The heated arguement was mostly lost on her from her quiet place on the deck. She was too far off to really hear what exactly was being said. But what she did know was that someone... well, somepeople were pissed. It's not long before she creeps about and looks down onto the lower part of the deck to investigate.
She's just in time for the fight to well and truly erupt, the noise she hears of something so purely rageful it scares her half to death, and part of her wants to hide away from it before she even gets a glimpse of the two men on the deck below.
She's frozen to the spot watching in horror at the brawl, her heart trembling in her chest. Is this what it's going to be like, one day? Watching this happen over and over again until someone's dead? Helen is neither a vampire nor a werewolf. She is an angel of death and despite the fact she hasn't seen anyone's death here - this could end up in a one. Her mind screams danger and she knows she's not ready to see all this yet - she wants it to stop. She wants it to end.
One of them is about to throw the other overboard--
Helen makes a sound of her own. She can't stand back any more. It's almost like a scream, something terrified and desperate and she shouldn't be here and she shouldn't be interfering and she wants to-- oh god, she wants to go home now. She lets out that sound until her lungs empty, until she feels her wings tear at her back and she's vaulting over the railings, falling several metres onto the trashed deck below.
She lands with little grace, but unhurt, and stumbles a few steps toward the pair. "Stop! Stop it! Now! Please! No more fighting!"
i am so sorry
She's not even sure she's met one, either.
The heated arguement was mostly lost on her from her quiet place on the deck. She was too far off to really hear what exactly was being said. But what she did know was that someone... well, somepeople were pissed. It's not long before she creeps about and looks down onto the lower part of the deck to investigate.
She's just in time for the fight to well and truly erupt, the noise she hears of something so purely rageful it scares her half to death, and part of her wants to hide away from it before she even gets a glimpse of the two men on the deck below.
She's frozen to the spot watching in horror at the brawl, her heart trembling in her chest. Is this what it's going to be like, one day? Watching this happen over and over again until someone's dead? Helen is neither a vampire nor a werewolf. She is an angel of death and despite the fact she hasn't seen anyone's death here - this could end up in a one. Her mind screams danger and she knows she's not ready to see all this yet - she wants it to stop. She wants it to end.
One of them is about to throw the other overboard--
Helen makes a sound of her own. She can't stand back any more. It's almost like a scream, something terrified and desperate and she shouldn't be here and she shouldn't be interfering and she wants to-- oh god, she wants to go home now. She lets out that sound until her lungs empty, until she feels her wings tear at her back and she's vaulting over the railings, falling several metres onto the trashed deck below.
She lands with little grace, but unhurt, and stumbles a few steps toward the pair. "Stop! Stop it! Now! Please! No more fighting!"