It was a strange moment, something out of a story book. Dawn, Foran and Donchen standing ready with the red crescent of the sun rising behind them, banishing the starry night sky. The sight of it scratched some memory in the back of Lilith's head. All that was missing was someone carrying a flag. Soon enough though, that perfect moment framed by the light of the dawn vanished like snow before the sun as the pirates recovered from their shock and advanced on the three. Lilith was left with a lingering sadness at the loss of something she couldn't even remember. It undermined her desire to resist the pirate captain attemping to have his way with her. She imagined that if he didn't need to bark commands and guidance to his crew she'd already be fed that bulge in the man's pantaloons. It wasn't a prospect Lilith's savoured, the filth would probably ruin the taste of the flesh and blood.<br/><br/>Even if she lacked the strength to raise her arms in her defence, the pirate captain Murlog still tried to pin her wrists above her head with one hand, the other keeping that dagger at her throat. He grunted in surprise at the effort required, Lilith's scaled arms weighing quite a deal heavier than the man had expected. Lilith sighed at his fumbling.<i>"What weakness does this man possess, whom can't even-"</i>A bloody thud interrupted both the warped elf and the captain. Both glanced to their left, staring at the unfortunate fellow who had moved up to give his captain a hand, only to have grown an arrowhead from his gut. The pirate let out a gurgle, before tumbling forward, revealing the arrow sticking in his back and the elven archer that had fired it. With a grunt and a pointed finger, Murlog send the rest of his guard at the archer.<b>"Blighted seas, how'd they get free? What are you waiting for men, get that elven whore back in chains!"</b><br/><br/>Not only the captain's attention was on the loose prisoners, Lilith's was as well. Two female elves, no wait, a male and a woman (lovers?) and a sprite of a fiery persuasion. All three reeked of power, in different ways. Lilith watched them with curiousity. A strange crew to find in the ex-shackles of pirates, how very interesting. Lilith watched Foran come to the aid of the archer while the sprite and the man dealt with their attackers, unable to rip away her eyes and completely uncaring about her own predicament, even with Murlog attempting to tug down his trousers. Not that he got the chance to get that far anyway.<br/><br/>The bone and wood-shattering explosion drew the attention of every fighter on the deck. The ship shuddered while woodsplinters and pirates rained down. Lilith could swear she had heard the mast's supports crack belowdeck, and really wanted to elsewhere before the mast's balance was lost and it's weight would come crashing down on the deck. The ashen elf quickly forgot those worries, as the splinter rain died down to reveal Dawn standing at the center of the carnage. Hair and clothes billowing in a wind that only touched the human girl. Lilith almost soiled her lioncloth in arousal at the sight. Both the warped elf and the captain were silenced and frozen by the girl's display of power.<br/><br/>The enchantment seemed to wear off when Dawn casually blew up a barrel. The act, Dawn's words, and her sheer brazen audacious confidence made a tingling shiver dance up Lilith's spine, coaxing a moan out of the elf as it reached between her shoulderblades. The captain's eyes briefly swung to her, the frown on his face betraying his wonder at the fact that Lilith was actually getting off on all this. He had bigger worries than the weird elf-demon-thing anyway, half his crew already dead or over the railing.<b>"Where do ye think yer going? Get back here ya cowards an' fight! Melassa!"</b>He cried out the warlock's name.<b>"Melassa, where are ye?!"</b>A swirling black cloud answered Murlog's call, but not in the way the man had hoped.<br/><br/>The heavy chest dropped on the deck with a thud, filled with weapons and gear that could not help the pirate with his current predicament. Looking into the mass of smoke, Lilith could make out the form of a shapely woman. Their eyes briefly met, but Lilith did not expect the recognition within them. Blinking confused, Lilith failed to respond to the wink as the woman faded away into nothingness. The warped elf's gaze wandered from the vanishing warlock to Murlog, and watched as the anger on the man's face shifted into despair and confusion. To see the man's pride fall so made Lilith purr deeply in approval.<br/><br/>To his credit, he recovered quickly, and hadn't lost his bark along with most of his teeth as the dagger pointed anew at her throat proved.<b>''One step closer, or this bitch will die'' </b>Lilith could see the man's hand tremble, grinning broadly. The man had no plan, no escape, no confidence left. All he had was a few loyal men and the worst captive he could possible have. Lilith let out a cruel laughter.<i> "Oh captain, my captain. How can you hope to kill that which cannot die? Many greater than you have tried."</i>In his paranoid scanning of the others on the deck, the captain had failed to notice Lilith's tail creeping up behind him, now wrapping around his throat while Lilith twisted around in his grip. Row and row of sharp, bloody teeth filling his field of vision.<i> "I've fed on Death, now sleep so in these strange times-"</i><br/><br/>Once more, the warped elf didn't get to finish her rhymes, though it wasn't by the sharp cut of a blade leaving her throat, but with the sudden bolt of energy hitting the mast, releasing it's stunning magic. The blast instantly knocked all sense out of the elf, who hit the deck like a block. Just instantly collapsing with an anti-climatic thud.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>