Wingless:

Running, running as quick as he could, his feet hurt, his entire body hurt. They thought he had been broken, he thought so to. Yet Kingdra's action, giving him that fruit, though disgusting as it may have been, Kingdra's little act of care had reminded him that he was not done. While he was alive, they would not have every single part of him. They had taken his body, his wings, they would not have his heart nor his soul. Running along the soft cloud, his rags smeared with blood. His long silver hair flowed behind him, well kept or so it would seem. His hair would be pulled out in other areas, broken and split. Yet he continued to run, his body broken, his mind screaming in pain. He did not care, Within his hand a single bag, filled with the dials he had stolen. They had caused so much damage to his people and to the people down below.

"GET YER ARSE BACK HERE PRETTY MOUTH. ITS MUH TURN TAE HAVE EE FER THE NIGHT" Shouted the big burly pirate. An entire crew of over twenty people where chasing him, but he was lighter, he was faster. The only one not after him was the captain. Strange where was he? Who cared. Kora would just continue running, even as the pistols began to echo through out the land. He was getting to the edge of the sky land, if he fell it would have him land in the centre of Jaya. He was prepared for that, he had the Jet dial to help regulate his fall, to help keep him from dying. If he got to the edge, he could fall and keep away from the pirates. By the time they got back to Jaya, to the blue seas, he would be gone. He would be free.

"Kora. STOP, or this one gets it" He was at the edge, sliding ever so softly to a halt, turning he would see the Captain of his ship, the one who took him, who made him a mess. It had been but an hour since he had seen Captain Jay, the red headed Captain of the Red Hawk Pirates. In his hand he held his pistol and in a headlock was Kingdra. His friend. His beautiful friend. "No" Kora gasped. His heart raged on, the fear in his body caused him to tremble. he was terrified for Kingdra, that much was true, yet he was even more scared for himself. He couldn't go back, he just couldn't. "Put the dials down. Get on your knees and she gets to go as soon as Bruko has you in his hands." Falling to his knees, the bag spilling open to reveal the multiple dials.

He held onto the smallest, he had to keep it hidden as Bruko grasped him, the large man lifted him into the air. Kora grunted as he was squeezed releasing a gasp of pain. "YUMMY, I GET MY PLAY FIN TODAAAY" Bruko said as he inhaled. Kora felt sick, knowing how disgusting Bruko's touch was. "PL..please...C...Captain...Let...LET HER GO" Kora shouted, his voice trembling. He felt so sick, he felt as though he was about to barf every little mediocre thing in his gut. "Okay" The captain said as he released Kingdra, with a look at Kora, she ran tears in her eyes. "bye" The captain said as he released his bullet. With that Kingdra's life was snuffed out. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Kora screamed as she hit the floor. Bruko laughed dropping Kora as he did so, the wingless sky person hit the hard clouds. he had to move quickly scooping up the dials in the bag, he rolled from Bruko, though when he came back on to his feet, he was stumbling. "Hahahaha, I like when you have a bit of BITE to you Kora. Maybe I'll take you tonight instead, Your succulent when your fighting back" The captain said.

"NO" Kora shouted as tears ran down his face. "NO MORE, NO MORE, I'd rather...I'd rather DIE" the silver headed man shouted as he turned, with the bag in his right hand and the jet dial in his second. He would run to the edge. "STOP HIM YOU FOOLS, OR I'll BE USING YOU AS MY FUCK TOY" the captain screamed. Kora jumped, as did Bruko, a single finger touched his foot, as Bruko's hand was outreached. He cried, genuinly cried, heartbroken that his night would be torn asunder. There would be no silver haired beauty beside either of them tonight. The wind...it felt so good as he descended, "Am I...AM I FREE" He shouted so happily.

The descent was beautiful, yet he could not fly, Redhawks had taken that from him. He would use the jet dial to help slow his descent when needed, being that he once flew the skies he knew how to manipulate them. It wouldn't be long before he touched down on the outskirts of Jaya itself. He had been on the blue before, but he always had guards. He always had people. He could not help but cry, he could not help but sob as he held on to his bag of dials. Yet he knew, he knew he could not stay here any longer, he could not stay on Jaya, they would find away down. Putting as much distance between the redhawks and himself was his number one priority. He just needed a way to do that.