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[color=1BF285]Time: Morning
Location: Aboard The Harem
Interactions: Helio [@princess], Rellen[@FunnyGuy]
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry. [/color]
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[color=C1E9EC]Nym’s nostrils flared wide as the scent of more blood hit the air. [i]Sweet, intoxicating, fresh.[/i] Blood called to him, sang to him more sweetly than any siren’s voice. And Helio with his fresh wound was taking far too long to finish this fight. Helio was crew, but more than that, Helio the fairy prince wielded dark magic along with the typical fae control over plants. A creature of rare and interesting talents, and that was something Nym placed a high value on. He stalked closer to the dark elf Rellen, closing in on his prey with soft, careful footsteps. His intent was to offer help, to finish this quickly and cleanly. Until he reached striking distance and his hand no longer rested on the cutlass at his side, intent changing in an instant. 

A dark elf relies on magic, that is the source of elven power. A demihuman is a different breed. A mix of man and beast; the man that was Nym was a calculating one, but the beast within Nym was a powerful one, a creature of constant, primitive, hunger. The man fought with blade and cannon, fought to gain, and wanted to live. The shark thought of nothing but meat and blood, no fear of injury, no concern for death; only instinct, and instinct screamed that food meant survival. The will of the shark overpowered the will of the man.

Striking distance. [color=CB0000][i]Hunger.[/i][/color] A need for food, for blood. He lunged forward with speed and power. The dark magic that coated the elf was sure to cause pain, pain that would be felt when the man returned. But the shark felt nothing but the hunger. The elf was meat and meat was food and he was hungry. 

Nym’s teeth were on full display, sharp and deadly, his maw opened wider than a man should be able to. Gnashing and snapping, wanting to tear and shred and feed. His lone eye was wide and wild, with no trace of anything close to humanity. The flesh was so close, everything smelled of food. Hands grappled and seized what they could. Teeth, desperate to sink into flesh. The shark would not be satisfied until the teeth found their meal, it would not cease until one of them lay dead.[/color]