Vila When the mutiny started, Vila had been laying awake in her room, sitting like a statue in a corner stool and staring at nothing. "What now?" she had grumbled to herself, and when she heard the other passengers start to get captured she had scowled and decided to stow herself away. It never crossed her mind to try to help the others. Who were they to her? Let them fend for themselves, if they could. It was simple enough to find a nice small barrel, slip inside, and ice the top shut from the inside. There Vila waited, grumbling to herself every once in a while, nestled in the bulk of her huge leopard pelt. A day and a night later, she decided it was time to bust out. There were sounds of the prisoners retaliating and then everything quieted, and Vila wanted to see who had won. She blew the top off of the barrel and tried to climb out, but the barrel fell over and smashed into frozen pieces of wood. "That was less than graceful," she grumbled to herself. "Arrrgh, little missy, ye be coming with me!" Vila looked up at the dirty Merc who standing over her, her eyes glinting darkly. He was of slight build and carried a sword, and a deep scowl was fixed on his ugly face. "I don't think I'll be going anywhere with you," Vila growled fiercely, slowly rising to her feet. "What?" the Merc babbled, confused. He didn't understand why this girl wasn't afraid and her dark blue skin unnerved him. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I said, ye be coming with me! And don't get sassy, little missy, or I'll cut yer throat!" Vila reached up and grabbed the man's wrist, the one that was holding the sword. His skin turned an awful shade of blue under her slender fingers as she let some of the cold inside her veins leak into him. He let out an agonizing shriek of pain and dropped his weapon, but still, Vila did not let go. She pulled him down so that his ear was next to her mouth, and she growled, "So you think it's fun to kill, do you? Huh? Well, I'm here to tell you that it's not. It can haunt you for the rest of your days. You should never take a life unless you are sure you can deal with the consequences. And you should never, ever underestimate your prey." With that, she let go and he stumbled and fell on his back. Vila walked by him and held out her hand, and a roaring blue mist sprayed from her palm and froze him to the bone within seconds. A minute later, Vila had found her way to the others. She strolled up behind them and leaned against the wall, her arms folded and a little frown on her black-lipped mouth. "Is the fighting over?" she asked in a low growl, her dark gaze sweeping over her fellow passengers. "I would very much like to continue our journey, if you don't mind."