<span style="font-family:Philosopher">He paused at the foot of the bed, watching her scramble as far as she could in it. From the way she moved he could tell that she was in pain, no doubt from the blows delivered to her torso. He frowned as he thought of getting his fixer in here to fix her. But no. Not yet. It would allow him to manipulate her in to having his way with her. He leaned forward, dark eyes gleaming in to hers as he took in the tracked tears on her face and the slight tremble in her lips. It excited him, as was obvious as his favorite organ seemed to engorge slightly at the sight. His eyes left his face to track down the length of her body. Her clothes would have to go though if he was to have his way with her. Luckily, he had ways of dealing with that and she would no longer need them afterwards anyways.<br/>
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Before he could enact his plan further a knock came to the door and Daemon growled in response, his features glowering before he slowly turned his back on the woman in the bed and watched the door crack open. Korvin poked his head and immediately went to looking at the floor as he saw the state of undress Daemon was in. Daemon placed hands on hips and a moment of silence passed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Well?" </span>He uttered when Korvin was not willing to break the awkward quiet. Korvin, clearing his throat, decided to speak up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Helmsman's wantin' a headin' sir.."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Talanar I think.."</span> And Korvin brightened at the mention of the pirate isle, nodding his head and closing the door. Talanar was an infamous port on the island of the same name. Located on the tip of the Ophidian Peninsula, Talanar was avoided by anyone with a working brain but was a particular good haven for the worst sorts to hide out on. It would also serve as an important port for Daemon to sell the loot he had taken from the pirate hunter vessel. He could also unload the Hunter herself. Talanar was a slave port on top of everything else and a piece of flesh like the Hunter would attract top price. Or, he could keep her to himself. He was undecided on the matter.<br/>
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He turned around to face the Hunter once more. He put a foot on the bed and leaned forward to place his elbow on his knee. With his free hand, he tapped his chin as he allowed his eyes to rove over the woman's prostrate form.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Where were we? Oh yes. Your state of dress." </span>He motioned to her shirt, pants, and boots.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Two options. Either I can burn them off you.."</span> His fingers snapped, producing a spark between them as he summoned a bit of the Power to his fingertips. While he could probably remove the clothing without harming he, he wasn't entirely sure if he could do it either. It would be interesting to attempt it though.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Or.. you can take them off yourself. "</span> The grin that spread on his face was particularly devilish; no doubt he didn't care although he was always willing to try new magic.</span>