Crimson blood dripped from the cold steel as the body before him fell down, crashing onto the hard rock-specked sand below. Tymor Greyjoy stood tall and proud amongst the brewing chaos of the coast-side hamlet in flames around him as he defeated the last of his foes in the name of the crown. The young captain of ten and nine gave out a devilish smirk as he sheathed the bloodied sword Ocean's Heart before prying a bastard sword from the corpse's grasp. All paid in blood. Tall and strong with the handsome traits of his house, long black hair grew past his shoulders and he wore light leather armor with his weathered down tunic. Every inch of the Greyjoy was caked in blood and sweat.
His sharp grey eyes scanned the burning village, it seemed that not a soul was left except for his band of seasoned ironborn raiders and the screaming women being hauled back with them to the ships. Overall a successful raid for the captain of The Kraken's Revenge as he started to head back to his prized ship where he had his saltwives waiting for him in his chambers.
The Greyjoy remembered very little of his own parents Dagon and Victaria. He was never close with his father and hardly met eye to eye, they were two very different men with very different views on life. In Tymor's young eyes Dagon was a mere disappointment to the lad, not the brave and cunning commander but a soft and sad man. As for his mother, she left Pyke and never came back.
As soon as he stepped on foot onto the longship, his ears perked at a familiar sound causing the captain to turn around to meet a pair of misty lavender orbs glaring back at him. Balon Pyke was a lithe and skinny man of ten and seven with the long curly jet black hair of their mother as well of the light violet eyes of Lord Celtigar. The man gave his older brother a sickening smile as the Greyjoy scowled harshly at the scrawny bastard.
"What do you want?!," the Captain of The Kraken's Revenge snapped Balon as Pyke made his approach. "I have important business to attend to."
"Oh and no time for your own brother?," Balon told him as his slimy smile grew. The young Kraken hated Balon, an insane and weak bastard who was as stable as a rogue wave. The man had many beliefs, many stemming from searching up his own Valyrian bloodline. Tymor despised him ever since he turned up at Pyke and that hatred only grew more and more.
"Half-brother," the Greyjoy growled at the Harlaw bastard, "Dalton is more of a brother to me than you will ever be." His right hand clutched onto the sapphire specked scabbard of Ocean's Heart as if he was ready to take Balon out with it. Though he must take caution even with his insanity, Balon had wits, a man who was always planning for the next step.
A threat to House Greyjoy, a threat that must be taken out as soon as possible.
The younger man only pouted, replying back to him with a seemingly disappointed tone. "Oh, why must you be so harsh brother? I never did anything to you or to our cousins. True I'm not an uncivilized brute like all of you but we still share the same blood."
"Because you're a made man and a heretic, Balon. You should have been executed years ago."
"Lower your voice," Balon whispered out a hiss at Tymor, "You don't want the whole fleet to hear you." The man chuckled an unnerving laugh as Tymor rolled his steely eyes at the youth. This conversation was worthless, wasting his precious time.
"Whatever, I have no time for your little mind games," Tymor said as he turned his back on his bastard brother as he started to walk towards his captain's quarters. "I have women waiting for me and they aren't going to fuck themselves."
"Oh enjoy your time raping those innocent women, I'll just head back to my own vessel and wait for the one day in which my older brother finally acknowledge my existence."
Tymor slammed the door behind him, shutting out the mocking words of the bastard as he stormed into his chambers in a fury of anger.