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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">Matheria sat on the small cot that made up almost all of the furnishings in the small cell. It was bleak and oppressive with steel barred, reinforced walls on three sides and the ship's thick wooden outer wall making up the fourth. It left little room for privacy and modesty, but that did not bother her in the least. What did bother her was that of all the guards posted to watch over the "dangerous prisoners" she had only managed to get one to even acknowledge her. It was not going to be easy to convince him to free her and her first mate if she did not get to see him more. Sure, she had a contingency in place for when they arrived in Cane's Anchor but she liked to have options. She had not avoided capture for fourteen years by leaving things to chance. <br/>
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That she had been captured at all still rankled. She thought she could trust her crew but they had surrendered. She would have gotten them out if they had only fought harder. Now they were on another ship bound for ten years of hard labour while she and Charity were bound for trial. A huff of disgust passed her lips. Saying that she was going to get a fair trial was like saying that tying a bag of rocks to her back and telling to to swim to shore was fair. In this case though, the insistence on bureaucracy was helpful. It was giving her time to plan a daring escape.   <br/>
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For now though, she was wavering between bored and on edge. There was something in the air and it was not simply the saltiness of the sea. There seemed something tickling at her senses, like the smell of ozone right before a lightning strike. "Charity," she called softly to the next cell without looking over "do you feel that?" Both women had sensitivity to the unnatural due to their heritages and Matty had learned to trust that intuition. The sensation grew worse and the aasimar found it impossible to sit still. She paced back and forth like the caged animal that she was, fervently wishing that the cells had a porthole so she could see what was coming. <br/>
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Large amethyst eyes seemed to scan around the cell, hoping for a means to free herself. Something was coming, something she was more and more certain was very bad. "Guard!" She finally called out. "Guard, you have to warn the captain to reverse course before it is too late! Tell the fool to reverse course before he dooms is all!" <br/>
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She felt a sudden chill and she swore she heard a soft, sinister whisper in her ear "too late."</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div><br/>The whisperings of her neighbor did little to rouse Charity at first. Unlike her captain, the succubus-born woman had little worry about much of anything. Her nature was a mostly a devil-may-care one and unless angered or otherwise provoked, it was hard to get her to see things any other way. While the other woman paced and nervously contemplated all that had happened to them in the past few weeks, the tiefling simply slept. Just as expected, when the fog began to roll in and her captain's preternatural sense of the otherwordly began to tingle, the lilac skinned woman was gone to the world. She laid on her bunk, clad in no more than a pair of shorts that provided almost nothing in the way of modesty, and nothing else. The tight brown cloth hugged her lower half sensually, the garment defining the bulge of her sex, and it was a buldge far from the feminine mound expected on a woman of her infernal beauty.  She was sprawled out, her legs hanging off the the cot she 'owned' and her horned head at rest against a pillow so thin it may as well just have been an empty case with a handful of feathers. Her raven colored hair   was a tangled mess in her own state, and her heavy chest rose and fell with each slow breath.<br/><br/>It was only when she was called upon more insistently than she had been in the last hours, that the woman rose. With a sigh and a grunt, the tiefling threw her legs over the edge of her bed and sat up. Her bare breasts bounced, the heavy mounds sagging only slightly despite their more than generous size.With a sensual and catlike stretch that emphasized the curves of her body even more she finally stood, her thin spaded tail catching in the blankets on her cot and sending the bundle of rough (and most irritatingly itchy) to the ground to form a pool. With lidded, tired black eyes she pressed herself up against the bars separating them, her cheek pressing against the cool metal for a moment before she groaned and pulled back to look her old friend in the eyes. Solid, deep pools of black stared back into the amethyst of her caller's own. They blink , slowly. After a moment their owner yawned, her head lolling back with a dull crack and pop. When she turned her attention back to Matty, her serpentine tongue flicked out briefly from between her lips, the thin black muscle teasing between the bars before Charity offered a cheeky smile.<br/><br/>“Mrmm.. so you got me up to only ask me if I quiver as much as you?” A thin eyebrow raised and the horned woman tilted her head. “The static in the air certainly does not feel as good as your hand used to.” A sensual sound somewhere between a purr and groan sounded from the fiend-touched woman's throat before she again pressed herself up against the bars, letting her cheek rest against them so that only one side of her face could be seen. “Do tell me my brave captain is scared~” she purred again, her tail flicking backward as she did so. “ Fear doesn't suit you, love.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>