Bloodlust sizzled beneath his skin. It wasn't that he liked killing, but Scar had been frustrated for months and he was finally able to let loose. Doing what he did best. The fighting, his body, the deadly efficiency were all things he could control-things that wouldn't leave him awake at night pondering cost.
He pulled up the tattered remains of his hood and the door swung open.
He didn't know why his memory tugged at all those months lost on careful planning. And for the thousandth time he saw the men scattered in the rubble. Ghost's lifeless eyes, but then he honed into the steps two seconds into the doorway and it all faded to the back of his mind. Hovering for the next moment until he thought of them again.
The soldier that entered the hull didn't even glance at the shadow on the wall. His lips twisted as he took in the sleeping man. He opened his mouth to say somthing but froze in anger as he caught sight of Thaulka; unchained in the back corner of the room leaning into the wood of the hull and smiling. In two fluid motions Scar disarmed the soldier and slid the long dagger the man had been holding across the man's throat. His other hand smoothly covering his mouth as blood flowed warmly. The dead man hit the floor and the dagger ran threw the other guards head with a sickening thud before he even fully managed to open his eyes.
He went to the guard and pulled the long dagger from his head with satisfying squelch.
He flickered the blood off along the wall and flung the door open to the ship so hard it rattled the hinges.
A dozen soldiers turned to him their eyes narrowed with distaste a few snarled. A pack of mean wolves, but he was a shadow; of death.
***
The dozens soldeirs were all quick to reach for their pistols, but he was quicker. Even injured as he was he moved like a tendril of wind across the ship deck. He calculated himself behind a barrel to the right as the quickest of the men fired at him.
In a few seconds he knew that would be the second man he took out.
The barrel was solid. A few shots were finding their way threw in the next couple of seconds, but he was already sprinting for the left right back to where he had been moments before, the last place they expected him to be.
He fluidly let his blade go before he reached the spot he was aiming for; the captain's deck.
His first target, the only man with two pistols, and a second round of ready bullets, went down before the soldeirs could react. He clenched his teeth at the pain sparking in his injuries, and swung over the rail onto the main deck, the dagger, angled just right was just long enough to peirce threw the skull of the quicker pistol man- the second man.
Half the men panickedly began reloading as another man called for a charge and suddenly six of the ten men dropped their pistols to rush him. A symphony of blades umsheathed and sung a battle cry into the ocean breeze and Scar smirked.
Thaulka emerged from lower deck and after briefly taking in the carnage ran immediately to the guard rail and puked.
Scar's brow rose and leaned against the rail a few feet away wincing.
"A bit seasick are we?"
He pulled away from the railing a miserable look on his face and wiped a sleeve across his mouth.
"Not exactly." He said crossing over to the dead men and picked up a guncky revolver.
With a quick motion he smeared some gun powder over his upper lip.
Scar quirked a brow.
"Men that have killed my kind give off an odor. These men must have slaughtered many fae."
Scar sniffed the air.
"I don't smell a thing."
Thaulka's sharp gaze darted to him.
"So you finally found out?"
Scar simply nodded, and after a moment Thaulka dropped his gaze a smile on his face that almost looked gentle.
"To answer your question; it's because the coin does more than change your appearance each time you adorn it you shift entirely. Your fae senses have been entirely dormant so long that their not crackling at the surface the way mine are when in my human form."
Scar looked at him thoughtfully.
"So if I wanted to I could never shift again. I could ignore my fae blood my entire life."
Thaulka shrugged and smirked, "You could also cut off both your arms, but why would you."
Scar chuckled.
"So now that we've escaped; tell me, what is it that you want."
He was quiet his blue eyes still bright with fever as the sun cut across the waves and fell on them Scar stilled seemed to sit on a shadow of his own making. Somtimes he felt that was what he really was all along. Not human, not elvish, but a quiet darkness.
Thaulka didn't look at him he too was looking out over the waves. The night elves eyes glittering and bright as the wind pulled at the still human hair on his head.
"I can't."
Scar cut him a glance.
"I'm still not sure what I want."
"You must have wanted somthing to risk what you did. You could have died, and I know you don't like me that much."
Thaulka met his gaze with an expression so serious that Scar resisted the urge to reach for his throwing knives; not that he had them. His father had stripped him of everything in that cell. The thought of it had him smelling the dank rusty bars and he blinked away the thought.
"If I had died it would have been for a worthy cause; my mother would have been proud."
Scar smiled wickedly. "I've never heard you speak of your family Thaulka; We almost die together once and you go getting sentimental on me?"
Thalka made to say something and grew quiet; staring somberly across the water.
"So where is this proud mother of yours?"
Thaulka whispered across the ocean.
"She's dead just like my father. She was killed by Snakeeyes."
The ocean pushed the ship along with slapping waves and they stood in comptimplative near quiet.
"It seems we have some things in common then."
"More than you know."
Thaulka paused as Scar looked at him intensly waiting for him to elaborate.
"It not a coincidence that we share this for we also shared a mother as well. You are my half brother Scar."
Scar stared at him shell shocked as he continued; his world spinning on a axis
"Although when you were born our mother called you by another name. Mo. Short for Morotesi; directly translated to ultra violet. Light in the dark."