<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Cyrus was aware of many things. He not only <i>felt </i>like he was being followed, but once he realized he could faintly hear those quiet steps. As if they were just brushing the air that hovered the ground. His eyebrows narrowed together just a tad, a quiet huff coming from him. Why didnt he say anything? Was he suspicious of Cyrus, he did leave on a rather vague note...he caused the suspicion. It was at that moment Cyrus found himself wanting to hold that damned women beneath the waters himself. His fingers twitched, long fingers that had deep in the night trailed over Pan's neck; holding handfuls of his hair brushed over the blade at his side. A calloused finger pressed in the sharpened side. <br/>
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If anything at the moment, the Lost Boy was making his way up the slow incline of a wooded hill, the trees tall and gangly until they were closer to the light, from there they widely spread their branches with bristly green leaves. He stepped up a fallen tree, his lean body hunkering down as he took on a bit of speed. It was then he felt that following feeling leave him. He relaxed just a bit for most of the tension in his jaw and shoulders to relax. At that point he finally dared to look over his shoulder. Nothing.<br/>
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A grim grin cracked on his lips, his hand coming up, a little blood on his finger from his blade. He used that same hand to brush his white locks back, a smear of red staining a little of his hair. His attention turned as he came to the over look, a bushy cliff side where the middle of a bush had been trampled enough from passing. He crouched moving through it before settling down in the shade of it. His golden eyes staring out at the ship in the calm waters. He picked up a short arrow stashed there, made ready to set afire to as he pulled up a small crossbow in a equally hidden spot. How often had Cyrus gotten a small boat of Hook's lackeys to come to the island for a fight?<br/>
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He was feeling wild. Untamed. But that wasn't really new now was it? That damn women and Pan making that wildness roar in his body in two entirely different directions. Faintly he heard the yelling, a little too far to make out what was being said, but the sound traveled. He knew what was going on. Seemed Nortan played in the game...not that he had a choice. Ecko was also quite a beast herself. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">Fucking woman.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">" He growled stricking the arrow as the tip burst to life. He slapped it in place and rolled forward on his elbows. Pirates never learned either. Cyrus hissed through his teeth, his eye on his target as that arrow shot off. His arrows were always something. It soared through the air faster than it should leaving a faint whistling in the air, thanks to a little pixie dust before bursting into a little explosion of fire and sparks, Embers rained down along the ship deck.</span><br/>
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Nortan just ran off. She didn't think he just left her. She wasn't to focused on that, but she knew he would be back. Probably with Pan in tow. Her chest hurt, it was like a pressure had squeezed and settled. Her sleeping pants clung to her legs like a second skin, her toes digging in the sand. That same tank top she wore clung to her chest and stomach, twisted and scrunched showing much of the skin. The imprint of a soft lace bralette showed through the top. Her chest rose and fell and finally she felt like she could stop coughing, that she emptied the waters that tried to take her.</span><br/>
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Her mind was fuzzy, she for one did not have water eyes, to see beneath the surface. Her ankle stung, red from a tight grip; scratched at with nails that would let her go only to grab her again. It was like the air settled around her, the gentle lapping of the waters quieting as Pan rushed to her. A bit of sand had sprayed up and her head tilted looking to him as she felt his hand helping to soothe her. A silly smile splayed over her lips, a faint dimple on her cheek appearing as she nodded. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">Im fine.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">" Breathless to the feel of his hand on her hip, she coughed once more before her hand reached tucking some hair behind her ear out of her face. She suddenly felt a little aware of how...wet she was, how her clothing clung to her body. Feel the way he watched her. He was awfully close...<br/>
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Her eyes lifted, she saw how Pan had been biting his lip, for some reason it made a faint heat rush to her cheeks. Her lips parted as a droplet dripped over her lip and off her chin. Wasn't this what happened in movies...should she...try to kiss him? Her body leaned forward, her breath just hitting Pans lips, a friction could be felt with how close she was.<br/>
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"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">Oh! Pan</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">!" A voice called in a melody like voice. Her black hair took to the air, loose curls handing over her shoulders and back. The ends seemed to slither in the water like tentacles. A wide smile was on her lips, a giggle escaping her as another mermaid popped up. She was behind Mella, her hands rested on Mellas's shoulder's before wrapping </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">around her. She giggled, pale green eyes on Tori. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">Ecko said you had returned with a friend</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">!" She said all innocent like. The mermaid behind her giggled again. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"Is that the fish I heard screaming</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">?" She asked loud enough to be heard. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Why'd you let her go? We could have eaten her!</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">" She said with a teasing tone that was most serious. Her deep green hair was just as wavy as Mella's, Orca was her name and she was much meaner than the other. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 12px">Tori had pulled back from Pan as soon as she heard the mermaid. Her honey eyes widened. That was what grabbed her wasnt it. A quiet gasp came from the women, despite being safe where she was she leaned towards Pan, her fingers curling into the front of his shirt. Behind the pair of giggling mermaids was a bursting shower of fire and sparks, raining down much like fireworks in the sky.<br/>
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<span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Nortan crashed through the bushes at that moment his eyes widening as he saw the fireworks. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff80">Oh whoaa</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">!" He cried out jumping with a grin his fist pumping the air as he howled out. This must have been heard and seen from other Lost Boys as the same howl echoed the air. Seemed Nortan was over Tori in the water. Pan was there now, it was all good. Mella and Orca splashed their bright tails as they disappeared beneath the water.  </span></span></span>