<strong>Aboard the Wreckage of the Dread Horizon<br/>Brandon<br/></strong><br/>He away and she closer still, something tender and longing in her touch, though perhaps not too unlike the delicate limbs of a spider upon the web. Her breath cool upon his cheek, her flesh nude against him, but something about her demeanor so unlike Theresa. Could that woman have simply been waiting for a moment alone with the ranger? A slide of knee let her thigh brush his leg and then came the whisper from her mouth, so quiet as to be only for his ears, and the smell of her breath as the sea. "I have been so long... so very long without the touch of a man... these are dead, all dead. You, though, you are warm. Won't you stay for a while? Won't you stay for just a while?" she asked and cooed and curled close to him, eager for a kiss given freely.<br/><br/>It was only as<strong>Brandon</strong>backed away and she pressed close that a slice of moonlight through the ship's boards passed across her, her pallor pale as death, as a creature far too long without the sun and her eyes white as milk from edge to edge, and nails as sharp as coral. Her smile sweet as blades.<br/><br/>"Won't you love me?"