Ghostlypaw nodded and smiled. The ocean would be nice to see. She'd heard of it in stories; a vast, endless body of water that stretched as far as the eye could see.
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He continued kissing her, wanting to savor the moment.
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William finally needed air and broke away, smiling.
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[I think I'll let Javert go, unless he needs to stay behind and watch the camp. Otherwise Scipio can go.]
Scipio smirked at this new idea. "Its gonna be a blast! She'll fear us by the time we're done with her! She'll cower beneath the Revolution!" He exclaimed, a cold glint in his eyes.
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[Can Scipio go? So that way Javert will be in charge until they get back.]
Lily grins. "She'll wish she never set for on our territory." She mews maliciously, flexing her claws in and out.[Of course!]
"She'll regret the very day she was born!" Scipio added, his tail flicking excitedly through the air.
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Ghostlypaw followed Fadedcanvas, making sure she stayed directly behind her mentor. She wondered if it was far. She didn't want to stray too far from camp, where the apprentice knew it was safe.
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"Thanks."
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"Sure, I'm sure they're hungry like we were!" She replied, nodding eagerly. She wondered if Riflepaw had already eaten or not. "I'll sit farther down the river." Redpaw scooted farther away from her mentor.
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Hiccup flew towards the east, seeing nothing but sand, rocks, and another Arcane trick. The skrill was beginning to grow very annoyed with the old man.
Rowan ran north, going considerably less fast then the dragons. His green eyes were alert, and he kept listening for any sounds. Nothing. It was as if the island was deserted or something.
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"What now?"
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Ghostlypaw came to a slow stop, her white maw slowly dropping down as she stared at the vast, sparkling expanse of water spread out in front of her. "It's beautiful," She said softly, her voice one with a singing, musical quality. Her red eyes were wide as she stepped closer to the water.
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Rowan found a small shack. He glanced around a moment, and seeing nothing, headed inside. It was empty of humans, but had a bed and shelf full of different vials and bottles filled with strange mixtures and liquids. Not bothering to look at anything else, Rowan rushed outside and yelled in his loudest voice. "OCEAN! HICCUP!" He hoped they could hear hum.
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William frowned boredly.
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"Want to go check on Marcus?"
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William stood up.
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Scipio nodded and headed off to where the prisoners were kept. His silver optics glittered with anticipation.
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Tracking. Fluorescent has asked me to keep watch over Swankit and Everlastingkit.
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[A monstrous nightmare, perhaps? Or a gronkle.]
Hiccup landed a few minutes later, his powerful landing making a few of the bottles shiver. He stood a few paces away from them. "What's inside?" He asked Ocean curiously.
Rowan grinned when they had both arrived, glad they'd heard him. He walked inside the shack, side-stepping Ocean's head. "I can't read these labels... they're too ancient, and some don't even have a label!"
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"We're going to interrogate you, and you will answer us willingly, or face the consequences," Scipio hissed, grinning. Painful consequences. Got it?"
