ANGELINE
Angeline made her way along the docks anxiously. She had resolve and the passion to go through with this but her hands were still shaking. She had never been in such a big crowd before, not willingly and it was nerve-racking merely imagining that she was going to be trapped upon a ship with dozens of individuals until…
She hung her head as a person working the docks walked a little too closely to her. It wasn’t worth worrying over, not now she was here. If she didn’t get on the ship, the black market yobs that were hanging around the market the other day were sure to catch up with her. She couldn’t keep running.
It wasn’t difficult to spot the Fallen Angel, it was as grand as expected of the royal princess. Big enough to home a quarter of Briella no doubt. She admired its beauty resentfully, even someone like her could tell it was a ship not easily rivalled. She pulled back her hooded jacket a little to see better as a result a couple of youths sitting on crates to the right whistled and called to her.
She gave them a boisterous glance before turning her attention back to the ship. She brought the very little she owned with her in a sack, over one shoulder she carried her bow and a holder for her arrows. Dressed in tight leather bottoms and a bodice her figure was well outlined so it wasn’t surprising that she was attracting attention. It was awful having eyes on her, and she felt like punching every pair of eyes focused on her ass but being dressed in peasant clothing would draw royal eyes to her more than the clothes she wore right now. Perhaps she had over thought her clothing.
Her hooded jacket was the only ragged item she owned but it helped keep her ears hidden. She had pinned her ears back as well and had woven her thick hair into large plaits over the top with stolen jewels to help hide them further. She couldn’t afford to be outted before she even made it onto the ship and she wasn’t sure if the royal guard would perform extra checks on the crew mates as they arrived. Angel could only hope none of the crew would be able to sense her species in a different way.
She could see the other crew members boarding the ship, leaning over the railings and gathering upon the deck however a great deal were standing in the harbor. She held her head high and walked over to the ship and up the boarding to the deck in an attempt to avoid the crowds for a little longer. Soon she would be trapped with them for a long time. She only paused when she levelled with the finely polished deck. Her bright fiery eyes viewed the surroundings. This was it. No turning back now.
Turning round to look over the railings at the crew below she saw humans, giants, half-breeds and more. The miss mash of strong scents assaulted her nose and many scents registered as predatory. She allowed herself a breath, with so many scents in the air picking hers out would be more difficult, it helped ease her anxiety.
That is until she laid eyes on the princess. It wasn’t difficult to spot her, almost as easy as spotting the Fallen Angel. She glowed with wealth and good health. Angel hadn’t expected to feel anger but suddenly it roared in her ears at the sight of her. She looked happy, there wasn’t an inch of pain or sorrow in her face, not a day unfed or abused. It made Angel furious. She quickly glanced away to gather composure. If she couldn't handle looking at the Princess without getting fired up, this trip was merely a death wish.