A terrible idea

"This is a terrible idea" is what Krage told himself as he followed the men leaving Beastys cell, sneaking through the metal bars and stalking them from a distance, using each and every barrel and beam as cover

It was a terrible, illogical and unplanned idea that would get him killed. He knew this and yet he never stopped tracing the man through the lower decks, unable to brush off the raging feeling that had plagued his heart and mind from the moment the man had even began to speak to Beasty, in that condescending fake tone of his

"It must be this new body, it's somehow affecting my actions, due to its heightened sense of emotion" he justified internally as he crawled after the man in cologne, easily able to find him within the dark and silent corridors of the lower decks, his footsteps literally lighting the way as they echoed off the wooden walls.

He couldn't understand it.

He would admit he was close to Beastly, emotionally attached even but this level of sheer… rage and disgust he felt towards the man as he watched him swagger and smile his smug grins…

He wanted to kill him

Not harm him as he had with his previous owners, no he wasn't going to bite him. He was going to end him

For keeping Alice locked away

For keeping Beasty hungry

Stalking him across the halls and corridors he finally was forced to stop as the man went up a set of stairs to the upper deck, the outside deck. Should he follow? Should he wait for him?

The burning, acidic feeling in his chest said no

It was night outside, the perfect time and he could see the wisps of mist trickling down from the top of the stairs meaning he would have the advantage concerning surprise and visibility, seeing as had never really relied on his sight to find his way.

If he went up he would could be caught, he could be seen… he could be killed

But if he wasn't, that man would die, one way or another

That was enough of a merit for him to begin walking up the steps, lowering to all threes and keeping his ears open

Trailing up the steps he moved silently and slowly, making sure to check his weight with each step, aware that any movement could result in a squeak or sound from the wood, that could result in lethal consequences

However reaching the top of the stairs and stepping into the open air Krage quickly perceived his surroundings, the sound of the nearby crew and wind outlining the ships dimensions and shape like a miniature model

The ship was massive, spanning a large distance across, possessing four masts and likely spanning distances he couldn't see in just the rigging alone, leaving him unable to sense potential people residing above him in the crows nest and sheets. Dozens of men were scattered across the decks, each doing their own tasks or trying to traverse the thick soup of fog clumsily, it was so thick that Krage could feel the fog pushing against him as he moved, like an extremely soft pillow

Good, only he would be able to see clearly

Unable to see the man who he was hunting with echolocation alone now due to his silhouette being so similar to the rest, Krage instead focused on his sense of smell, feeling the faint smell of his thick cologne tickle his nose, directing him like a carrot on a stick

Making his way across the deck, phasing through the deck like a phantom, sometimes crawling and others climbing across the rigging like a three armed spider, he followed the scent of cologne

It smelled like a mix of fruit and tobacco, clearly distinct from the rest of the sailors who merely stank of sweat and salt and the ship which stank of wet mold

Soon he closed the distance between him and his prey, able to see the man fully now in echolocation, mana sight and thermal, allowing him to engrave aspects and details of the man silhouette into his head that others likely couldn't. His slight slight limp, due to a burn on his leg, likely from Alice, his temperature, the color of his mana and mood based on body language

The man was still smug, likely fantasizing about the day Beasty would give into his requests out of sheer weakness from hunger, the day he could have his way with her the day he could-

It didn't matter what he was smug about, he died tonight

The man, who Krage now realized was likely the captain of this vessel, due to his clear distinction among the crew and the difference in his outer appearance, judging from his rich seeming garments that each smelled clean and jingled in the foggy night, made his way through the deck, passing crew and working slaves arrogantly, completely unaware of the threat looming behind and above him, crawling across the masts and floor lime a beast possessed and into his personal cabin, leaving the door slightly ajar

What a fool

Sneaking in behind him, closing the door behind him and quietly scrambling under a nearby desk, Krage sat and waited. He watched the man, change into his silken night clothes, watched him read a book for a few moments, watched him extinguish the candle by his bed, the only light source in the small cabin and watched him as he fell to a deep slumber

Then and only then did he act

First he took the curtains and the carpet, cutting them into pieces with the same bone shard he had used to treat Beasty's cuts, fashioning them into long strips and sliding them into the cracks in the walls, doors and windows to create a soundproof barrier. Then he cut more and tied them into nooses so that when he moved they would tighten on their own gradually as not to wake him

And once all the preparations were complete he shoved a cloth inside the mans mouth, both waking him and keeping his yells of indignation and surprise gagged

Time for some fun

[author note: Yay! time for torture! i already have a relative plan but suggestions are always accepted!]