ᒥ💀ᒧ— A Monster From The Depths - Edward Teach of OFMD RP Blog
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ᒥ💀ᒧ— A Monster From The Depths - Edward Teach of OFMD RP Blog
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A chuckle left the vampire hearing how Edward kept his expectations low for the humans to make it easier on them and how he found them amusing.
"Blackbeard? That suppose to mean something?" Killian teased. "Are you some famous pirate among the mortals? How cute." He was learning that there really much to Edward, just a silly pup doing his own thing out on the sea. "I'll try not to step on your toes too much in these waters, these are good hunting grounds so I'll be staying around for awhile. Hope you don't mind."
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— "You'll never beat out Blackbeard. The scourge of the sea, wanted by every Empire for his crimes, any ship that sees The Queen Anne's Revenge on the prowl can try to run, but they won't get far. Fuck, she's such a great ship. Once French, now mine. 40 cannons, three decks, a fuckin' unit of a frigate, mate." He talks about his ship like a woman he'd love.
"We move around a lot, 'n fast. Don't care where ya hunt. I'll be movin' on soon, anyway." He laughs; he was never one for being still. It was clear by his reluctance to remain in a pack. No one could hold him down; he wouldn't let them. "Can't be the terror of the seven seas if ya just hang in one place."
He observed Edward mellowing out after smoking, it was an interesting effect knowing what wolfsbane could do. There was instances where animals and people could develop a tolerance to a bad substance, this might be one of those times.
"Maybe it's just the humans I keep around then. They're incredibly boring and act stupid at times if not given direction. Think they act like that out of fear?" Killian couldn't hide things from his humans like Edward did. Half his crew are vampires and they need the humans to run things during the day.
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— Edward shrugs, chuckling. "Ya givin' them more to expect of them than ya should. Keep the standards low, and you'll never be pissed at the incompetence. It'll just be funny." That's how he dealt with it. Jokes. His anger wasn't easy to control, so lower standards simply meant more entertainment.
"My guys fear me, but because 'm Blackbeard, Mad Devil Pyrate. Not Edward, lone wolf. It's a different kinda fear, hence why I hide the wolfy shit. Fearin' for their lives makes them unreasonable, fearin' just a punch or kick isn't so bad."
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— Edward cocked a brow and began puffing on the pipe. After just a few puffs, the gold ring in his eyes faded and they were a solid brown. "Keeps me settled, would ya rather I wolf out from all the blood?" Some more puffs and his posture settled, his senses dulling and he was less on edge.
"'N all stuff people smoke or drink is poison, don't see why some wolfsbane would be much different." He offers a shrug, not seeing the issue with it. "Also keeps the scent of mortals workin' on a ship in the hot sun all day from makin' me keel over."
"I suppose smoking it is different but that stuff is literal poison to your kind." He shrugged, who was he to tell the werewolf what to do? Edward would find out in the book he was given. Killian laid down on the bed that looked neat like it was for decoration as he used his coffin that was against the wall and made from a near black wood that was stained and polished.
He laid on his side, head propped up on his hand to stare at Edward. "Don't you get bored being around humans all the time?" Killian wondered out loud. "And sailing so much, do you ever feel trapped confined to your ship for so long?"
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— He keeps smoking. Edward knew it was poison; Izzy had this discussion with him plenty in the past. Anything to give an extra little control over the beast he'd take any day.
"Not at all," He lulled his head in Killian's direction, certainly more subdued than he had been just a couple puffs before. "I like sailin', would stay out on the water for months if I didn't have to shift and hunt once a month."
"And the humans," He snorts. "They're a funny lot, plenty of entertainment ta be had with them."
He watches Edward's hand take his and move it away. With a shrug he got up, appearing not to care either way. "I can't see how anyone can get dirty every day, but I suppose it's your canine nature to enjoy being dirty." Killian said and stepped away from the werewolf since he wasn't interested in some pets and pampering.
"Go right ahead, I don't breathe." He didn't mind if Edward smoked but gave an odd look at him when he recognized the scent of wolfsbane in the herb mixture. "Smoking poison? No wonder you're worse for wear." Killian felt a little bad for the werewolf who didn't take care of himself and had no one to care for him either. It made him wonder if anyone showed this man any affection.
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— Edward cocked a brow and began puffing on the pipe. After just a few puffs, the gold ring in his eyes faded and they were a solid brown. "Keeps me settled, would ya rather I wolf out from all the blood?" Some more puffs and his posture settled, his senses dulling and he was less on edge.
"'N all stuff people smoke or drink is poison, don't see why some wolfsbane would be much different." He offers a shrug, not seeing the issue with it. "Also keeps the scent of mortals workin' on a ship in the hot sun all day from makin' me keel over."
Killian hummed thoughtfully as he continues to pet at the other male's hair. "You do, it's just hidden under all this scruff. Your skin is very nice and your body is in incredible shape. If you took a bath and brushed your hair, maybe trim up the scraggly ends of this beard..." His hand caressed the side of Edward's face and along his jaw to scratch under his chin.
"All cleaned up and taken care of you'd look very sexy~" He purred with a sly grin. The vampire was naturally seductive but he was even surprising himself with how he was acting with Edward. He was supposed to be the enemy but this was all too much fun.
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— "'M a pirate, ya take me as is or not at all, mate." He could play this game, too. Edward smirks and his hand reaches up to hold Killian's for a moment before moving it away. "S'no point gettin' all cleaned up when 'm just gonna be scruffy 'n dirt by the next day."
"I wash off the blood 'n move on," He moves his hands to dig around his inside pocket. He pulls out a long tobacco pipe and a cloth sack of herbs. "Can I smoke in 'ere? S'not anythin' that'll get ya high. Need a break from the stench of blood 'round here." Embroidered on the bag was a wolfsbane flower, he'd be dulling his own senses. Wolfsbane was floral and earthy in its scent, though for wolves it was pungent and bitter. Edward was willing to smoke it, so he didn't seem to mind.
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— "Prime is one fifty?! Man, I'm almost fifty and I fuckin' feel old as shit, I've even gone grey!" He holds up his hair. Edward sighs and flops back in the seat, head tilted back so he can stare at the ceiling.
He pauses his moping to glance at the book being offered, looking it up and down. Edward was thinking it over. He takes the book, willing to read it later. He didn't think he needed to know much more than he already did, but Killian's information proved that assumption wrong.
"Thanks, mate..." And that got him thinking. Izzy must not know much himself, because surely facts he didn't know about his own kind would have come up in conversation. He thinks about that again, maybe they had but how often did he actually listen to Izzy? Especially when he gets in one of his tizzies?
After the book was taken and his hand was free he moved closer to comb his fingers through Edward's mentioned greying hair. "You can go grey because of stress, not just because you're getting old. Heh, only fifty? You're still just a pup compared to other werewolves." The vampire said with a smirk, finding it funny how he had three decades on Edward.
"Maybe its all the rum and drugs you're doing that's made you feel older. Under all that beard I wouldn't have guessed you were older than thirty eight." He said trying to help Edward fell better about his appearance. The werewolf was a handsome one, not the type Killian normally went for but he couldn't deny he was attractive.
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— He makes a face when fingers comb through his hair, simply not expecting it. Edward wasn't opposed and he didn't pull away this time, it was just surprising.
"Nah, couldn't be." He denied the alcohol and drugs had anything to do with his aches and pains. "All that immortality has warped ya brain if ya think I look anythin' close to thirty eighty," he jokes.
"Ugh, all over my table-" Killian huffed when the werewolf spat out his mouthful of rum and moved off the table to grab the nearest rag to wipe up the mess. "You didn't know? You really left your pack before they could tell you anything." He said as he wiped off the table and tossed the rag in a bin.
"Theres a couple pet werewolves in the coven around a hundred, hundred fifty years old and they seem to still be in their prime." The vampire informed Edward and recalled something useful. He moved away from the werewolf and went to his selves of books, looking through them then picked a leather bound one. "This might be useful if you care to know more about your kind. It is written from a vampire's perspective but the facts known about werewolves are accurate." Killian said and offered the book to Edward if he cared to learn about what he was.
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— "Prime is one fifty?! Man, I'm almost fifty and I fuckin' feel old as shit, I've even gone grey!" He holds up his hair. Edward sighs and flops back in the seat, head tilted back so he can stare at the ceiling.
He pauses his moping to glance at the book being offered, looking it up and down. Edward was thinking it over. He takes the book, willing to read it later. He didn't think he needed to know much more than he already did, but Killian's information proved that assumption wrong.
"Thanks, mate..." And that got him thinking. Izzy must not know much himself, because surely facts he didn't know about his own kind would have come up in conversation. He thinks about that again, maybe they had but how often did he actually listen to Izzy? Especially when he gets in one of his tizzies?
When Ed pulled his hand away from the contact he said nothing and placed it back on the table to support himself. The comment of staking himself Killian shrugged. "Truthfully I did think about offing myself at first, just staying out and letting the sun take me. But after awhile it wasn't so bad. I do miss eating real food and drinking booze, though if someone drank alot before I fed off of them it can affect me." Killian said with his eyes gazing at the bottle of rum wistfully.
"Werewolves aren't immortal like vamps but you lot live much longer than humans. Two to three hundred years, maybe longer but werewolves kill each other as much as vampires do. Being away from all of that I'm sure you'll be around for plenty years to come, I don't think there's anything threatening on the sea to take down this big ol' sea dog~" Killian said with a grin and a playfulness to his tone that could be interpreted as flirting.
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— He was mid sip hearing a werewolf's lifespan, hence why promptly spit it out and stared at Killian with wide eyes. "Werewolves live how fuckin' long?!" Edward hadn't known. In fact, he didn't know much about werewolves. All he knew was what he learned from his own experience. Perhaps if he stuck around a pack longer, he would have learned, but he didn't. Their lifespan was all news to him. He looked down at his free hand.
"I'm gonna be a fuckin' monster for 300 years..." Certainly, a full 300 was not in Ed's future, not with how he drank, smoked, and risked his life out on the sea. But what would shorten a mortal's lifespan would surely shorten a werewolf's an equal ratio. Maybe he'd make it to 200, but 150 was more likely. "What the fuck..."
Killian listened with genuine intrigue in the other's story. He couldn't imagine what it must've been like, that first change when still practically a boy. Then turning that beast onto a father, even if it was deserved Killian could still feel it wasn't a good memory. He reached out and placed his cold hand over Edward's free one, offering a silent comfort to him.
"Me? I wasn't given any choice in the matter. The night I had been turned is kind of fuzzy in my memory..." Killian looked away as he thought about that night. Whether he was telling the truth or had chosen not to remember much was impossible to tell.
"I had been beaten pretty bad, my hand cut off and left to bleed to death in the gutter when he found me. Pan, he's the oldest vampire of the coven over a thousand years old but he got turned at sixteen, he turned me and took me back to the coven. Put me on this ship and I sailed under Izzy for a few years before his disappearance, a good thing for me because I was made captain. Think it's been 60-something years now being a vampire? I look pretty good for a man in his 80's, don't I?"
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— He stared at the hand placed on his own, then he moved his hand away. Perhaps deep down he sought comfort, but that required self-reflection and maturity, neither of which he cared for. It didn't help with his goal of surviving a cruel world, nor was it fun.
"I'd stake m'self," he says after listening to Killian's story. "Live forever? Livin' already sucks when ya do it in one lifetime." He goes at his bottle again. At little tactless of him, but he wasn't in the profession of piracy because he minced words or kissed ass.
Killian was impressed that the other has hidden it from his crew, but then again Edward was right that pirates could be easily distracted. "That must be straining and tiresome, keeping who you are hidden from those closest to you." The vampire sympathized though maybe the werewolf didn't care or just acted like he didn't to mask his feelings.
"How long have you been a werewolf? Or are you one of those that were born into a pack?" The vampire asked, interest in getting to know Edward. He had a feeling this was only the first of many times that Edward would seek him out.
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— "S'not too hard," He shrugs and takes noticeably longer drink from the bottle in his hand.
Then came the questions about his past, to which he cocked a brow. "Born," He set down the bottle and moved onto the next. He'd take another hefty drink of it before continuing. "Mum's side of the family, didn't just get her looks. Wasn't raised in a pack though. And mum wasn't the most sharin' lady. I only found out after my first shift and tearin' m'pop's throat out. He deserved it," He chuckles, though amusement didn't reach his eyes.
"Mum tried to get me to be a part of the pack, was never really m'thing. Then when I killed the alpha, they wanted me ta take over. Stupid wolf hierarchy or whatever. Wasn't feelin' that, either. So, out on m'own I went." He'd been a lone wolf for a long time, simply no preference for packs dynamics. He wasn't raised that way, up until the age of 12 he'd been more concerned with mortal things.
He chugs down more booze then looks at Killian, "What about ya beginnings? What brought on your immortal life?"
"It was a gamble that worked out in my favor." He hummed and rinsed off the rag and wiped off his chest, listening to how the crew didn't like how gruesome the display was. "Oh aye, the mortals have such weak stomachs when it comes to blood and gore. I have to deal with the same thing with my mortals."
When he was finished he took off his belt and holstered sword to hang up then sat down briefly to take off his boots. Getting comfortable as he didn't plan to do anything else, he grabbed a robe and slid it on to cover up. "I didn't smell any other of your kind on your ship, are they all mortal?" He questioned as he came over to lean on the table beside where Edward sat. "They must know... You, Izzy. That can't be something you're able to hide, atleast not for a long period of time."
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— He snorts softly and takes a swing of booze. "They don't have a fuckin' clue. I mean, they're pirates, mate. Pirates aren't exactly known to be society's brightest bunch."
Edward leaned back in the seat but didn't put up his boots on the table out of respect for the other. "We make enough in loot they don't question shit. Give them their allowance for booze n' whores and ya got happy, blissfully ignorant crew." He has a few crew members he's known for years, and they didn't suspect a thing.
Killian grabbed a rag and used it in the water to wipe the blood off his face and it would drip down his chest, cleaning up casually as he continued to converse with the werewolf. "I wouldn't be approaching others of your kind like that. I'm sure if we had not've met before you would've torn me to shreds." The vampire looked back as he cleaned off the blood from his neck, chuckling at how Edward stared and grinned at him.
"How are the skulls holding up? You seemed to like them but I'm sure by now the guts have rotted away. Did you string them back up with rope or did Izzy make you get rid of them?" Killian asked curiously
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— "I coulda torn ya up anyway, s'kinda a gamble on the full moon." He guzzled down the rum. Werewolves had great power under moonlight, but sometimes that power wasn't the easiest to control.
At the mention of the skulls, he lowers the bottle and scoffs. "Stupid mortal crew kept makin' a fuss over them. 'Too gruesome' or whatever, had ta move them into m'cabin." He finds a place to sit, going at the first bottle again. "Keeps 'em out of m'cabin, at least."
"You were a good boy for not biting off my remaining hand." He said as he opened the door to the cabin. It was dark, but there were jars filled with glowbugs that gave the gothic room a gentle orange light. When one could see in the dark light wasn't really needed other than just for aesthetic. Killian went over to where he kept the liquor for when he had company and grabbed two bottles, both for Edward knowing how much he could drink.
"Beastie? No, you were a big ol' puppy that seemed very happy to get some pets. I wasn't scared of you at all." Killian lied as he set the rum on the table for his guest then shrugged off his jacket, moving about his cabin to get his bloody shirt off and went to where he had a water basin to clean himself up. "A good host always offers their guest a drink."
ᒥ🐺ᒧ— "That lack of fear is more likely ta get ya killed. I may not be as wild as young pups, but there are times where even I can't control the wolf." A full moon was a gamble for who may be in control. Even an older wolf like him found times where he struggled to keep control.
As he enters the room, he takes it in. But soon it wasn't the room he was taking in, rather it was Killian's body. He was shameless, too. Surely his staring would be noticed, and if glanced at he wouldn't turn away, instead he'd grin. Booze and shirtless guys? He was quite liking this evening.
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! 🖤✨)
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?"
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.
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 who was normally not one to make a mess of himself while feeding had gotten a bit carried away in the action. His mouth and neck covered with blood and soaked the front of his shirt. The vampire came over to the railing and saw the werewolf waving to him and couldn't help but smile. It was like a dog being excited when it's owner came home.
"Ahoy sea dog! Sorry you just missed the fight, they put up a fun struggle, but you're just in time for dinner." The vampire called back with a laugh knowing that he must look quite the mess covered in blood. He was feeling extra lively having just fed off of a human rather than stored blood. "Are you wanting to come aboard?"
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."