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Black Heart (slightly more evil looking then pic lol)
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example of what they all can change into. It's not restricted to shape, so this would be half-formed between blood and solid flesh.
The quiet lull of steam engines seemed to amplify in the muted twilight around Denezen cove.
It was still early for the sun to dwindle but as the days grew shorter winter began to set in, bringing an early luminous darkness skimming eagerly in its' wake.
A rather large looking ship seemed to have caught everyone's attention as it began emerging from the mist.
This particular cove was always shrouded in fog from thermal hot springs around the mountainside, thus pushing hot air out to sea as cold drafts are swept inland.
Clashing with evaporated moisture the steam piles up right offshore, blocking the view of any ships coming in until they were practically at the docks.
Even though it seemed like a horrible disadvantage the thick layers of evaporated water kept the town well hidden from unwanted guests.
It had an open-port system but did not actively trade with any of the larger countries by sea.
All of its' normal cargo was taken by train to nearby towns, then sold to whomever wished to obtain it.
As the ship docked several workers came over to do a mandatory inspection.
If it wanted to stay docked safely then it would need to pass.
If it was carrying adverse weapons or harbored hostiles they would either be forced to leave or jailed.
The captain appeared about ten minutes after docking.
He looked to be fairly young but then again, looks could be deceiving.
In fact, Heart was somewhere around four hundred years young and didn't look a day older then twenty six.
His raven colored hair shimmered in the encroaching sunset sending off very slight waves of color, almost like blood or oil when shown under specific light.
He was dressed in a pair of strong but worn dark brown leather boots, a pair of black breeches that reached to a few inches about his ankles, and a long dark blue and gold-laced frock-coat.
It was truly the garb of one who sailed constantly and from the looks of his features one who knew the seas all-too-well.
As soon as Heart stopped a few paces away from the inspectors one of the men stepped forward, holding out a paper Heart had been expecting.
It was a search slip warranting that his vessel abide by the laws of the town and be allowed to be searched.
He gave a curt nod and pushed the paper into one of his larger pockets as a gust of wind rustled the weathered clothes.
His jacket flared open for a few seconds, revealing more of his bare chest and the chalk-white pallor to the skin there.
In fact, Heart looked almost like he belonged in a grave, no on a large and well-taken care of ship.
Either way, after a few awkward stares towards the man the people from the inspection group headed below deck get to work.
Knowing that his crew would follow the orders to be 'hospitable' in his absence Heart strolled down the long plank towards dry land.
His old boots puffed up a small billow of dust and dirt as they finally pressed against solid earth.
It was a feeling of dread and not joy that crossed his mind though.
Heart was more at home on the ocean then ever he could be on land...however, feeding was necessary and that could not be done at sea.
Gazing around the area he ignored several wide-eyed stares and promptly found a decent destination.
A tavern sign blew briskly in the breeze and as he calmly stepped inside Heart smelled the familiar scents of beer and stale food.
Yes, there would definitely be 'food' here...
Black Heart (slightly more evil looking then pic lol)
http://f-l-i-t.deviantart.com/favourites/?offset=48#/d5m0fhq
example of what they all can change into. It's not restricted to shape, so this would be half-formed between blood and solid flesh.
The quiet lull of steam engines seemed to amplify in the muted twilight around Denezen cove.
It was still early for the sun to dwindle but as the days grew shorter winter began to set in, bringing an early luminous darkness skimming eagerly in its' wake.
A rather large looking ship seemed to have caught everyone's attention as it began emerging from the mist.
This particular cove was always shrouded in fog from thermal hot springs around the mountainside, thus pushing hot air out to sea as cold drafts are swept inland.
Clashing with evaporated moisture the steam piles up right offshore, blocking the view of any ships coming in until they were practically at the docks.
Even though it seemed like a horrible disadvantage the thick layers of evaporated water kept the town well hidden from unwanted guests.
It had an open-port system but did not actively trade with any of the larger countries by sea.
All of its' normal cargo was taken by train to nearby towns, then sold to whomever wished to obtain it.
As the ship docked several workers came over to do a mandatory inspection.
If it wanted to stay docked safely then it would need to pass.
If it was carrying adverse weapons or harbored hostiles they would either be forced to leave or jailed.
The captain appeared about ten minutes after docking.
He looked to be fairly young but then again, looks could be deceiving.
In fact, Heart was somewhere around four hundred years young and didn't look a day older then twenty six.
His raven colored hair shimmered in the encroaching sunset sending off very slight waves of color, almost like blood or oil when shown under specific light.
He was dressed in a pair of strong but worn dark brown leather boots, a pair of black breeches that reached to a few inches about his ankles, and a long dark blue and gold-laced frock-coat.
It was truly the garb of one who sailed constantly and from the looks of his features one who knew the seas all-too-well.
As soon as Heart stopped a few paces away from the inspectors one of the men stepped forward, holding out a paper Heart had been expecting.
It was a search slip warranting that his vessel abide by the laws of the town and be allowed to be searched.
He gave a curt nod and pushed the paper into one of his larger pockets as a gust of wind rustled the weathered clothes.
His jacket flared open for a few seconds, revealing more of his bare chest and the chalk-white pallor to the skin there.
In fact, Heart looked almost like he belonged in a grave, no on a large and well-taken care of ship.
Either way, after a few awkward stares towards the man the people from the inspection group headed below deck get to work.
Knowing that his crew would follow the orders to be 'hospitable' in his absence Heart strolled down the long plank towards dry land.
His old boots puffed up a small billow of dust and dirt as they finally pressed against solid earth.
It was a feeling of dread and not joy that crossed his mind though.
Heart was more at home on the ocean then ever he could be on land...however, feeding was necessary and that could not be done at sea.
Gazing around the area he ignored several wide-eyed stares and promptly found a decent destination.
A tavern sign blew briskly in the breeze and as he calmly stepped inside Heart smelled the familiar scents of beer and stale food.
Yes, there would definitely be 'food' here...