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A little Edward Teach (born on a beach) doodle! 🖤✨

(I’m going to be drawing him quite a bit in my OFMD comic, so I needed a refresher! 🖤✨)

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        "Me missin' ya? If I remember it correctly it was ya who came all the way out into the woods ta pet me, call me a good boy." He's smirking. "Ya supposed ta run the other way seein' a big ole'beastie, y'know? Not give 'em pets." Edward thought of that night this time, but with the intent to tease the other. But, the invitation for rum wasn't a bad thing as he felt those lingering feelings rising to the surface again.

"Wow, so ya do know more than just the carotid artery as a way ta a man's heart. Color me surprised." The wolf follows along, gladly taking up the offer of rum.

Killian watched with mild interest of Edward leaping over to his ship, want all that impressive but he looked good doing it. Not that the vampire would say that out loud. He chuckled at the werewolf's comments on how messy he looked. "I would not want to lower myself to your level. This is just letting loose." The vampire licked his lips and nodded in the direction of his cabin before walking off.

"So, did you miss me sea dog?" He asked smugly. "I would've said goodbye but I had to set sail before dawn and I was already off schedule. Maybe some rum to make up for it?"

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        Edward rolled his eyes, "I prefer my meat juicy, not dehydrated." Up he stood on the railing of the Queen Anne then easily lept onto the Jolly's railing. With plenty of grace he steps down onto the deck. No invite needed for a wolf, they did as they pleased. "And I thought I was a messy eater," He muses as he looks around.

He strolls up to Killian, peering down on him with a smirk. "You look quite beastly, bloodsucker. A bit more fur and muscle and ya'd just about be on par with us wolves."

ᒥ🐺ᒧ—      Once Edward had regained his strength, they gathered supplies and set sail. He knew the trade routes well and they hit three ships over three days. Plenty of loot to sell, but Edward wanted more. These were his waters, and he'd make such a fuss for the colonies they would always fear the name "Blackbeard".

During this time, he absolutely 100% was not thinking about the night of the last full moon. Or he was trying not to. Any slow moment, lull in work, his mind went back to fingers running through his fur. It was then he promptly brought a bottle to his lips to wash away the memory and the foreign feelings that came along with it.

On the tenth day, they sailed briskly through the night. It was then the lookout announced two sets of sails on the horizon line. Edward got up on deck and was met with the smell of blood in the wind. But not just blood, there was a faint scent of rose water.

The Queen Anne quickly came upon the ships; there was no mistaking the Jolly Roger now. Edward sat on the port railing of the Queen Anne, waving towards Killian as the came alongside. "Fancy meetin' you 'ere," He's smirking. Oh, he was certainty going to be annoying.

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—      Once Edward had regained his strength, they gathered supplies and set sail. He knew the trade routes well and they hit three ships over three days. Plenty of loot to sell, but Edward wanted more. These were his waters, and he'd make such a fuss for the colonies they would always fear the name "Blackbeard".

During this time, he absolutely 100% was not thinking about the night of the last full moon. Or he was trying not to. Any slow moment, lull in work, his mind went back to fingers running through his fur. It was then he promptly brought a bottle to his lips to wash away the memory and the foreign feelings that came along with it.

On the tenth day, they sailed briskly through the night. It was then the lookout announced two sets of sails on the horizon line. Edward got up on deck and was met with the smell of blood in the wind. But not just blood, there was a faint scent of rose water.

The Queen Anne quickly came upon the ships; there was no mistaking the Jolly Roger now. Edward sat on the port railing of the Queen Anne, waving towards Killian as the came alongside. "Fancy meetin' you 'ere," He's smirking. Oh, he was certainty going to be annoying.

Killian wished he could spend more time with the werewolf but he couldn't stick around and watch Edward hunt. There were more people to gather and he had to leave to bring them back to the coven. His ship was gone before dawn and had sailed far by the time the full moon faze was over. Back in Neverland after delivering the humans he told the fellow vampires that Izzy had actually survived, having been spared by the werewolf he had set out to kill because he was not worth the effort to do so. Under normal circumstances vampires would be executed for running away, but no one cared enough about Izzy to even bother.

Only spending an evening at the coven he left Neverland to continue sailing and enjoying some acts of piracy, attacking an english merchant ship. The prey was always so easy when attacking at night, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. Killian had taken captured captain and drank from him right in front of the merchant crew, further terrifying them and letting them know of their fate. They'd would be taken and kept for him and the vampiric crew members to drink upon. It was then it was brought to his attention that a ship was approaching them. This none other being the Queen Ann belonging to the werewolf that he hadn't seen in ten days, Killian couldn't think of what the werewolf would want other than being annoying.

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—      Those golden eyes open, filled with a more humanistic delight and playfulness than anything akin to a ruthless killer.

Both would hear the distant snapping of a twig, the rustling of leaves, a heartbeat. Edward's large head whipped in the direction of noise, all signs of the human in the beast gone as the apex predator came out. He turned and ran off after the sound, and Killian would hear the pained and dying cry of a deer. He'd also hear the terrible sounds of gore as the body was mercilessly ripped apart.

The beast would continue through the night, feeding and hunting on whatever he could find.

When morning came, Edward laid in the leaves, covered in dirt and blood. Where he was strongest on the night of the moon, the following days he needed rest. He was weakened. The night following the full moon, there were whispers in the tavern about a famer who had suffered at the hands of a large animal. Edward was nowhere to be seen.

At the Queen Anne, he sat in his cabin, surrounded by the faint floral scents of lit candles. A bucket on the floor as he washed away the farmer's blood from his face and arms.

When Edward pulled back his hand stopped, letting the werewolf close the gap between his hand. He pets at the fur tenderly a few times then scratches behind the other's ear. Hearing the pleased rumble the vampire laughed lightly. It was both in amusement and disbelief. What vampire could say that they petted a werewolf without bodily harm done to them? No one would ever believe him.

Killian gave him some pets for a few minutes then pulled his hand away. "Thank you for trusting me. You're not so bad, Edward." He said with a smile. "I wont keep you any longer, I'm sure you're wanting to go off and hunt. Or whatever your kind does during the full moon."

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—      He leans away from the touch, as slow and cautious as it there was still a hint of distrust. However, only for a moment, as soon he leaned into it and closed his eyes to enjoy it. Never had he been touched like this, with gentle and curious intent. He was more accustomed to the touch of steel or iron, filled with frightened and angered intent.

Edward drops back to his fours, no longer towering over Killian by standing on his hind legs. The trust in that moment was something he never experienced, both from himself and another person.

A low rumble reverberates from his chest, but its neither for danger nor warning. It was pleased, he was enjoying this moment.

Killian watched the massive werewolf step out into the moonlight and it was difficult for the vampire to keep a straight face. If he had a heartbeat it would be racing with a hint of fear, danger. Did all vampires feel this or just the younger ones? He could understand now why the werewolves were known to be such threats.

Keeping his feet firmly planted even though his instincts screamed at him to run. He took in the sight of the muscular form covered in fur that was distinct in its shades of silver grey and white all blended through the black. Then those golden eyes, bright and huge that captivated the vampire when leaned down to his eye level.

Killian's skin gave off no scent but this close the werewolf would be able to pick up his cologne, a subtle fragrance of rosewater and quartz. A pleasant calming scent to most. The vampire cautiously reached up his hand, not wanting to make any sudden movements to trigger an attack response, getting a bit closer to pet the side of the werewolf's head behind his ear.

"I'll admit you're a pretty handsome canine." The vampire voiced and smiled at the feeling of the fur against his cold fingers, werewolves weren't as mangy as he was led to believe.

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        Glowing eyes focus on the vampire, scanning him up and down. Determining whether he was worth a fight for such little meat. He steps forward, clearly in control as he listened to Killian's request without attacking. Once close, he stands up on long hinds and towers over the much shorter man.

He stares down at the vampire, ears no longer pinned back nor was there a snarl plastered to his muzzle. Up close, grey fur was more than just grey. It had mixes of black and white, a sable coat that gave the illusion of solid grey. Only there was some rich black around his muzzle, almost like the darker beard he sported in his human form. And those golden eyes, he looked like walking treasure with grey fur almost silver in the moonlight and those supernaturally golden eyes.

Edward leans down, hot breath blowing against the other's face as he tries to take in any scent that wasn't blood. Something identifying for the future.

The vampire picked up the sounds of low growls and heavy footfalls of the werewolf but continued to stroll through the woods, not directly towards Edward. Pretending for a little while to ignore the beast just to see if that made the werewolf want his attention more. Only when he sensed the werewolf had gotten fairly close did Killian stop walking.

"Enjoying the moonlight, sea dog? I'm sure you don't get to stretch your legs out much on the ship. I thought you could use some company, I hope you don't mind." The vampire said in a lighthearted tone as he turned his gaze towards the hulking figure looming in the shadows. "You're a big boy. Will you come closer so I can have a better look? If you promise not to bite I might even give you a good scratch~" Playing with a werewolf, if his coven saw him now they'd think he was completely insane. Maybe he was, but messing with real danger was fun and thrilling.

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        Standing in a clearing bathed in silver moon glow, his attention was clearly off on something else. There the beast stood in all its glory. Once black fur overtaken by grey, long and untouched by the night he'd spend in the forest. However, in spite of his long fur, the muscular form wasn't hard to see, and it certainly wasn't small. He was a hefty 8 feet tall, thighs, biceps, and chest four times the size of any man. Edward was already quite the tall, muscular guy, but that was nothing compared to this form.

It's then, after the wind whistles through the trees and passed his face his head whips in Killian's direction. The gold irises of the beast glowed and shined with supernatural power, no manmade golden jewelry could compare to it, even polished and untouched.

A low growl rumbles in his chest, traveling up his throat and passing out bared teeth. The scent was unfamiliar still, as it was never the same blood. He dropped to his fours, stalking closer to the scent. Large ears were pinned back, pearly white teeth glowed in the moonlight, and those golden eyes could pierce through anyone once focused on them.

It was clear by his slow approach he wasn't looking for a hunt, or it would have already begun. No, it was curiosity and weariness that drew him towards Killian. Certainty more in control than a young wolf, but how long could he fight the beast's instincts back?

Killian woke the next evening that some payment had been brought during the day. He was pleased with that and headed out into port. Noticing that the full moon was out his thoughts drifted to the werewolf and not soon after a fierce howl echoed in the distance. Away from town and in the forest. The vampire really shouldn't. He was sure he could handle Edward on normal circumstances, but with the full moon Killian knew he wasn't strong enough to fight him.

Though they had messed with one another these past few evenings there wasn't any hostility held. Killian dared to risk it just out of curiosity and ventured into the forest to find the beast in it's true form. He'd never met a werewolf during a full moon before and was interested to see it for himself. There was a danger, not knowing how well Edward had control of himself, but Killian was fast and if necessary he could turn into a bat to fly off. He was completely silent, no heartbeat and no breath, his footsteps not making a sound but he was sure that the ever lingering scent of blood would be enough to attract the werewolf.

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        The heads and Izzy's upset did indeed keep Edward distracted for following day. At least payment had been made, just Ed pushed it off until the day simply to spite the vampire. He liked to be a bother, a pest. It was all for his enterainment.

But as for the night to follow, he was plenty distracted with his preparations. The moon would rise and with how little he shifted, he'd be a slave to the lady in white.

Edward left the Queen Anne to Izzy for the night, taking a long walk into the surrounding forest of the port. Assuming he was alone, he began to undress when he felt an ache of his bones. He needed this, spending month to month at sea was grueling on the beast within. When it came out, it was clawing, snarling, and biting. His body contorted, muscles and bones shifting and growing. Tan skin was ripped and torn away to reveal grey fur beneath. Large teeth, covered in drool and froth snap and clench. Claws that could be compared to a bear's dug through the dirt as Edward took steady breaths through his transformation.

After decades of shifting, he never grew used to the process. It was messy, bloody, and undignified. However, he was the beast now and a howl echos through the forest into the port from his powerful lungs. Golden eyes scan the tree line, his large muzzle twitches as he sniffs the air for his prey.

Hearing the wolf's voice and the excitement rather than disgust at the display there was a moment of shock but then he laughed. "I'm glad you're enjoying the heads I brought you, sea dog!" Killian called from where he stood on the dock. Even though this didn't have the reaction he had planned atleast it seemed to have the effect of distracting the werewolf. Though would hopefully keep him out of his hair.

"Izzy you better compensate me for the window your master broke! You know how expensive it is to get black glass panels! I expect it before the end of the night!" Killian shouted to the other vampire. He didn't really care about the money, but he knew that hearing Jolly had been damaged by Ed would piss the man off.

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        Where Izzy was startled by the sight that night, fearing what the crew may do. When he retrieved Edward, the werewolf laughed aloud and began examining the display with interest. It made his ship look badass, the Queen Anne was already rather gothic with dark wood, red paint, and black sails, the addition of the candlelit skulls only added to her haunted appearance.

"Fuck, Iz, did ya do this?" He did even consider the other vampire at first, as he didn't consider this a sick prank. "Check it! Guts!" He tugged on the intestines the heads were hung on.

Izzy stood there, pinching the bridge of his nose at his Captain's madness. He had no words, far too baffled to correct the wolf. If he hadn't been wearing his human skin, surely there be a tail wagging with delight.

"We look fuckin' badass! Keep this shit up, tell the crew if they touch it, they'll be added to it." He says as he carefully takes one down, intending to bring it into his cabin to add to his own collection of skulls and candles.

Killian had just entered his cabin and was going to enjoy some reading before having to retreat to his coffin when something smashed through a window. He let out a startled scream and curse then rushed to the window to see who had attacked his ship, it being none other than the werewolf. If he had a heart beat Killian would be red in the face with anger. Atleast he had the decency to not damage the other pirate's ship when he tossed the body onto the Queen Ann.

"You want head so bad? I'll fucking show you head!" The vampire shouted out the window then drew the curtains shut. He went to fetch the head and left his cabin to gather a few of his crew to formulate a devious plan. Unfortunately it would involve sacrificing some of the men he had recruited, but their blood would be drained and stored and not go to waste.

It wouldn't be until the following night that Killian would retaliate with his creative display. Just after sunset was when he put his plan into action, using his supernatural speed to 'redecorate' the Queen Ann in the blink of an eye. During the day his crew had decapitated the two dozen recruits after draining their blood and then used their entrails to string all the heads together like a sick and horrifying string of lanterns. The heads hollowed out and eyes scooped out so candles could be placed inside them.

Killian stood on the dock using a handkerchief to clean his hands of the blood as he waited for someone to notice the gift he'd just left.

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        He didn't need to his inhuman hearing to the disturbing sound of a body landing on the Queen Anne's deck. Edward sighed, pushing himself out of his seat and going out onto his deck. His wasn't the only one that heard, he found some of his human crew on deck looking over the body. Thankfully the assumed only foul play rather than anything more, the gored neck assumed to be some feral pirate in Port rather than his vampire companions doing.

"Awright, back below deck! Don't let intimidation tactics get to ya, ya dogs!" Edward soothes his crew, somehow managing to convince them that he'd be able to handle this. With a bit of effort after the humans left, he lifted the body over his shoulder. Two could play this game.

Lugging the body across the port docks, paying no mind to the drunken sailors and pirates watching him curiously, he made it to the Jolly Roger. With the torn neck, it was easy to decapitate the body. Lastly, he took the head and promptly threw it through the beautiful glass panes of the Jolly's Captain quarters. "Ya forgot somethin', fuck face! Don't worry, 'm a good dog and fetched it for ya!"

The body was left on the docks, no head as it was now sitting in the other's quarters surrounded by shattered glass. No one paid him any mind, and being his port, he'd could easily pay off the port authorities to look the otherway should someone have the gall to say something. But they wouldn't.

Back he went to the Queen Anne, where he'd get his rest for the night. Unlike vampires, Edward could enjoy the day, and planned to after rest.

ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        Edward simply waved his hand dismissively as he walked off, not the least but bothered by Killian's accusations. He departing of his pack was messy, he showed his leader quite the fight. He could have taken over, but where was the fun in that? Too many problems he had zero patience for.

The wolf popped open a bottle and guzzled as much down as he could in one go as he walked out of the tavern. He followed his nose to Izzy, finding the other preoccupied sucking a drunk dry. There was no talking on Izzy's part once he finished, but Edward chatted away. "What was that guy's name? I say we set him up, knock him down a peg. Write his name in blood by this body, mate. Give 'im some trouble." Keen hearing and sharp nose told him no port authorities were in the area, meaning the had plenty of time to pull off the prank.

Izzy does as he's told, leaving the body next to a bloody name painted on the wall: Killian Jones. When authorities found the mess, they'd surely follow the name to that pirate's ship. It would bring only a bit of trouble, as there was no evidence beyond the name of who had committed the crime. But a rude awakening during the day for this Killian would be hilarious. Now, he returns to his own ship to enjoy the rum and smoke on his pipe through the night.

The aforementioned wolfish senses were delightfully dulled by the herb in his pipe. Fishermen, pirates, and other sailors had a less than pleasant stench. A break from it was welcomed.

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        Edward simply waved his hand dismissively as he walked off, not the least but bothered by Killian's accusations. He departing of his pack was messy, he showed his leader quite the fight. He could have taken over, but where was the fun in that? Too many problems he had zero patience for.

The wolf popped open a bottle and guzzled as much down as he could in one go as he walked out of the tavern. He followed his nose to Izzy, finding the other preoccupied sucking a drunk dry. There was no talking on Izzy's part once he finished, but Edward chatted away. "What was that guy's name? I say we set him up, knock him down a peg. Write his name in blood by this body, mate. Give 'im some trouble." Keen hearing and sharp nose told him no port authorities were in the area, meaning the had plenty of time to pull off the prank.

Izzy does as he's told, leaving the body next to a bloody name painted on the wall: Killian Jones. When authorities found the mess, they'd surely follow the name to that pirate's ship. It would bring only a bit of trouble, as there was no evidence beyond the name of who had committed the crime. But a rude awakening during the day for this Killian would be hilarious. Now, he returns to his own ship to enjoy the rum and smoke on his pipe through the night.

The aforementioned wolfish senses were delightfully dulled by the herb in his pipe. Fishermen, pirates, and other sailors had a less than pleasant stench. A break from it was welcomed.

ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        Edward can't help but erupt in laughter, "Ya delusion is incredible! Whatever ya tell yaself to sleep at night, bloodsucker. Like ya not easily replaceable, there is thousands of ya. Any sucker, pun completely intended, could have a stick shoved up the ass and be told it's a pedestal." He continues to chuckle and finish off his rum.

"And ya afraid of havin' a good time," he snorts. "Lemme tell ya somethin', ya stiffs got nothin' on wolves. The sex is wild, ya missin' out." The animal always took over during sex, and Edward left his many partners drooling and dazed after just a few minutes let alone an entire night. But this guy made up his mind. He was far too stuck in an old feud to give in to what would be a good time.

"Thanks for the rum, I'll be takin' these with me and headin' out." He leaves the now empty bottle on the table and then grabs the two full ones. "'M gonna go enjoy these all alone, because 'm such a miserable loner." He laughs again. "Enjoy ya night, cocksucker. Doin' all the work for some loser who gives ya some gold stars or whatever."

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        Edward can't help but erupt in laughter, "Ya delusion is incredible! Whatever ya tell yaself to sleep at night, bloodsucker. Like ya not easily replaceable, there is thousands of ya. Any sucker, pun completely intended, could have a stick shoved up the ass and be told it's a pedestal." He continues to chuckle and finish off his rum.

"And ya afraid of havin' a good time," he snorts. "Lemme tell ya somethin', ya stiffs got nothin' on wolves. The sex is wild, ya missin' out." The animal always took over during sex, and Edward left his many partners drooling and dazed after just a few minutes let alone an entire night. But this guy made up his mind. He was far too stuck in an old feud to give in to what would be a good time.

"Thanks for the rum, I'll be takin' these with me and headin' out." He leaves the now empty bottle on the table and then grabs the two full ones. "'M gonna go enjoy these all alone, because 'm such a miserable loner." He laughs again. "Enjoy ya night, cocksucker. Doin' all the work for some loser who gives ya some gold stars or whatever."

He let the werewolf bark and yap but nothing that was being said bothered him. Let the mutt who knew nothing about society think what he wanted. "No I'm not someone in charge, making decisions like the vampires on the counsel. That's not something I'm even interested in." Killian took another sip and licked some blood that had dripped down his lips. "But that doesn't mean I'm anyone's slave. One could even argue I have even more power than the elders. They trust me to bring them humans, at any time I could stop the supply chain and let the whole coven starve."

That was the kind of power and control he had with his coven and they all knew that. They relied on him and would give him whatever he asked for to keep him happy and keep doing his job. "Heh, any man would be a fool to trust me not to bite." Killian grinned to Edward and flashed his fangs to the other pirate. "Keep dreaming sea dog, I'm not interested in catching fleas from you."

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        "Don't care, I do m'own thing. No one tells me shit. Livin' the life. No kings, no packs, and I fuckin' like it that way. Ya not gonna rile me up callin' me a loner, man." He laughs; he was living his best life and any dig at his lifestyle simply couldn't piss him off.

Edward takes a bottle of rum and begins to thirstily drink it down. Once he had chugged half a bottle in one breath, he set it down and looked at Killian. He smirks as he thinks something over. "Y'know, you don't strike me like a bitch, but ya still in a coven? Serving some millennia old loser? Actin' all cool n'shit when ya just a slave to ya maker?" It was his turn to try and get under the other's skin.

"Kinda lame~," he says in a sing-songy voice. "Ya'd be hot if that wrinkly cock wasn't stuck in ya mouth." Edward makes a gesture of rubbing shaft while gobbling cock. Was he so ill-mannered because he was feral or had he been living that pirate life long enough?

Killian didn't need to call anyone over for rum, one of his crew had fetched drinks and set three bottles of rum on the table for Edward. The vampire was handed a black bottle to and they were left alone to talk. He listened with a smirk as he brought the bottle to his lips to drink at the hidden blood. Oh, how he wished he could've seen that. Izzy only ever could order around the freshly turned vampires as they were the only ones he had been able to bully. Until they became stronger.

"He is pathetic. The only reason he became a vampire was because he was too afraid to die. He wasn't chosen to turn, he begged for it. The coven used him and his ship but other than that no one respected him. He's a poor excuse of a vampire." Killian said and enjoyed his blood as much as room temperature blood could be enjoyed. But even that was far better than animal blood

He hummed a bit when the other pirate spoke of the conflict between their races. "You sure its all human conflict? Theres so much more going on beneath the surface, but I'm not surprised that you wouldn't know. You're just a loner."

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        Edward doesn't give the other any reaction to indicate this vampire's strength intimidated him, he was old enough to have better reign of himself than he might've initially let on. He had merely been flashing his teeth in attempt to gage what this immortal's deal was. He had far better control over the wolf than he'd let anyone know. The threat of a beast going feral at the drop of hat was a useful tool to keep those supernaturally inclined in line. Not that seemed to have any sway with this vampire, but they had always thought themselves superior. His own pet vampire gave him some superiority, he felt.

The wolf-in-man's-clothing sat himself down, kicking his feet up on the table and leaning back in his chair. "Ya better get bottles and not cups, then. I can put down twice m'weight on the full moon." That wasn't him trying to show off, it was just a simple fact of his many years at sea.

"Not much ta say, he thought he had the jump on us, I beat him ta pulp, the pack leader told me to off him, but I don't appreciate bein' fuckin' told what to do. So, I kept him alive. He just started followin' me around after that. A sad lil'stray, couldn't just kick him ta the dirt, I guess." Edward shrugged again, not even the story was impressive. No epic battle, no hard bargaining. The wolf simply felt pity for the vampire who was too ashamed to return to his coven.

"All that 'immortal enemies' crap s'just too much fuckin' drama, I ditched it for human conflicts. They're far more entertainin'. Iz just followed, because who the hell else wants 'im around?"

Edward goes to slap the hand away but the vampire is quicker and grabs his hand, holding it for a moment to display his strength that the werewolf couldn't match then releasing it. Killian smiled to the werewolf in a way that wasn't exactly friendly and but rather amused. Just like any mutt, offer it a treat and they're willing to behave.

"Drinks are on me tonight, but in return I just have to hear about how you took in Izzy. I bet it is a hilarious story. The man is literally the weakest vampire, can't even move fast. Basically a human with fangs." Killian snickered and started to walk away, leading the werewolf off to a table towards the back where they could talk without being bothered.

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        Isreal was fuming, beyond humiliated by both Killian and Edward. Killian, he expected, but Edward's claim over him so blatantly was worse than any stake to the heart. He couldn't bear the news of the loss of his ship, nor Ed's betrayal of his ego. The man simply turned on his heels and left, too embarrassed to deal with more insults that were sure to come.

Edward watched his First Mate stomp away, a brow raised. "That's gonna be fuckin' annoyin' later..." He mutters to himself. Then, he's touched. Sharp eyes flick down to the hand on his chest, that in itself a challenge of his standing. Once brown eyes, now significantly more golden, flick up towards the other. "Then keep ya fuckin' hands to yerself, mate." He growls, slapping the hand away.

However, all the posturing seems to fade away at the mention of a drink. His humanity returning with rum now on the table. The gold returns to slim rings around his pupils and showed more of that sweet brown. "Drinks, huh?" Edward shrugs, he'd never pass up drinks. Not even when the animal inside him was clawing to get out. "Awright, ya got m'attention..."

Killian expected to have a conversation with his fellow vampire but instead the werewolf spoke up and provided him with some surprising information. His eyes widened and brows raised up. "No way." He covered his mouth with his one hand to keep himself from busting up laughing. If he had any tears he'd be on the ground crying from laughter.

"This is priceless! Ha! Of course, thats the only way Izzy is alive is because you let him live." The young vampire said and looked to Izzy. "No wonder you never came back, you became a wolf's bitch. When you didn't come back they made me captain of the Jolly Roger, your old ship."

The werewolf spoke to him again but Killian didn't look at him, instead reaching out and patting his chest. "Down boy, no need to puff out your chest acting like the alpha dog here." The vampire didn't need to look all muscular to be strong. Edward may be bigger than him physically but Killian had the supernatural strength that could snap the werewolf's neck if he wanted to. "I have no intention of stirring up trouble. How about we all have a drink?"

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ᒥ🐺ᒧ—        His curiosity got the better of him, his waters being slowly taken over by a pirate he had never known before. Edward went to size up the guy having heard he was gathering men in the tavern, what he didn't expect was the familiar stink of blood. Pirates like them reeked of blood, but not like this. It was distinct, the amalgamation of other's scents within one person with no scent of their own.

Brown eyes with rings of gold around the pupil danced over the similarly leather clad man, taking in every inch of him. What came as a surprise was this Vampire knew his First Mate in a way others did not.

He had no ill will with bloodsuckers, not like nearly all of his kin. They held contempt and a centuries old rivalry with them; he had no interest in this. And his opinion of this one remained neutral up until he assumed it was Izzy who had spared him. He smirks almost in a snarling fashion. "Let's get one thing straight there, 'm in charge, not him. Don't think ya can talk like 'm not standin' right fuckin' 'ere, mate."

If Izzy had any blood flowing through his veins, it would have rushed into his cheeks when Edward didn't defend him from Killian's mockery. Rather, he seemed to put the older looking vampire in his place below Ed. "Shut up," He growled out from clenched teeth, it was directed both at Killian and Edward. But it was too late to try and tame Edward. The wolf was posturing now as he felt he needed to defend his territory and status.

Edward, like a wolf stalking its prey, began to circle the other pirate and sized him up. "Bold of ya to be callin' him itty bitty when you're not much meat yaself." He was in charge; he demanded this pirate's attention and challenge if there was one to be had. Edward practically towered over Killian, carried more bulk. It wouldn't be much of a fight, just a massacre of this vampire.

Vampires and Werewolves on the sea

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There was never any shortage of sorry saps that no one would miss especially in ports like this. Rum soaked men wanting to become a pirate for the riches or criminals wanting to sail the see for freedom. Whenever there was someone signing people for a crew there was always a line, though tonight there was a bigger crowd. Captain Hook was signing up men to join his crew, a young pirate that had taken many merchant ships as of late and that meant he had a promising sum of wealth under his belt. Wealth that attracted more men to sign up.

Killian was there with some of his crew, chatting with the men who signed up. Those who did were very happy as anyone who did he would be paying for their drinks for the evening. His attention scanned the back, vivid blue eyes briefly met with an older pirate having sensed the man staring at him. Then they flicked to the shorter man at the pirate's side, causing him to smirk wickedly. Now this made Killian's night, Israel Hands a vampire that had been his superior before he left to go prove himself against the werewolves and never returned. The coven thought him to have died, and yet here he was with what smelled like a werewolf at his side. This was going to be a great story to tell to the others!

He excused himself from the group and came over to the pair of pirates. "Is that really you? Itty-Bitty Little Izzy~" Killian said with a snicker. "We all thought you died. You went to slay the big bad wolf to prove you weren't weak, and what happened? You instead adopted an old salty sea dog?" Killian chuckled as he gave a glance to Edward looking him over briefly before back to Izzy.