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Old 09-16-2008
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Alessio looked around the galley, an expressionless look upon his face. He did not care much for the humans, but he did care that he did not get to face them all in the heat of combat, only being able to kill a few of them with his new weapons. Hardly a fitting tribute to the mighty weapons of my people, he thought to himself, pushing a body aside with his foot as he walked through the room. A small hissing sound caught his attention, and his head snapped up to the sound, coming from the farside of the food bench. He stood up on the bench nect to a pair of dead sailors, and then rose up on the table, his offhand gripping the hilt of a knife.
He crossed the table in a long stride, and almost laughed at what he saw. His hand slipped from the hilt and he descended from the bench, to crouch next to a live sailor. The mans mouth was all but sealed with his own clotted blood, and one nostril was almost blocked, but he could still, amazingly, breath.
He tried to draw breath to speak, but Alessio rested a finger on his lips, and shook his head, indicating that he shouldnt speak. The sailor wearily closed his eyes, and tried to breath, but it was obvious that we was in a lot of pain from the toxin, and would not survive long. In a surprising act of mercy, Alessio rasied his arm, and the claw jumped out like a switch blade, before he slashed it across the mans throat, killing him instantly.
Alessio stood and went to the top deck, putting his claw back in its rightful storage place as he went.

Lustria... It was an odd place, naught but one huge forest, dotted with small temples and the like. Alessio could not understand why anyone could be interested with it, but that wasnt his concern. His master wanted something, and he was bound to retrieve it. He sighed slightly, and went to the anchor chain and snapped it from the deck, letting it sink to the ocean floor, and setting the boat adrift. With a satisfied nod, he went to the smaller rowing boats, and jumped inside, ready to head to the shore, barely a mile away.
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