A blond man watched the scene from above. His lax curls swaying with the wind and his eyes ever shifting changed different shades of blue at this time. His tattered white cloth shirt was dirty with use and from the filth and grime from the ship. His breeches had a similar look as did his feet since he wore no shoes. A playful smile on his face as he pulled his locks into a ponytail with a blue ribbon.<br/><br/>Iocus had heard the decree in the morning but paid no mind to it. While the gods searched for him relentlessly he stayed just outside their reach. Humans he had found relyed more on their senses of sight, smell, and hearing far to heavily. Leaving their sixth sense silent, an accidental gift from himself. But this made his life and tricks easier, his only concern the Angels who he felt to stuck up and daft to worry about.<br/><br/>He had originally snuck aboard for some fun and tricks. Having planned to change form and gender to convince the men they were haunted by the ghost of a maiden. A common trick he loved to play or convice them of ghost ships, or, and this was his favorite convince them he was a woman and make them think themselves mad.<br/><br/>But he smiled as he watched the scene below. The Goddess of the Vampires aboard the same vessal and in such a predicament to! His mind raced with the fun this situation promised to create.