Feyre

Feyre paced her cabin on all fours, as if looking for something. Her one good eye scanned the creaking, wooden floor boards intently. She slapped her armored tail against the planks and snarled, rather viciously for a Skydancer, and stood up, her yellow eye fierce and angry. She padded over to the large, wooden door adorned in sea water damaged iron. She placed one silver claw on the rusted door handle and pushed the door open, not bothering to turn the handle. The door swung open and slammed against the outside of the cabin wall, "Where is my gods da**ed gold." she shouted viciously, her eye scanning her crew as her Fallout Streak landed on her padded shoulder. The bird was hunched slightly and looked ragged from time spent at seas. In it's eyes you could see a regality that, regardless of that state of it's feathers, demanded it be respected, or else.

Feyre's eyes lighted upon Ignatius and Brillar, her First Mate and the Sea Witch, she knew they didn't have it. She snarled as no one spoke up, "If I find out one of you was keeping information from me I'll tie your wings to your tails and throw you overboard, let you drown with the Depin and the Eels." she declared, a rather vile and venomous tone settling on her voice. A few of the dragons shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her piercing eye. She stalked the deck as the seas bumped against the hull of the mighty ship. Gears and clinking metal could be heard from under her dull, blue leather coat. She snarled once more and slapped her armored tail against the ground, "When I find out who stole my treasure I will gut them and let my bird feast on their heart." she declared, a horrified silence fell over the crew, at least, over those who had never seen Feyre this way.

While some had not seen their Captain this heated, there were those among the crew who had been with Feyre long enough to know how to act when she had an attitude. She stopped and looked at each of them, "What are you waiting for? Get your scaly a**es back to work." she snapped. Feyre impatiently flapped her red, gold and silver wings as many in her crew tripped and scrambled over each other as they rushed to their positions. Her one good eye locked on Ignatius as he stifled an amused laugh. He caught Feyre's eye and grinned before moving back to his own post, yelling directions every which way.

Brillar approached Feyre and laid a claw on her shoulder. "My friend." she rasped softly. Brillar's voice sounded like the ocean, a slight rasp, almost like the salt in the water, but with an underlying, almost melodious, tone to it that drew any who listened were drawn in. Feyre narrowed her eye at the Pearlcatcher, her friend, "We can use my magics to see what breed, sex and age the thief was." she offered softly, her yellow eyes watching Feyre intently, the shells on her netting cape and body clinking together softly.

Feyre visibly relaxed at the sound and looked lulled, before her eyes turned sharp and she bared her teeth at Brillar, "DO not lull me on my ship Brillar." she snapped.

Brillar barely moved, "Feyre, you need to calm down and think." she said, unaffected by the Skydancer's harsh tone.

Feyre growled and spun on a silver foot, "Into my cabins now, Sea Witch." Feyre growled, using her friend's title, instead of name. Brillar nodded and followed Feyre into the once lush Captain's cabins.

"Your rooms have been sorely neglected." Brillar said with distaste, Feyre disappeared from view and appeared behind the door, shutting it with a slam.

Feyre rarely used the powers given to her by her mother, but when she did, her emotions were out of control. "I know this." she ground out, "Worry about my living space after we learn more about the thief." she said, her eye narrowed. Brillar snorted and sat on her haunches, she grabbed the book at her hip while placing her pearl next to her leg, her tail curling around it. She closed her eyes and traced a golden claw along the book pages. The room seemed to twist under the gaze of Feyre's one good eye. After Feyre's affair with Yami, her curse gave her the ability to see magic inner workings when enough is used.

"Hmmm it's a male, definitely Imperial." Brillar hummed softly, her body emitting a soft, teal-grey color, like the ocean. Feyre ground her teeth and squeezed her eyes closed, feeling a blistering pain behind her eye patch, as if the wound was freshly opened, as she remembered a memory from her past. Amaterasu sure had left her fair share of wrath with Feyre.


Feyre shook her head, she ground her teeth, "Anyone.... Familiar?" she snarled, her voice low, stark against the fair voice from her memories. When had she turned so undesirable? Where had the small, beautiful Skydancer from her mind gone?

Brillar's soft, scratchy voice snapped Feyre from her thoughts, "No, it wasn't him." Brillar said delicately, with a knowing tone.

Feyre snorted and nodded, doing her best to ignore the pain in her wounded eye, "He was a coward, and an idiot." she said flatly, "There is no way he would show his snout here, much less steal from me." she bared her teeth in a snarl.

Brillar's eyes widened, "You may not favor him, but he is still a god! You must not speak such blasphemy, my lady." she gasped.

Feyre snarled, "What can the oh so powerful 'gods' do to me now?" she demanded, "I'm broken, disfigured and unwanted by any." Feyre said, icy pain coating her voice. She closed her eyes and red eyes filled with rage and loathing flashed in the dark.

She felt claws on her shoulder and looked to see Brillar's yellow eyes looking up at her, "My friend..." she said, trailing off. There were no words that could sooth Feyre's aching heart.

"Get out." Feyre said softly. Brillar opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off as Feyre whipped around and snarled at Brillar, "Leave." Feyre growled.

Brillar sighed and turned, she opened the thick door leading out of the Captain's Quarters. The door shut behind the yellow dragon with a thud. Feyre walked over to a pile of color blankets. Some were draped along the walls, others were hanging above on the ceiling of the cabin, the rest were arranged on a lifted space in the room. Feyre pulled off her sword, belt, tail armor and coat before laying them on the table nearby. Under her coat gold plated parts of her body, along with ruby gems, gears could be heard from underneath plates. Feyre ran a claw over the gold until she got to the edge.

Her silver and gold claws grasped at the edge and pulled up, trying to pry the stuff off. Feyre ground her teeth as pain shot through her body. She tried this every time she undressed, they never budged. She sighed and worked her boots off, setting them under the table her coat was on. Next was her neck scarf, hat and eye patch. Feyre's right eye was the same shade of yellow as her left, the center of it clouded. A singular claw mark marred her once beautiful face, ruining what use to be a beautiful eye.

Feyre, now stark of anything other than her ruby ring, slumps onto her pile of blankets, throws and feathered blankets. With her wings folded onto her back, she rolls over to look up into the canopy of blankets. Her wings splay out beneath her and her body relaxes as she falls into a deep slumber, her head half propped up facing her door.


Feyre opened her eyes, dull lighting illuminating her cabin. She could see a dark figure in her quarters. She didn't move, but glanced to where her sword and clothing lay, Still there... she thought. She could possibly make it in one movement if her teleportation worked properly. Feyre jumped up, disappearing into a cloud of silver dust. She reappeared in front of where her sword was, or had been.

The other Skydancer had whipped around and grabbed it before she could, "I wouldn't be doing that, madame." the figure said.

Male. she thought, "Who're you and what're you doing in my quarters? she demanded vicious, furious.

"I am one of your crew members. The name's Rhysand. You can call me Rhys for short." the dragon stepped forward so Feyre could see him. He was a deep purple Imperial who's hide shimmered like the night sky, his eyes as pale as a blistering storm raging on the Southern Icefield.

His accent differed from the rest of her crew's and she didn't recognize him, "When and where did you join us." she demanded.

"I joined a few months ago, your First Mate brought me into the fold. If you're wondering about my accent I'm actually a high born." he replied quickly, knowing his life depended on it.

"Why are you in here." she asked.

She saw him glance her up and down, "Maybe you would like to continue this once you have dressed more.." he trailed off.

He's looking at my curse." she realized, "I'm neither ashamed of my frame nor what markings I bare." she lied, "I will say it once more. Why are you in here?" she demanded, voice raising ever so slightly. Rhysand backed off at her tone, At least he's not too stupid. Feyre thought.

"Okay, I apologize captain, I meant no disrespect. I only thought you would feel more comfortable. As for why I am in your quarters, I heard about the stolen treasure and thought I would investigate. When you didn't respond I came in and saw you sleeping so I decided to do my own detective work and leave you be." he said quickly.

Feyre paused for a long while before relaxing a fraction, "Give me a moment." she said, not quite trusting this Skydancer. Feyre grasped the blue leather coat in her claws and slowly pulled it on to her body, all the while watching Rhysand. His eyes trailed her body and she felt revulsion and something else course through her. Feyre pulled the coat close around her body and sat on a thick, wooden chair with a red cushion, it looked specifically fashioned just for her. She beckoned him forward. When he came within reach she snatched the sword from his hands, "I'll be taking that." she snapped, "Now... Did you find anything?" she demanded.

"Other than it was a Skydancer, probably male, nothing." he said.

"Then you are of no use to me. Get out." she said, dismissing him. Rhysand opened his dark maw to speak, but Feyre silenced him with a snarl, "Get out and come back with actual information before I change my mind and use you as an example."

Rhysand smirked at her before giving a low bow. He walked towards the door that lead out of the cabin and slipped through the small crack before closing it behind him. Feyre huffed and returned to her pile of cloth, this time she curled up with the left side of her face aimed at the door. With one eye open she slept, her sleep so light dreams, nor memories, dare surface in her mind.

Feyre awoke with the sun and was up before most of her crew. She latched the steel tail guards on, pulled the thick, old leather coat she always wore, next were her boots, followed by her sword and belt, scarf and hat. She walked towards the door and turned her head back, inspecting her room for anything out of place. Satisfied that her rooms were in 'order' she walked out, locking the door behind her, I'll have Brillar magic it later.... she thought as she approached the sea damaged stairs. She placed a claw on the railing, finding the rough wood under her claw pads almost comforting.

She placed a clawed foot on the stair and grinned when no sound came from them, "They may be old, but they still do their job." she murmured. Feyre walked up the rest of the stairs, her wings pulled in tight. The stair case was just wide enough for an Imperial to fit in, but no more than one, this kept too many dragons from trying to flood the stairs at once. Feyre, not paying too much attention, smiled, breathing in the salt air. No one was awake, no one could bother her, no one to trick into a false sense that she was a hard a**.

"Well, I've never seen our Captain smile, especially not like that. What any male would give to see it." she heard.

Feyre's smile twisted into a grimace, "Rhysand." she said, her tone irritated.

"Don't be like that, your smile is pretty." he cooed.

Liar. she thought, No male wants me.. Especially if they know my past. she thought. Feyre shook her head, "What is a dragon like you doing up so early?" she snapped, "I expected you would be dozing like the rest of my lazy crew." she growled.

Rhysand chuckled, "Well, you always get up this early but I've never heard you come out of your cabin in the months I have been here. Had you, you would have seen me every morning." he countered, a grin playing on his lips.

Feyre rolled her eye, "Da** males..." she mumbled. Feyre walked over to the railing, a few feet from Rhysand, and looked out across the ocean to the rising sun.

"Beautiful, isn't it." he murmured. Feyre turned, ready to snarl at him, but stopped when he kept talking, "My home," he stated, "When you go out and look across the ocean you can see the most beautiful sunrises. Maybe it's the artists and painters that I lived with that have changed my views, but it almost looks like a dragon took watercolors and streaked across the sky to make something lovely." he outstretched a clawed, as if to touch the sunrise. A smile covered his maw, making him look more beautiful than he already was.

Feyre watched, her cunning, trialed eye locked on in wonder before the smile dashed away. Rhysand had noticed her stare, Must not grace people with a smile like that often... she thought, her gaze hardening. "You sound as if you still live with them." she said, her voice cold. She waited for a response, but it never came. Soon the crew shuffled below deck, the sounds of voices, shuffling around and snapping grew until Ignatius, in all his grandeur, rose above deck, a grin on his scarred face as his rusted sword jingled softly at his side.

"Mornin' Captain." he grinned, not seeming to notice Rhysand. Feyre glanced to next to her, only to find him gone. Feyre walked over to the railing facing dragon who had spoken to her.

"Good morning, Ignatius." she said simply, her eye void of emotion. The next to appear was Brillar, followed, after a few minutes, by Rhysand. Feyre kept a mask of calm in place, hiding the surprise, and curiosity, she felt at his sudden appearance. She nearly snarled when Rhysand grinned at her, as if sensing what she felt.

Soon the rest of the crew was up and above deck, Feyre watched as Ignatius barked orders at them. A grin slipped into place on Feyre's maw as some of them tripped over their own legs in a rush to do as the large Imperial commanded. What brought her more satisfaction was watching Rhysand toil about the ship, every so often he would glance at her, as if making sure she were still there, How odd... she would think, her grin disappearing so as Rhysand wouldn't see it. After a bit of this she turn backwards towards the drawing room, where Diavala often stayed during the daylight hours.

A hauntingly beautiful skydancer stood with her back to the door, her hands quick at work along the maps, Brillar a bright light next to her working as well, "Where are we heading Captain." Brillar rasped, her voice stronger than it had been the previous day.

"I was about to ask you. I have no current missions. Have there been any calls to you? Have you had any visions Bri or any.... Apparitions communicate with you, Diavala? Any news on.... A cure?" Feyre asked, walking up next to the dark colored skydancer, a kind claw resting on her back.

Diavala turned and looked at her with hollow, green eyes and shook her head before leaning into Feyre, "Diavala has been communicating but she has farther to go yet if she wishes to communicate through written word. Your daughter has been working herself too much. Send her to bed before sickness takes her."

Feyre gave Brillar a hard look before turning to Diavala, "Sleep my love, you will cause me nothing but grief if you were to fall ill. Brillar will give you a tonic so you can sleep without fear of the apparitions." Feyre said. Diavala nodded, pulling her hood up and over her face as she turned towards the door.

"Brillar, go with her. Come back when she has fallen asleep in my quarters. Get someone you trust to guard my cabin door." she said to Brillar in a low voice. None of the crew knew Diavala was Feyre's daughter other than Brillar and Ignatius, and no others would. Feyre hunched over the map, her good eye scanning it as if some magical clue might pop up out of no where. Something curled around Feyre, it was dark and creeping, like the shade. Feyre spun around, claws reaching for her sword and ready to attack, only to find Rhysand.

The dark colored dragon blinked, "Captain?" he questioned, taking her in, concern in his eyes.

"What do you want?" she snarled at him viciously, her claws returning to her sides, "You should not be in here." she added, a little calmer.

"Ignatius said he needed you." Rhysand paused, "And since that's it, I'm off for guard duty." he said, turning around to leave.

"Guard duty?" Feyre questioned, her voice soft and suspicious.

"Yes. Brillar is having me guard your cabins in case someone tries to steal more of your treasures." Rhysand said, his icy eyes hiding something. Feyre narrowed her gaze before waving a claw at him, a dismissal. Feyre rolled up the map after looking at it once more and left the drawing room.

She was brought face to face with the large Imperial, sitting in front of the balcony, "Ma'am, I need to know which way to go. Isla's daughter, Sydonia, returned from scouting. She says there's land to the north, 3 days, and land to the east, about 2 and 1/2 days out." he said.

Feyre sighed, "Let's keep going East, I must consult with Brillar and Sydonia. The course may change." Feyre said, moving past Ignatius towards the lower deck.

Feyre scanned the deck as she descended the wooden steps, her eye flitting from dragon to dragon. She laid a claw on a shimmering young Skydancer, who turned and looked at Feyre with ancient, green eyes, "Yes, my Captain?" the female asked, her whole body trembling slightly from exhaustion.

"I must speak with you, then you must go rest."Feyre said softly to her. Sydonia just nodded. Feyre moved towards the bow, Sydonia in tow.

Brillar was already there, waiting for her Captain, "I hear there is land not far out. We should head North. I know that we must stop for supplies soon but something tells me that what we seek is to the North." Brillar said, getting to the point, "And from what Diavala has divulged... She agrees."

Feyre looked to Sydonia, "And you?" she asked, an eyeridge raised.

"I agree with the Sea Witches." Sydonia said, looking as if she were about to collapse. Feyre pondered for a moment, she knew her men wouldn't be the happiest to add on a half a day, but Feyre couldn't pass up this chance. She left as Brillar approached Sydonia, leading her to rest.

Feyre approached Igantius, "Head North. The travel is about three days but both Brillar and Diavala believe we may find something we need to the North." she said softly. Her best mate nodded and turned away, shouting orders at the dragons. Feyre returned to the rudder, pulling her cap over her eyes to block the sun. She stayed there until the sun had peaked.

Feyre glanced up at the sun, then finally moved from her silent vigil. She descended the worn steps to the main deck,