<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey"><span style="font-size: 12px">He would never understand. She had a fear of magic for good reason. At least in most people's minds it would be a good reason. As he stood, she flinched. Her pants pulled down, however taking them the rest of the way would make her have to move, then he would see. He'd see the black spider web like markings on the back of her thigh. Painfully stained black magic. Magic that had been corrupted and used with such maliciousness, that it had stained her skin. She still remembered how bad it hurt, the burning sensation so different from fire or heat. It was as if it scarred her soul. She couldn't bring herself to let him see it. At least not willingly. When the pirate made the bes sink she continuednto stare at the sheets, afraid to look up and meet those eyes that dug their way through her. The more that fire shone on her the more she seemed to tense, fingers curled around her pants waistband, unmoving. Damn... she thoughts as she found herself sinking deeper and deeper into a fear she had buried. Usually she could at least pretend, but rhis situation had thrown her through a neverending loop of failure.  Then she saw it. Reacjing out like a demon of her nightmares the green fire crawled across her. She shuttered and quickly removed her fingers from the garments. The clothing quickly disappearing forever. Staring down still she looked at her own body, exposed. <br/>
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It took everything not to retreat from the Captain as she felt his eyes take her in. The greedy look on his face, she could only imagine. That was when he commanded her. She lifted her head and looked into those dark green eyes that gazed upon her. She stiffened and then suddenly she relaxed. All the anger and humiliation he had felt suddenly vanished. A blank, expressionless look clouding her face. Her inner feeling shut off to him as suddenly as a storm out at sea. She shifted to do as she was yold and in that movement he would see the dark mark on her thigh. A curse, yet it seemed to have no power, which was nearly impossible, unless... if his eyes travelled her smooth, thigh thighs, down to shapely calves he would also catch a glimpse of another piece. Something <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.askideas.com%2Fmedia%2F46%2FWatercolor-Anchor-Tattoo-Design-For-Thigh.jpg&amp;hash=c2a19a6489f2e3e8761cfb6b31628320" href="https://www.askideas.com/media/46/Watercolor-Anchor-Tattoo-Design-For-Thigh.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">colorful and beautiful</a>. Though one would not be able to see unless she lay on her stomach or expose her back to him. She finished mov8ng and the marks again were hidden from the pirate's sight. The lovely woman before him closed her eyes. The feeling of his magic was familiar. Reminded her of the man from K'arnea, a place she actually hadn't minded visiting. A place of magic and the only reason she had survived the curse of a woman she once called Sister, a man who was like a brother. Her heart waivered at the thought. The stinging in her chest would be felt by Daemon. <br/>
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The memories were painful, but her mind took her back. She was 12, orphan and living on the ports of Kar'ho.  A group of children who stole to survive. Her sister Vara, and a couple of older boys, one of the name Dallas. The children reigned hell on the merchants of the port. Years passed and one dark night on her 16th birthday she walk back into the small fort in a back alley they called home. Vara lay on the ground, her blonde locks drenched in blood. Dallas stood above her, hands bloody and a wild look in his eyes. A look of pure evil, magic dancing on his fingertips. When Callie screamed he had grabbed her. Callie was no push over, she fought him, screaming, kicking trying to escape him. In anger, as he sat a top her, pinning her to the ground he grabbed her thigh and whispered a dark chant and his hand began to burn. Callie's wails echoed in the night as she struggled. S</span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family:Happy Monkey">he couldn't remember what happened after that. All she remembered was waking a month later in the medicine man's home. Rafael taking care of her and there being two marks on her body. <br/>
That had been the start. Her hate for both magic and pirates came from the hate of a single man. Her need to destroy all that he was. She lay quietly as her eyes opened once more and she looked at him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6"> "Your magic is practiced. It feels like a man from K'arnea."</span> She muttered out as calm blue eyea met his green ones.</span></span>