Veter Lisi

A/N : FIRST: A warning. Contains graphic language. Also sex. Be mature.

Second: ветер лиси (Veter Lisi) means Fox's Wind in Russian... Kaze Kitsune was my very first oc, originally a demon with acid blood. Now she is half mink, and no acid blood as of yet. Still a sadistic thing who gets off on torture, though...

Have fun~

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He checked the log-post again. The island didn't seem to have a magnetic pull at all. Was it really there? "Hey," he turned to his crewmate, who as lounging and half asleep in the only folding chair on the deck. His glasgow smile was flat. "Heat, do you see that?"

One dark brown eye opened, taking a moment to focus. "That's an island, Wire."

Wire nodded. "Yeah, but it's not the one the log-post says we're heading towards."

The island in question seemed to be full of exotic plants, and several large, dark shadows of birds wheeled about overhead. Nothing else seemed to be moving. Wire squinted at it. His eyes widened slowly. He took up a spyglass and examined the object that caught his attention.

'There's a ship beached there. Black jolly-roger, just a single bone on it."

At that moment, heavy footsteps thumped up beside him. Kid smirked, arms crossed over his chest. "Let's go pay them a visit."

The entire crew was already dead. Long glass quills stuck out of their bodies at various tender spots, making them look like macabre art pieces. Perhaps like acupuncture dummies. They all seemed to have fallen in a circular pattern, except for the one Kid found bound and gagged in the bathroom.

He grinned at the sight. This man had been stripped and tortured. His hands were tied behind his back and attached handily to the faucet. Bones were crushed in his feet, and multiple lacerations of varying depths scored his body. His eyes were still open, staring endlessly at the dried blood puddled around him as he hunched on the counter.

The treasure was all stored in a seperate room in the galley, ranging from strange looking gold coins to priceless gems. It wasn't much, but it still filled Kid's heart with greed. "We'll just take all of this back with us. But." His red eyes darkened. "I want whoever did this found."

"Aye!"

While Heat and Wire worked on transporting the treasure, Killer and Kid discussed the possibility that the culprit was still on the island. The conversation ended when a guttural scream cut through the air. Birds were roused from their nests, fleeing the sound.

"Seems like they're here." They set off in the direction of the sound.

The exotic flora gripped and clung, slowing them considerably. More screams followed. By the time they found the source of anguish, his entire left hand was mangled. Clothes befitting a pirate captain were folded neatly at the ground on one side of the chair, while another pile sat on the other. His wrists were bound to the arms of the chair, and feet to the legs.

Tears streamed down his face as a tiny woman rolled the first joint of his right hand between two delicate looking fingers. Kids lips curled up into a lusty smirk. Her bare skin was the color of gold, gracing a sleek, muscular form. A blood red tail swished lazilly, white tip nearly brushing the ground. Pointed ears flicked in their direction.

Her body turned slowly, half facing them. Sharp, canine teeth grinned at them over her dainty shoulder, and smouldering green eyes looked them up and down. "I don't mind an audience." Her voice was light and lilting. "If you have the stomach for it."

The captain screamed as she crushed the bone between her fingers. She hummed in satisfaction, tail twitching. Her eyes closed as she drank in the man's pain.