A Sea of Humans
Frozen chunks of water lapped at the edge of the dock. The ocean's spray had most of the deckhands peering anxiously at the waves, and stepping with caution. Slow-moving, these creatures bowed to nature when it forced them to, but destroyed it whenever possible.
Hasan shook his head, watching them.These humans, floating around their metal constructs and barking orders -- it all seemed so wrong. Nothing close to the beauty of the way the ocean careened, out of control, taking the careless into it's womb.
He'd originally come out with Sessary to gather intelligence, and had found out that the dock was the place to be. Of course, Sess hadn't trusted him, and had gone her own way a few hours ago. That last thing she'd donw was mumble that it was time for a snack. Not being hungry, he hadn't bothered to follow her, and he could sense her relief. He'd had enough of her sniping, anyways. All she'd done was hinder him.
Being alone, now that was perfect. Or, at least, it would be -- if Hasan hadn't found the whole 'information hunt' to be painfully dull and terribly beneath him. Several humans floated about, in loose, flash clothing. Some had their guns strapped to them in plain sight. It brought a smirk to Hasan's face: he could break them into five pieces before they'd even be able to reach for their pathetic metal.
'Stop thinking that,' Daryene intoned. His pet had figured out how to speak to him, despite not being in control of the body. Hasan's lips curled. He was always so cute when he was flustered. Purposefully, he let his thoughts dally on breaking the cocky, heavily-pierced deckhand into small pieces, and then devouring them. 'I meant it, Hasan.'
'Or what?' Hasan purred back. Smoothly, he drifted towards the human, crouching to help him lift a heavy box. The plank creaked beneath them, where they shuffled it onto the deck and then clapped one another on the backs.
"Thanks, man," the young man answered. The human's skin was pink, from exposure to the wind. Humans were so very fragile.
"Don't worry about it," Hasan answered. "I was wondering something, however." He looked around, as though he cared about what the humans thought. "Can we talk in private?"
Meals, that's what they all were -- helpless, hopeless, meals. 'Stop it!' Daryene moaned. Hasan relished in the way his pet chafed against his control. It was how things should be.
"Well, I'm on the clock." The man hesitated, and Hasan nudged, ever so slightly, on the dull bobbing orb that was the creature's mind. "Bud yeah, sure. Follow me"
'Don't manipulate them,' Daryene demanded. The empath pushed, and Hasan felt a gentle tingling down his spine. Daryene's whines brought a pleasant twitch to his penis. 'Don't hurt him, please.'
Ah, his pet was learning. 'Since you asked so nicely.' Hasan smiled as the man led them behind crates and buildings, walls and between trash bins, until they were neatly wedged away. He had quite a strong desire to think of the ways he could eat the human, but since Daryene had been polite, he wouldn't torture his pet. Not until later, at least.
"Whad did ya wanna know?" The blonde deck-hand was shifting now, seeming uncomfortable. Hasan wasn't surprised -- even in human form, he'd been told that his long hair and dreadlocks were a tad intimidating. He'd have to remember to get a haircut, if he was to continue his attempts at human integration.
"Where do all these ships go?" Hasan asked. He gestured casually behind him. "I'm looking to make it into Cyrne."
"Oh man, oh no." Blond hair was blowing in the breeze, even before the man was shaking his head so vehemently. "Nobody geds indo Cyrne tha' way. Nod anymore. Nod with the new penaldies for smugglers."
Raising an eyebrow, Hasan slipped out some pells from his jacket's pocket. Or, well, Clarissa's jacket -- the human had lent it to him, to help him fit in. It was restricting and annoying, but at least he hadn't drawn any stares. It was a decent amount -- and it had taken several pick-pocketing attempts to steal this much. "How about now?"
Shifting again, the man glanced all around, before squirreling the money away. "Meed me a' the docks, ad midnighd."
"I have a few -ah- friends who'll be coming."
Biting his lip, the deckhand patted his pocket, before nodding. "Alright, alright, but keep them quiet. And if you get caught, I don't know nothin."
"Perfect." Smiling, Hasan stepped backwards, disappearing into the crates. He'd let the human live -- he was too important. But as he walked, he began to notice his stomach rumbling.
And, well, torturing Daryene's sense of morality did seem like fun. Whistling, his boots clicked along the dock, announcing his presence to all the unsuspecting victims near-by.