Thread: Yo Ho, Ho, And A Bottle of Rhum on a Dead Man's Chest;;

When he slept it was always the same. Never did he dream the way normal people did, but relived the memories of past kills over and over again. There had been a lot of them and even if he dreamt of a 100 in one night, it still wouldn't cover half of those he'd slaughtered in his life. But there had been something different about this one. She had been there sharing his body when he'd been in the dream. He often remembered that kill with mixed feelings, enjoying it as a delightful experience and hating himself for that. But that she had been there... It was like he'd been possessed with an exhibitionist spirit after bonding with her. The desire to have her watching over his shoulder, feeling what he did as he danced to the music of death filled him with glee. Especially with her wonderful reactions to it revulsion and fear being the two main ones. Torean wanted to bathe in the negative emotions he inspired in her. For that reason, he should have awoken with a smile, but he didn't. As soon as he roused from the nudge on his shoulder, the demon was there inside his head, pestering him. Hungrig! it said urgently in his mind. Hungrig! Torean sat up with a small groan muttering an impatient, Alright, hoping the beast would shut up. But then he stopped. It wasn't simple like before... So, he slipped into his jacket and put on his boots, straightening himself out, an aching feeling filling him as the demon continued to whine in his ear trying to get him to grasp the gravity of the situation. It was only when he finally walked out on deck that it became fully clear. All of his cataloging of flesh last night seemed like a joke now as he looked around at the men in sight. Every last one was untouchable. He could feel it like a pressure in his limbs and on his shoulders when he tried to consider which one would be good for eating the words he'd spoken in oath, his signature on the contract and the Captain's blood coursing through him, all held him tighter than a vice, his body unable to break them even in the slightest bit. The pressure built to a crescendo when he tried to look at individual limbs and gullets and imagined tearing them apart or biting into them, almost to a painful degree. So, to shut out the pain and relieve the pressure, he adjusted his thinking deliberately so that all he saw were men. It was an effort to say the least and he glowered darkly as he looked around with different eyes. Last night had been fine, practising and storing the knowledge, but now that the demon was here the threat was real and the oaths he'd made held fast and strong. Torean let the demon flail and roar impotently inside him, it's voice and pressing need washing over him, before finally it reached a point where he was numb to it. He stood there by the Captain's chambers doors, arms folded and in the shadow of the ship. She would probably want him to help do work with the others and of course, the contract he'd agreed to would force him to comply. But he would make her ask or order him before he made a move to do so, for 2 reasons 1. alhough he'd been on the sea a bunch of times, he'd never been a part of a crew and also didn't know what his position here was and 2. it would afford him some level of control forcing her to come to him with demands. It wasn't much, because he'd still have to follow orders, but at least he could push her to act a certain way.