pirates of tortuga

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[atrb=style, color: #435759; text-align: justify;] "NO!" Vephar snarled and turned in his sleep, ignoring the noises from outside. "NO! YOU CAN'T!" The screaming was getting extremely annoying. Wraiths had a habit of that. The argument outside continued for some time, and since it had already disrupted his sleep, he figured he might as well exit his catacomb in which he slept to settle the dispute. Angrily, the old wolf thrust himself into the open through the sheets which acted as a door on the abused catacomb. He rolled his eyes at the scene before him - they had all seen this before, and it was always futile to struggle. This isn't your choice, you can't say no. You made the decision long ago in your past life, Luna. The female before him was refusing her extraction from the spirit realm. She wasn't ascending, but rather going below. He was sure he'd end up there one day. The creatures who had come to claim her were vile things. Black, bony, wispy things that he couldn't quite put a name to. Horse... dragon things, but whatever name you gave them was obsolete when they morphed into your kind. They were wolves now, here to pull Luna from her placid existence. "Do something, Vephar! You can't let them take me, this is your home! Tell them they can't take me!" Vephar sighed and shook his head. This may be his home physically, but he couldn't control what happened in her world. Not entirely, anyway, and certainly not those things. I am sorry, Bellalune. You know I cannot. He hadn't used her full name since they had first met, when she came wandering into the graveyard attracted by all of the other spirits like most of those before her. She looked surprised he had remembered it, but this was his family. His broken, weird, and ever-changing family. Turning back to his den-of-sorts, he stared at the empty entrance and closed his eyes. Her shrieking filled the surroundings for a moment, and Vephar gritted his teeth until an eerie silence fell over him. Upon opening his dull, orange eyes, he sighed in relief at the normal world around him. His old world. He turned and viewed the graveyard as any other living creature would see it. Empty, lost, forgotten... like himself. He wondered where he'd be now if the residents hadn't helped him recover, where he'd be if he didn't know or believe their existence; but the normality didn't last for long. His left eye pained him terribly, a burning sensation of sorts, and he cried out loudly at the sudden but inevitable pain. And just like that, the serene graveyard had disappeared and he was yet again looking into the spirit world. Some thought it a gift to see the spirits. He thought it a gift not to. Luna and the creatures were gone, and slowly the others had fallen back into their normal routine of crying, wailing, haunting, snickering, etc. that they did all day, every day. The sadness in Vephar's eyes was clouding the faint glow which was the reflection of the spirit world. His best friend, Gungnir, stood beside him. "The relief in your eyes when you do not see us is quite saddening." Gungnir commented, but thankfully he was an understanding spirit and never much questioned Vephar or his actions when it came to the physical world. Relief? Vephar cooed, staring out into the masses. That's a good word for it. He turned then and headed toward the boundary of the graveyard, out into the surrounding forest to do a bit of patrolling. It wasn't that they had many visitors or anything, but there wasn't much else to do. Gungnir silently followed him, flickering in and out of Vephar's peripherals as the old wolf limped his way through the bare and lonely trees. speech words; 638 ooc; --