<b>The pirate ship.</b><br/><br/><span style="color: green"> “Oh joy, the captain’s whore graces us with her presence. So to what to we owe this pleasure? Your lover not man enough to try breaking me again?”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"What's that now? What's going on?"</span><br/><br/><b>"I'm hungry!"</b><br/><br/>Melassa had barely set foot in the captains cabin, before she was already insulted, moaned and spat at by the captives held here. She did not care, nor regarded any of them with their wishes to insult or desires to eat. She merely walked over to the captains table and sat down with a heavy sigh, twirling with her finger in a cloud of smoke in the airs as she seemed to be lost in thought for a good seven or eight minutes. Any of the captives could see something was the matter, it was rather unsettling to see the ever so proud and powerful warlock muddling with her mind and looking concerned about something. A smart slave would instantly realize that whatever concerned their masters, would concern their safety as well.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, as soon as she seemed to realize she was making herself look vulnerable, something she did not care for too much, she strided over to the big table behind her and threw a hunk of almost rotting raw meat into the cage of the fire nymph. The black skinned woman grinned a golden tooth smile as she neared the cage and scraped with the end of her pinky nail in one of the runic descriptions on the wood.<br/><br/>''Hey dere foxy little one. Is you likin' yo' cage? It might be time t'release ya' fum dis ya' know, so cut me some slack, when I be doin' just that. We is all goin' t'die anyway, and ah' rada' much prefa' dyin' fum some fire den fum de dangers our captain be choosin' t'sail into. Neverdeless, kin ya' feel de dark energy uh dis place? If ya' igno'e mah' powers off course. Just, try it, sweet one. Feel de dead dat gots cursed dis place fo'ever, kin ya' feel de lin'erin' magic uh powa' abused t'kill dousands uh innocent souls? You's gots'ta feel it, ya' is mo'e sensitive den me in dese matters... Hmmm maybe I be crazy and I be imagin dese tings.''<br/><br/>The woman sat back down, on the floor this time, completing a circle with the others in the room. Her entire being was wrapped in swirling black magic and dark matter curls of shadows as she crossed her legs and started to hum a tune to calm her nerves. It wasn't enough though, because she had caused just that what she had hoped to do among her prisoners.<br/><br/><i>Fear.</i>Because now, most that could sense her coming from the deck to the cabin, would be able to feel the residue of darkness and magic that have slaughtered the thousands of thousands of innocent Aviari souls, not far from where they were sailing. And they were able to feel the dark ancient magic, the young girl was carrying within her as well, the girl on the ship now only a few seconds away from the Captains plundering.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>