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[Deacon]

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*Bone Snaps* Followed by two loud *Thuds*

Deacons eyes open in complete awareness, then sheets fly as he lunges from bed in a blur, shifting into horrific beast on impulse. He rises to full posture hitting his head on the ceiling. A quiet wheezing laugh can be heard from the unlit corner of the room. Deacon ignores the laughter, looking down at his feet lay 2 young men both throats slashed and daggers fallen from hands. Two silver eyes open and gleam as they move forward from the the dark corner of the poorly lit room. A huge jet black wolf emerges, mouth of crimson red and almost smiling with a sense of accomplishment. Before Deacon has a chance to start, the room is flooded with a deafening shriek of terror.

*Shriek of terror*

He turns to see a woman, eyes wide and mouth open sprinting away in desperation. Deacon turns to see the wolf nodding at the daggers, searching for a sign of approval from his master. Deacon, forgetting he was in horrific beast form, lets out a loud rolling laugh and nods as he shrinks into the silhouette of human form. "Well you two picked the wrong room" Deacon whispers. "Common thieves." Silverline states matter of factly. The room slowly begins to glow blue as Silverline shifts back into Wisp form. "Well done old friend but I doubt this will go without consequence, regardless of who was in the right". As if on Que the sound of men, the clanking of swords and talk of far exaggerated battle premise could be heard building on deck....

"Its just one man, what are you all waiting for!?!" yells the ship-master looking around for volunteers. "Fine, wait here ladies, you two come with me or find yourself swimming the rest of the way!" The men timidly proceed down the stair case coming to a stop in the doorway of Deacons room. "They were murderous thieves, I was simply defending myself" Deacon says, hidden from sight using an invisibility spell. The ship-master starts, "We know what happened HALF BREED!" Deacons eyes narrow. "You did nothing, apart from existing anyway, he says with a snort.... That however", The ship-master turns his head to the wisp, "killed two of my men". Silverline glides to the far wall as the three men press into the room. Deacon lets out a long tired sigh and reveals himself from the invisibility spell. "Well then, it seems we have come to an impasse." Deacons eyes begin to glow a deep blue. With out warning the 2 crew members lunge forward, their swords aimed for Deacons heart...

The room suddenly fades to black and the two men lay at Deacons feet twisted and coiled within the confines of Silverlines snake form. Deacons eyes glowing more prominently in the darkness stare motionless at the ship-master. Deacon breaks the silence with only a whisper "Gather your men and get the **** off my ship." The ship-master begins to question "Your ship.....?" before grasping the situation. The man slowly backs through the doorway and up the stairs. Only moments later the lifeboats were full and quickly fleeing the ship. "We're less than a day from shore now, they'll be fine" Deacon says to himself. "Though we may not be." Deacon says jokingly. "This ship requires more than one man to sail." Silverline uncoils the 2 crew men and gestures to the thieves in the corner. Again Deacon lets out a long sigh looking over the bodies of the former crew. "You know how I feel about that." "Though it seems we have little choice, we're so close to home." "Silverline, search the ship for anyone that has been left behind, I'll tend to this." Deacon turns to the lifeless bodies, regret already setting into his glowing blue eyes.... "Uus Corp..."