OOCMight as well give Sel a reason to eat the sailor... Nidassasyae nodded almost imperceptibly as Luke asked her for help. She didn't want his gratitude, or to have him indebted to her. However, she'd already started to interfere, and decided to throw reason out the window and just keep on going along with it. Besides, there were few enough interesting things to do within the city's walls, she might as well have her fun while it lasted. The sailor had seemed to quiet down for the moment, Nida assumed that this was because of a lack of someone to listen to his shouting. When she moved to take her hand from his chest, so that she could untie Luke, the Kelvic found her wrist clutched in the sailor's hand. His eyes narrowed and glinted as he leered down at the petite young woman. She suddenly froze under that gaze, never having had anyone look at her like that before, but could guess what he wanted. A terrible thought occurred to her: While in this form, she was no longer the hunter. He was the predator, she was the prey. Fear, pure and undiluted flooded through the Bond. She wanted to snap, to tear at this man with her fangs, but she could not. Like a rabbit under a predator's gaze, she simply stood there, frozen in fear and shock. "Where ya goin', little missie?" asked the sailor. "Not to this 'ere vagik? Or back ov'r to yer skinny 'n pale little suitor over there? Yer looking for a much bett'r tumble than with these 'ere, like as not," he spoke now with a certain certainty and swagger, his eyes running up and down her slim form. "Well now, ain't you a tiny one?" "Let go," Nidae managed to hiss, still frozen in fear. The sailor simply grinned at her, pulling her closer to him and leaning forwards so that his face was right before hers. "Don't get yer skirts inna tangle, if you had any. Only askin tah be polite, you could do much better than these little menfolk of yers," the sailor shook his head and tsk tsked. He was so close, she could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath. He obviously wasn't drunk, but had probably taken a swig or two. "How about a kiss then, lassie? Show you just 'ow much yer missing, hanging out with little boys like 'em." Sel, she thought desperately, lips frozen in fear. Nidae tried saying something, but no words would come from her throat. The sailor obviously took this as a 'Go right ahead!' because he started to lean closer to her, one arm snaking around her waist. |