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

He chuckled lowly at her insistence to use her own knife--she wasn't stupid and he knew it, but still he'd tried to trick her. He didn't ever clean his blade and not because of any lack of hygienic awareness, but because there was power in blood. The blood of the dead he'd slaughtered coated the knife and in a way he owned a part of them still. It did nothing except grant him a bit more power and fulfill the demon's sick desire to collect 'trophies' from his kills, but if he'd cut her with it, he would have surely had more than just the bond with her alive. He would have had it when she was dead too. So long as the blade with her blood was in his possession, a part of her spirit would be locked with him forever. But it wasn't a great loss and he found it funny that she probably didn't even know what she had just side-stepped. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't but he liked it better when he thought of her as ignorant. Torean's eyes flashed in amusement at her own conditions, pursing his lips in a small smirk as he watched her cut her palm. She was good at hiding her emotions, not even a single twitch on her face from the pain he knew she must have felt from it. It was as if she'd run a finger over her hand for all the expression she displayed. As soon as the wound was made, he felt the demon surge up within, the smell of the blood filling his nostrils as he took in a deep breath. He could hear it pumping in her veins and he could feel it like little vibrations against his skin, tingling along every inch of his flesh in a pleasurable sensation. He didn't know the exact moment it had happened, but he suddenly realized he wasn't himself anymore, the whites of his eyes pitch black and all of his teeth sharp points. The change was perceptible in the air around him even if she could not see the way he held himself now, seeming to tower over her even though he sat lower than her on the ground. The demon, which called itself Locke, gazed at her wild-eyed, like some insane animal. Licking it's teeth, it chuckled deeply in a voice that reverberated through the room, like a deep rumbling with a slight echo. Agreed , it said, the words coming out like multiple voices speaking at once, the deepest one a gravelly bass with a slight foreign accent, more pronounced than the others. It cut it's own hand with the knife it still held, smiling with wicked glee as it reached forward quickly putting their wounds together, the demon's blood mixing with hers straight at the source. It was like a shock struck through them both, a blinding light flashing briefly behind eyelids and Locke jerked in delight, growling in pleasure as the bond was set in place. Finally it let go of her hand and sat back with a sigh in that echoing voice and gazed at her lazily. It could feel her now, sense her as if she were a part of itself, the presence of her almost like a possession. In a way it owned her, and despite the fact that the bond was the same for her, it pleased Locke greatly in a twisted way to have this hold on the pirate Captain. Slowly, like the unfolding of a hideous flower, the demon smiled, the expression spreading upon it's face like some terrible thing overtaking it's visage and splitting it with a large toothy grin. The smell of carrion wafted from it's gaping maw and every tooth ended in a sharp point, the teeth themselves off white and slightly reddish from the stains of blood--but probably not seen so clearly in the darkness. As the teeth came into full view, the sound of crying babies and children could be faintly heard echoing in her head. And just like that, it faded, the warped features resolving themselves into Torean's regular facial characteristics and the nearly palpable evil dimming down to a mere fog compared to the overwhelming presence of it before. Torean, let out a breath through his nose, and quirked an eyebrow at Desiree. When do we board? he asked languidly, as if nothing untoward had happened.