Heed The King of the Wolves

Of Runaway's and Stowaways

???: Where am I?

Pain. 

Burning searing pain. 

???: What's this feeling?

The pain turns from a burning sensation all over to pinpoint precision. Any normal person would have gone mad. The sound of an explosion followed by what felt like acid rain peppering their body quickly turned to what felt like a punch and burning in their abdomen, then a slice up the person's face causing them to reach for it in hopes of holding it together then the final one came. As the person cried out and held their bleeding face all the pain disappeared only to feel like a limb and been severed. 

Pain.

Burning searing pain.

Rage

White.

Hot.

Eternal.

Rage.

The person reaches their hand out in front of them as the world around them becomes clear. A burning building. The person continues to reach out their hand as pressure is applied to their back they continue to reach towards someone who wasn't there before. Standing in front of them stands a man wearing a black body suit with silver accents highlighting their abs and pecks around their neck rested a white cloak with its hood down revealing a tanned skin male with white hair and steel-coloured eyes. The man's lips part as he seems to speak but not all his words reach the person's ears.

??: Be certain that it's your wish and not anyone else's. Know that if you fight of your own free will, any resulting sins and punishments will be of your own making. Bearing it comes with that decision.

The person reluctantly closes their eyes before forcing them back open only to find the man gone. They close their eyes again to darkness as the same anger returns but a coolness floods over them calming them as two different colour blurs appear in front of them. The two blurs morph from just splotches of Yellow and a light Purple to feminine figures as they both reach out their hands towards the person.  

Somewhere out on the open sea, the swell of the sea rests in a tense state of peace ready to unleash death at a moment's notice. In the seemingly infinite expanse of blue and white a single speck of brown slowly makes its way across the ocean. Passengers walk along the deck and mingle with each other in an attempt to stave off boredom, One passenger looks out over the ocean as if it held all of lifes answers. Blake wearing new clothes consisting of a crop top a long white jacket and thigh-high boots with pants disappearing into them. On her back, Gambol Shroud rests ready to deploy. The same large bag she had in Vale rests slung over her shoulder.

Blake closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as she tries to take a moment to herself. The salty sea air fills her lungs as the sound of the squealing kids running along the deck fades into the background. Her face looks at peace until it begins to slowly morph as the sound of the water changes into the sound of gunshots, sword slashes and a yell of pain pulls her back to the deck of the ship Blake's instincts tell her that something means her harm as she drops the bag and round with her katana drawn and pointed at the neck of the captain who has his hands up.

Captain: Now, now, no threat here. Just here to chat.

Blake's eyes tremble as she looks at the captain and she retracts her blade from his throat as she reaches down and grabs her bag. Her guard is still high as she looks at the older man.

Captain: Traveling alone?

Blake's eyes dart in every direction before she hesitates and then reluctantly relaxes as she realises she can't get away.