Rebecca
Cecilia Lyanah 
South Feyshore Waters

It was common for people to fear her whilst shifted so it didn't bother her when the freed slaves reacted with fear, avoiding her to their best ability. She was tempted to raise her head and taunt them with a growl but refrained from doing so when Caliss's first came down the stairs. Instead, she continued to eat while listening to the two to her side. 

Rather than replying to the Captain, Cecilia remained silent. All that could be heard from the shifter was the tearing of muscles and fat along with the blood that dropped from her drenched muzzle. She hadn't moved onto the second body when she felt her stomach began to cramp from the amount she had ingested. It was a rarity for her to find the opportunity to focus on a single human rather than taking a piece from multiple. 

Cecilia finally took a step back from her meal and ran her tongue over her maw to collect the drying blood that painted her fur. It wasn't a feeling she enjoyed whenever she left her muzzle unclean, the hair would dry and harden. It would become difficult to remove and itched like a dozen fleas. **I think I'm satisfied for now.**
Juan
Caliss Goldmane
Seas of South Feyshore

Caliss nodded and led Bella out of the lower deck. The last few crates of food and treasure were being brought onto the Temptress and lowered into the hold. The slaves were nowhere in sight, "Scuttle the ship and lets keep going!" She called, the rowers managed to dislodge them from the ship once the boarding ramps had been raised. Water immediately filled the gaping hole in the hull amd the slaver ship was doomed to the depths while the Temptress turned and went on.

Caliss led Bella to her cabin, a massive and luxuriously decorated space the size your typical mainland house without any walls. All the furniture seemed to be made of expensive ebony wood and upholstered with dark purple velvet. Caliss went to the tub and stripped down to just her pants and a red silk bra. She was covered in bruises and probably had a few broken bones, the gash in her side was the biggest problem. 

She took hold of some tongs and plucked a red hot stone from a brasier next to her tub, likely meant to be dropped into the tub to warm the water. Instead she pulled her wound open with two fingers and used the tongs to shove the stone in. She grit her teeth and her knuckles turned white as her flesh sizzled like bacon in a pan. Finally she pulled the stone from the newly cauterized wound and picked up a needle and thread. "You ate an awful lot of that captain. More so than I thought you'd need, got an addiction?" She said playfully as she began stitching the wound shut, as of she weren't doing things to herself that would see a doctor hung for medical malpractice. "Lucky he didnt get to my guts... Coulda been the end of me." Her body was riddled with scar tissue, from swords to claws and teeth the pretty woman had left her mark on man and monster alike... And so had they left their marks on her.
Rebecca
Cecilia Lyanah
South Feyshore Waters

The room Caliss led her to was extravagant but the wolf refused to take her eyes off the Captain. This human intrigued her greatly and she couldn't understand what was making her stand out. Cecilia was used to seeing all humans as the same unless it came to Heath. He was the only human she could stand to be near for so long. 

To prevent the floorboards from suffering, the shifter retreated her claws into her paws and carefully padded towards the tub. If she had a weak stomach, Cecilia would have thrown up parts of the Captain she had eaten earlier. However, she did wince as it disturbed her to watch. 

When a few feet away, Cecilia lowered her head and allowed her body to take control of her shifting. Switching between forms was less painful when the shifter didn't attempt to control it themselves, Cecilia learnt this when she allowed Toula to take control. Her spinal cord was the first to snap, forcing her legs to give way as she fell to her stomach. The rest of her bones followed, snapping and popping from the joints before rearranging themselves. Once in her human form, she rested her cheek against the floor and panted heavily. 

"I'm not addicted." She croaked out in annoyance. Bringing her hands by her ribs, Cecilia pushed herself to her knees and stretched her neck to the left before rolling her neck from one side to another. As she did so, her eyes wandered over Caliss's body, taking in every marking on her body. Compared to herself Caliss had double the amount of scarring, including the one that wrapped around her own neck. It only made the Captain less repulsive to look at in Cecilia's eyes. In her mind, each jagged line represented a story waiting to be told. "Why do I have the feeling that you're used to being in that type of situation?"
Juan
Caliss Goldmane
Seas of south feyshore

"You mean inches from death? Yeah, pretty common," She murmured through grit teeth as she stitched herself up, "Sometimes I can't do this myself but most of the time I can handle it alone. There are more on my legs... I don't think I've ever left a fight without atleast a bruise or two."

She cut the thread and wrapped her waist in bandages, then began feeling along her ribs. "It's not as bad as it looks," She said with a shrug despite looking like she lost a fight with a meat grinder, "I'm a tough girl... So I hardly ever stop working." She said easily, setting her own ribs and wrapping herself up. Once she was done she stood, stumbled slightly, then went to a nearby cabinet and poured herself some wine. She downed the glass and poured another, "You've been staring at me quite a bit, Bella, I cannot tell if it is worry or curiosity."

 She turned to looked at the human Bella and smiled a little, "I assure you my pain is nothing compared to what you go through to transform, it's hardly impressive." For once the Captain seemed reluctant to talk.