<i><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Switch Maltrese</span></span>​</div></i><br/><span style="font-size: 10px"><div style="text-align: center">At his words, her laughing expression was obliterated. No longer was there a gentle energy around her or anything gentle about her expression. <i>That</i> was uncalled for. She turned to look at him, balancing herself on the railing. Her eyes were deadpan, and looked as if they had frozen over. Stepping off the railing, her skirts flying up slightly with the wind, she was soon in his face and pressing as close as she dared without actually touching him. Her voice was like a barely-contained fire just waiting to burn him to ashes.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"Don't you ever assume you know a thing about me, you forest rat. Despite my bloodlines and lifestyle, I have never let a man into my body. Next time you open that trap of yours, think again before I rip out your tongue and throw it over the ship. Am I bloody clear?"</span><br/>
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She didn't wait very long for him to reply before she felt something was terribly wrong. Her inner beast started to beat at the cage in her head and her skull throbbed with some pain. Her eyes widened. Something was on the ship. Her wild gaze darted back and forth around the deck of the ship before her senses pointed out where the evil was coming from. The cargo hold. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"Son of a bitch!"</span><br/>
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And then she wasn't there. She had used her powers to delve into Avarien's shadow and use it as a gateway to the shadows below deck. As she reappeared in the cargo hold, she took a heavy breath and calmed her racing thoughts. She couldn't let herself let go of her guard. She crept through the deck, trying to find the source of the evil and found a simple box that was open. But inside it was littered with glyphs used by her kind to seal away demonic energy. And some of those glyphs belonged to high-ranking demons. Damnit all-<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"Captain?"</span><br/>
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Seeing Karita on the floor by the box, Switch moved over to her and felt her pulse. It was slightly erratic but stable and she was breathing. She was passed out cold and wreaked of demonic scent. It did havoc on her demon tendencies, wanting to make her appear less human, less calm, less....withdrawn. But she couldn't let that go. She had to be in control. She gently stroked Karita's face but she knew her light touches wouldn't be enough. <br/>​</div></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">+Howl Hatter</span></span></b>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: left"><ul>
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<li data-xf-list-type="ul"><span style="font-size: 10px"> The pulse of released energy went straight through him and jarred him from his actions. He gasped as the energy hit him and he trembled all over for a moment. He assumed stupidly that Switch had let out some of her Devil, but she wasn't that stupid. He sensed her using a small portion of energy, but it hadn't been a burst like before. Something was loose on the ship. He wanted to go and help and seek--Jasna's leg wrapping about his waist and pushing her delectable center against his aching cock derailed his thoughts. Perhaps it was the energy affecting his judgments, but he knew Switch could handle it herself. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"Jasna..."</span><br/>
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He murmured her name like it was the key to his salvation. Like her name alone could redeem him of all the sins he had committed. He moved his hands from her only to work on her shirt and undo the buttons and things until her underthings were revealed- if she even wore any. Still, he eyed what he could see of her pale and slightly scarred skin, loving every inch. He trekked the pads of his fingers over her stomach and between the valley of her breasts, just lightly touching as if worshiping her body. He was here. In her bed. Touching her. It was almost too good to believe...<br/>
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