control. Where the heck had they ended up?

"Captain Red-ass- er... I mean Red-Bottom-..."
"Red-Boddom!!" Barked the captain shaking a fist at the marine. It's been less than a year since he became captain and his marines still had absolutely no respect for him. He seriously hoped everything would go well as the only reason he attacked the mysterious ship which didn't even have a pirate flag was to prove to his nakama that he was truly worthy of being their captain.
"Um.. yes Captain there was just a bright light from the enemy ship and our second ship reported that some strange flaming beasts had attacked them moments later.  We've now lost contact with the and are trying to reestablish a connection but it doesn't look good."
"What?!" Yelled the captain. He turned around to see his crew loading the ape shaped canon with the last banana shaped missile through a hole on the face of the cannon. To someone within a distance this would appear as if they were feeding an ape some bananas. The captain could see that ape (banana cannons) ass was aimed directly at the enemy ship and was on stand by.
"Fire the cannon now! These aren't normal enemies and I have a bad feeling about this." Said the captain wide eyed, he glanced at his second ship which was now smothered in smoke only to hear the blast of a cannon and see a large cannon ball hurtling towards him through the smoke.

Kat was left alone on the ship with an unconscious Gillain. Half of the crew snuck on to the enemy ship to fight of the marines and  the other half... Well she'd rather not think about that... From a distance she could see the large ape on one of the marine ships and wondered what it was and why its ass was facing their ship, but she didn't have a chance to wonder for long. She heard a loud blast from the marine ship were she knew here tree monsters had landed and were Erik and Graphite had went and seconds later she heard the unmistakable sound of a loud fart from ape thing on the large ship. The next 3-4 seconds almost went by in slow motion as a large cannon ball flew towards the ape on the marine ship and three large bananas shot out of the apes ass and headed straight toward her. In that moment of shock all Kat could hear was the sound of her heart beat, all she could see were those bananas and all she could think of was "Eeeeewwwww!!!".

Then there was a boom.

Graphit managed to board the marine ship when the banana canon was shot 'Gillian and kat are still there' he thought but before he had time to act, the missiles hit and the explosion sounded, covering the ship with a thick yellow smoke. 'are they dead?' thought Graphit. Then the marines started cheering. The sound of them sound of them cheering and praising there captain for the death of his new friends made Graphit mad. He turned around to face the marines "HOW CAN YOU TAKE PRIDE IN KILLING AN UNCONSCIOUS MAN AND A LITTLE GIRL!" he shouted.
The marines all stood still staring blankly, Graphit turned his head to see what the marines were looking as the ship was intact and a giant jumped towards them landing on the ship "Time do do some damage" he said and started clobbering marines.

Graphit was filled with a great sensation of happiness "they're alive!" he said with a smile but quickly he became worried "Gotta act fast, or I won't no-one will be left" he said to himself and started running towards a big group of marines he jumped and span in the air landing on his left hand, in the middle of the group and shouted
"PENCIL TWISTER!"
He began spinning in high speed using his left hand as an axis cutting and slashing the marines with his legs and other hand. Marines were flying in all directions with bloody wounds and after a few seconds the group was lying on the floor.

Graphit stopped spinning and stood up pulling six oversized pencils from his pockets, three in each hand, and rushed through to the next group.

Last edited by Dubi (2007-06-06 04:54:19)

As Graphit ran to another group of marines a man with the white captain's jacket appeared in his way
"Do you think i'll just let you kill my men?" he said standing in-front of Graphit filled confidence, Without thinking Graphit jumped and delivered a downwards kick, but he was blocked. His leg was grabbed by a hairy clawy hand, and with the power of his own kick, he was thrown into the near cabin of the ship, his back breaking the wooden wall.
Graphit quickly got up form the wrecks and faced his opponent. in-front of him stood a man who was now covered with long white fur and he had sharp claws, huge teeth, and a shiny red but.
"Another monster?" asked Graphit, The captain grinned "I ate the saru saru fruit Model Baboon" he said
"Do not underestimate me boy" he continued and opened his mouth then closed it with a sharp snap "For I am captain Red Buddon the baboon of the 55 fleet!"
"Finally a real fight" said Graphit

(OOC: Sorry, I just had too...)

Last edited by Dubi (2007-06-06 04:56:15)

Gillian threw his coat down to the ground. It landed with the soft sigh of air. He saw the pencil man standing next to his opponent, perhaps he could be of help. Gillian strode over to the imposing baboon-man and stared up at him. “You may be a bastard, but you aren’t a coward, I’ll give you that.” spat Gillian. “Graphite. That’s you’re name, right?” the Pencil man nodded. “How about you help me dispense justice? Follow my lead and we’ll have him down in no time.” Graphite scoffed at him. “I can take down this fool all by my self, just you watch!” The pencil man rushed the baboon, who easily dodged the pencil’s thrust, grabbed graphite by his arm, and threw him bodily across the deck of the ship. Gillian just shook his head. “Zoan types are more difficult to tackle then you’d think. They’re stronger, faster, and have better reaction times than we do. What you have to do is outthink them.” “HEY” yelled the indignant captain Red Boddom, “IS THAT SOME SORT OF CRACK AT ME?! I’LL SEND YOU TO THE BRINY DEEP FOR THAT EVEN IF YOU AREA MARINE CAPTAIN!” “Tsk tsk tsk. And here I thought that captains here in the grand line had to be smart. But enough talk.” said Gillian. “Let’s get started.”

By this time, Graphite had recovered and was heading towards Gillian and Red Boddom. “Ready to co-operate now?” Graphite gave a grim nod. “Now!” yelled Gillian. The two rushed in. “Hahahaha! You dare to challenge the great captain Red Boddom? Death awaits you!” Without reply, Gillian pushed off from the deck, and spun up into the air. He came down with a hard kick aimed at the baboon man’s face. This was blocked, as was the flurry of punches that Gillian threw at him. Graphite wasn’t having much better luck, as all of his thrusts were being avoided and parried by Red boddom. Gillian cursed under his breath. This guy was a lot tougher than he looked. He figured that if the fight dragged on any longer, he might even have to use “Those”. Then, as they say, it hit him. Red boddom’s fist, that is. Gillian was sent tumbling across the deck by the punch, and was only stopped from going overboard by the ship’s railing. Graphite was still in a heated battle with the baboon man, but Gillian knew he could handle him for at least a minute or two. He located the ships cannonballs, and took one of them in his hands. With a surge of anger, he threw the cannonballs straight down through the deck of the ship into the ocean below. And then he did it 5 more times. “Now with that taken care of, let’s get back to the fight” Grinned Gillian.

Despite the seeming impossibility of such, the battle was turning in favor of the crew. Seven relative strangers were decimating two marine ships. Grand Line marines, at that. If word of this spread, any onboard who had not yet had bounties placed on their heads were certain to find that such had changed.
Erik watched from the virtually abandoned ship, occasionally incapacitating the lone, confused marine who wandered his way with an unexpected and well-placed blow to the back of the head.
"I wonder if that girl realizes just how powerful she is...." Erik smiled, musing over the last few moments of activity. He had failed to save the ship despite incapacitating the marine's monstrous, ape-shaped cannon; Kat had been the one who truly saved the day. "I hope she's alright, though." The smile changed to a frown.
"Perhaps I should check...." Moving purposefully in the direction of their ship, Erik searched for a secure line between the two.
"Sir!" Erik spun around in shock as the panicky marine addressed him. "Sir, the fire is nearly contained, what should I do now?"
"Help me with this line, we have to board that pirate ship and take the fight to them." Erik tried desperately not to look the marine in the face as he spoke. If he realizes that I'm not with him, this could get ugly.... As the marine turned to grab the rope, Erik slipped one of his pistols from behind his back and hammered the stunned marine right below the base of the skull. He dropped like a ton of bricks.
"Sorry...friend.... At least you'll wake up with nothing more than a spliting headache." Smiling kindly, Erik grabbed the rope and swung back to their ship.

The pencil man was flying through the air after the baboon man’s punch had hit him. Gillian deftly caught him before he hit the ground. Gillian set Graphite down on the deck gently, telling this unconscious pencil warrior this: “You fought well.” Turning away from him, He again stared up at Red Boddom, who by this time had recovered from Graphite’s attack. “You’ve hurt another one of my friends. I’ll give you no mercy.” Gillian cracked his knuckles. “You don’t even merit using my steel knuckles. You’ll taste the bare fists of rage.” At this, He charged in at Red Boddom.

    “RAGE RAGE DESTROYER!” Yelled Gillian, baring one of his arms behind him. “BANANA PUNCH!” Roared the Baboon-man, throwing all of his force behind the fist. A quick cut by Gillian almost evaded the punch, which clipped his side. Red-Boddom was charging, and with his bulk, couldn’t avoid the punch. “THIS IS FOR THE GIRL!” Yelled Gillian. One punch. “THIS IS FOR GRAPHITE!” A second punch. “THIS IS FOR ALL THE PEOPLE THAT YOU’VE HURT!” A third and final punch. Red Boddom’s eyes bulged for the sheer impact of the blows. There was final groan from the baboon, and then he slumped to the deck. “That” Said Gillian, a thin trickle of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, “Is justice”.


Gillian looked at his body from a sitting position. He was in bad shape. His right arm, the one he had punched with... a broken radius… a cracked ulna… he had 3 broken ribs from the baboon-bastard’s punch… but it was worth it. He had served justice, and his friends. He just needed a little rest… that’s all, just a little rest…And Gillian slipped into the vast sea of unconsciousness on the sinking marine ship.

When Erik arrived on the ship, he saw Kat slumped down on the deck.
"Kat!" Rushing to the young girl's side, he gently checked her pulse and breathing. Everything seems...normal, medically speaking.... he frowned, again checking her pulse. It was weak but steady, though judging by appearance, Kat was not one of those blessed with exceptional vitality; especially compared to some of the other warriors on this ship. She was in no danger of death, but her vital signs were similar to one who suffered from exhaustion. Is this the price of magic? Erik thought to himself, as he set Kat gently down. Removing his coat, he placed it over her.
"Erik! I need some help over here!" Davy struggled over the edge of the ship, supporting the battered forms of Gillian and Graphite. Erik rushed to the navigator's side and took the shorter captain from him.
"What happened to...?"
"The marine captain..." huffed Davy, "He was a Zoan-user, a giant ape." Carrying the two over to where Kat lay, Erik set Gillian down and motioned for Davy to do the same.
"Wait here, I'll be right back with my bag." Rushing toward the cabin, he turned and shouted back, "If either one wakes up, don't let them move!" Davy nodded and Erik disappeared below deck, leaving Davy to watch after his three shipmates. He blinked. Me, Kat, Gillian, Graphite, Erik.... Not counting the dog, that's only five of us. Where the hell are Mirage and Irohk? His thoughts were interupted by a slight moan; it was Kat, tossing and turning slightly, as though lost in some deep dream. She is pretty cute.

Returning with his medical bag, Erik quickly commenced binding the wounds of Graphite and Gillian, frowning deeply as he did so. The pencil warrior had suffered some potentially life-threatening internal injuries and would need several days of bedrest before he would even begin to recover. It would take several weeks before full recovery, in Erik's estimate. Hopefully the ship could go that long without any violent confrontations.
It appeared the captain had fared better than Graphite for the most part. Three broken ribs turned out to be merely cracked on a closer inspection and would only keep the captain bed-ridden for a day or two. His right arm was badly damaged, with a break and several serious cracks. It should be set in a cast, but without the proper materials, all that could be done was to splint the arm and shoulder as best as could be done, given the circumstances and situation.
"Davy...." the young doctor turned to the younger navigator, who seemed fairly pre-occupied with Kat's condition. "....were you drinking?" The navigator coughed nervously.
"Will they be alright?" he asked, probably attempting to change the subject. Erik sighed.
"They'll live. And. If, and that is if they can stay out of any fights for at least the next few weeks, they'll make a full recovery without complication." Noticing the young man's attention on Kat, Erik smiled softly. "She should be fine. Don't worry. I think her magic must take a greater toll on her than any of us could possibly realize." Davy seemed to relax a little and smiled himself.
"Why don't you stay here and watch these three." Standing, Erik put away his instruments and closed his black medical bag. "I'll see if I can find what happened to the others...."

Gillian saw himself. He was several years younger. He was standing in a marine courtroom, in the Grand Halls of Justice court complex in north blue, the largest court for hundreds Kilometers. Gillian was being court marshaled for actions taken in capturing a spy. This individual had done work both for pirates AND for the government, and trying him would acknowledge both the pirate’s crimes and those of the government. He was sweating profusely. The judge spoke. “Captain Gillian Graham, we can indict you of no wrong doing. You are free to go.” He silently left the courtroom. Passing out of the room, he was confronted by vice admiral Hamilton. The vice admiral was even younger than Gillian, but he possessed an awesome power. The young man shook his head. “You really are an idiot, Gillian Graham. Do you really think that you’ll be let off that easily for humiliating the government? Ha! I know they’ll put you up in some godforsaken post way up in this godforsaken ocean. They’ll never let YOU advance in this world. Well, see you later. I have to go and do some REAL good in the Grand Line.” And with a smirk, the vice admiral departed.

    True to Hamilton’s words, Gillian was put in a godforsaken post in the northernmost parts of the ocean. There were few, if any pirates up there, and Gillian knew for his great efforts in capturing the spy, he had been thrown into a place where he could never get ahead, and would always be doomed to do the paperwork that other marine captains in north blue could never be bothered to fill out. In fact, the only pirate attack Gillian ever fended off involved a bunch of small time scum, in which he had a chance to demonstrate his power and proficiency in taking care of pirates. He was ignored. And so Gillian waited, and waited, and waited, until he could wait no longer. Every night he wished for something to happen. Every night he wished for a change. He was tired of being stuck up in north blue with a bunch of losers who had nearly failed out of the marines. He wanted to sail the seas, a proud captain with a great crew doing great things. He… He just wanted to be happy.

Davy yawned of pure exhaustion. His body was starting to realize that a jumble of alcohol and dangerous journeys did not fit together at all. As he reached the mast, Davy’s legs collapsed. Perhaps his physical health wasn’t as good as he believed, or perhaps it was the mental health?
Memories, both good and bad, passed through Davy’s mind as he sat there looking miserable.  ‘Kat got the same kind of eyes as she…’ he thought, but swiftly dismissed the subject before it could evolve in his mind.
Something about the events earlier had made Davy look back on his lonely life at the island, in which he was born. Memories kept flashing back and forth.
Living alone, among cruel and primitive pirates, was no life for a kid. Davy’s life had quite frankly been all about drinking sake, while trying to find a way out of the cursed island.
All those nights sitting alone by the ocean; how did he endure them?
A memory flashed through Davy’s mind. One, which he could never forget:

(OOC: Davy’s past part 1. I’ll continue the flashback some other time)
   
On a stormy night, a pirate ship entered the docks. The sails of the ship were severely damaged, and the sailors were starving. Those in worst condition were brought to the inn where they received food and medicine, and the most survived. Many of the sailors had fallen down on the furious sea.

That night, Davy was out enjoying a bottle of sake at the shores. He enjoyed looking at the sea, while it revolted and fought, and it was a perfect opportunity to gain knowledge of storms for his navigation studies.
It was while watching at the waves, that Davy laid his eyes upon something fateful.
In the dark night, Davy suddenly noticed a scrap of blue cloth hanging from the stones near shore. As the wind raged, Davy found the courage to investigate the blue object. With short reluctant steps, affected both by the wind and a feeling he had, Davy finally arrived the stone.
Down on his left side, where the waves crashed into the stones and disappeared, something seemed to dangle from the stone.
As he looked a second time, Davy finally figured it out. It was a young woman. As Davy lifted her up, trying to save her, they both fell down on the raging ocean. The wrath of the waves was indescribable; they literally shot into Davy’s body. Pain spread through his whole body, especially his left arm.
Luckily, Davy noticed they were floating on a current. Blocking out the pain from his mind, he let the current lead him and the woman, out of the sea. Suddenly, they were pulled downwards.
When the current finally let go, they were on the ocean floor. Before Davy could react, the young woman was thrown down and she ended up stuck between two rocks of formidable size. The whole situation seemed implausible; how could they have been led this far down?
Davy closed his mind, and dashed down to aid the girl. After a few tries, it seemed she really was stuck. In panic and tears, Davy started hitting one of the rocks with the fist of his left hand. Agonizing pain filled Davy’s hand, and it seemed as if the whole hand would stop following the commands of Davy’s brain at any time soon.
Finally, the rock loosened and Davy could swim them towards shore. Had he been down in the water for a second more, it may have led to unconsciousness, even death.

On shore, a couple of men from the town had come to search for Davy. The lanterns were the last of Davy’s memories that night.

When he woke up, an immense pain was filling Davy. The doctor, who was standing above him, informed Davy that his arm had been amputated. When he was brought there, the flesh and muscles of his left arm had apparently been ripped off. The largest damage though, had been inflicted on his fist, which had totally been destroyed by possible continuous hitting of a hard object, said the doctor.


Davy returned from his thoughts and gazed towards the spot where his left arm should have been. He sighed. “Guess I should quit drinking…”

Davy returned as twilight crept forth and day was turning to night. He had been resting for too long. As he came to the exact spot where Kat, Gillian, Erik and Graphit had been, a light illuminated the window of the cabin. Seemed that they were all inside.
Davy entered and saw several of them bandaged up after a Marine incident. They were indeed lucky having Erik in the ship. On the left side lay Mirage and Irokh, both in a rather bad shape. Mirage had bandages wrapping most of her upper body, and the sight indicated that she had been in a fight. Davy made a confused grin over Mirages'and Irokh's survival, and continued towards Kat. She looked peaceful where she lay, and a tranquility surrounded her. 'Thank God she survived' Davy though.
"She's doing fine, Davy," Erik surprised him. "Actually, they'll all survive if he give them some rest." he continued with a confident voice which told Davy he was telling the truth.
"Great, thanks..," Davy smiled while looking at Kat, "I'll leave it to you." Davy said and stepped out of the door to check out the surroundings.

The ship had stopped. Apparently, it had hit ground judging from the island which lay in front of them. In the twilight it was hard to see any details.
"Oi! We have reached land!"

Last edited by Slackbeard (2007-05-03 08:30:13)

"Finally" said Graphite, standing up slowly "I can't wait to explore the islands in the crazy ocean".
Erik gave Graphite a very angry look "Sit down" he said. "Why?" asked Graphite "There's a whole island waiting for us, who knows what interesting enemies we can fight!". "SIT down!" said Erik again "do you not understand that you need to rest now from your injuries!"
Graphite stood still and tilted his head down "I can't rest" he said in a determined voice, then he lifted his head and looked at Erik "If I take a break here, if I stop to rest, then HOW CAN I EVEN THINK ABOUT BECOMING A SHCHIDAI!"

Last edited by Dubi (2007-06-06 05:02:47)

Someone like her didn't deserve to have nakama.
As the young sorceress silently slipped off the ship and into the knee-deep waters below, a four-legged ball of pudge watched silently and smirked in satisfaction.

The others were all asleep; being only one of the two crew members who had escaped the conflict without injury, it was natural that Erik would be pulling a double watch tonight. That did not bother him, though. Keeping busy kept his mind from other, less pleasant thoughts. Checking an antique pocket watch that had been laying next to his bed when he awoke, Erik nodded to himself. Time to check on Graphite, the young doctor smiled slightly as he thought about the strange warrior who had never before seen a ship. He seems so determined to be strong, for whatever reason. I believe it was a...'shichidai'? Well, whatever his aspirations, hopefully he won't push his injuries. I don't think he realizes just how lucky he is to be alive, let alone to be able to move.... Mere feet away from the infirmary door, his thoughts turned toward his other young patient who was still resting from this afternoon's ordeal. He stopped and frowned. Would she have grown up to be as beautiful...? Shaking his head vehemently, Erik pulled himself away from the past and opened the door....
Only to find one patient less than he had expected.
"Where...?" frowning, Erik blinked. Perhaps his eyes still needed time to adjust to the dim lighting inside the room. Grasping the lantern hung near the door, he struck a match and held the heavy, metal lamp aloft. No Kat. But Graphite stirred and shielded his eyes.
"Can you shut that off? What time is it even?" he sat up with some effort, wiping the last of the sleep from his eyes.
"Where did Kat go?" Graphite blinked and jumped, his eyes focusing in on a rather impatient looking Erik less than three inches from his face.
"She woke up a while ago and left. I don't know how long." Looking around and trying to get his bearings, the pencil-man continued, "Is she missing?"
Erik left the room in a hurry, calling for Davy and Irohk, leaving behind a confused but concerned Graphite. After several moments, the two made their way to the top deck.
"Erik, what's going on?" asked Davy.
"Yeah, I was hoping I could sleep a little longer." replied an irritated Irohk.
"Kat's gone missing, I think."
"What?!" exclaimed an instantly more alert Davy. "What do you mean gone? How long...?"
I don't know how long she's been gone," interrupted Erik. "She wasn't in the infirmary though, and Graphite says she awoke quite a while ago and just left." The two men were starting to get panicky.
"Wait, wait. Did you search the rest of the ship? Or did you ask anyone if they saw her go below deck?" Erik and Davy stopped dead and looked at Irohk.
"You're right, she's probably just...."
"Nothing to worry about...."
"There's plenty ta worry about, laddies." came a small, gruff voice from behind the three men. Erik froze, Davy jumped, and Irohk spun around.
"There's no one there!" it was the young swordsman's turn to sound worried.
"Down 'ere, ya fool" came the voice again.
"Oh, it's just the dog...." Irohk sighed in relief and laughed at himself. Erik and Davy were knelling down in front of the miniature dog, each with a hand on its shoulders.
"Where's Kat?" said both simultaneously.
"Get yer hands off a me!" snapped the chihuahua, causing both Davy and Erik to pull their hands away for fear of losing a finger. "The lassie went ashore, if ya must know. But, be warned, that there is no ordinary island...." Those last words caused all three to look at the beast with apprehension.

Last edited by Tenebrous (2007-05-07 15:01:42)