Quiet one minute and exploding and killing everyone the next...

She was scouting, really, on the look out for people to join her travelling circus future band. The more she thought on it, perhaps the Pirates had just had a PR problem. If you rock up and introduce yourself as a Pirate, people are going to assume you are up to no good, but a Privateer? Now that had a ring of commerce about it, a seeker of fortune, out for business opportunities. It might pique the interest a little more than the sneering a pirate could expect.

Huh, She would have to run it by her cohorts when they next met up, for now, she was still on the hunt for a few more bodies.

Not that she expected to find them on islands, and particularly not on ones as desolate as this one. This she was checking out for her own curiousities sake. Soon the water would be too cold (it was borderline for right now) to make the swim out, hell it might even get easier if the ocean froze and made a bridge, but then she'd lose the atmosphere, the feeling of insignificance when you could be the only living being on that speck of land apart from the ocean birds.

Well, that hadn't really worked for her last time had it?

With the sun setting at her back, her paws kicked through the frigid water, until she could pull herself up on the familiar rocky shore, (familiar in it's similarity to Atlantis Island, if a little further erroded than the other). She paused to shake out her fur, her eyes turning up to look at her birds drifting lazily on the air currents overhead. For a moment, she took the time to envy them.

“Speech”

Kite wasn’t happy with the cold, nor the time of day. Having her blindfold on while travelling sucked. But her cat, recently on the mend from a few bad injuries, had insisted. Why, Kite couldn’t fathom. But she didn’t have the heart to turn her down. Not when she had almost lost her. Which led to Kite making a journey out past The Wall, and towards… and island?

She could hear the change in the world around her. The sound of waves, and seagulls. The scent of salt. “...Lioness?” She said nervously. Surely the cat didn’t mean for her to swim. Swimming when she couldn’t see was terrifying. But sure enough, Lioness led her forward. Out into the water. Where she couldn’t see what was around her, or what brushed against her paws. It was harrowing, and awful, and then at last she felt rock around her. She knocked against it first, then pulled herself up. Lioness jumped off her back, mostly dry and happy as could be. The cat started to trott forward, then paused. Kite paused too, catching the scent of another wolf out there. “Hello?” She called out.


"Kite"

The breeze blowing in off the ocean had a hint of familiarity about it and Deluge turned as someone called out, head canting to the side at the strip of cloth that covered the other wolf's eyes. She seemed to be led by a cat? And Deluge watched the feline with some trepidation. Larger cats, well she expected a fight from them, but this thing? She was sure it would fight just as fiercly but being smaller it'd probably move a whole lot quicker if she pissed it off too. For a moment, she wondered if Charlie had put the word out that she was snooping around? Or maybe it was his noisy bird...

“Jus' a bit further an' it'll level out, yer Armada lot get around eh?” For all the good it would do the blindfolded girl her shortened tail waved good-naturedly, her tone friendly enough for a relative stranger.

“Speech”

She scowled at the stranger, despite the advice being good. Resenting she needed it, even as she followed it. After a moment, she stood shivering and panting on flat ground. Her scowl only deepened. Lioness jumped off her back, dry and content, and purred as she wrapped around her forelegs. It was hard to be too mad at Lioness, she had almost died. But the stranger? She was fair game.

“What’s it to you?” She demanded as the woman spoke of ‘Armada’ getting around. She didn’t care what her dumb family/pack did, and didn’t appreciate being likened to them. “You get a hard on for Armada or something?” She continued, voice an annoyed grumble.

"Kite"

Deluge flopped her ass against the flat stones, radiating the last of the days warmth as she lifted her right rear leg to scratch behind her ear. Clearly this one took more after the old man than the others. She responded to the snap with a snicker. The Fallen girl couldn't help but poke back smoothly “Maybe I do...” She liked Dread enough to almost start a war and Charlie was pretty cute. Her sister seemed pretty keen on that purple girl that whomped her in the raid, maybe it was just meant to be? “Whats with the blindfold anyway? Some sorta masochistic Armada training technique?” She thought she'd seen the girl with it on at the birthday party too, so maybe that wasn't it, but she'd never know unless she asked.

“Speech”

Kite swivelled her ears, trying to keep a position set for this woman as she shook out her coat and hunched down a little. Trying to preserve what core temperature she could. It probably wasn’t wise to aggravate the stranger while she was blind and stiff from the cold, but wise choices really weren’t her strong suit.

Her scowl deepend when the stranger agreed. Had she stumbled upon some Armada groupy or something? Of all the luck… her eyes’s twitch as she listened to the woman. Not that she would be able to see it beneath the mask. “Daddy Fatalis fucked Mummy Fatalis when there was still some side effect going on from the Long Night, and some of us got to develop some fun consequences.” She said dryly, wondering if she could scare off this stranger with her attitude.


"Kite"

Deluge bit back the temptation to retort with dead Mummy Fatalis? She wasn't into causing pain for no good reason and as shaky as the ground was with her own mother, well, she wasn't quite sure she wanted her dead. She saw how much it tore Dread up when his father had bought it up on the battlefield. “Dread doesn't speak about 'is family much, I think it's still a bit o' a raw topic.” She was still keeping half an eye on the cat, trying not to let her hackles inch up in response to its proximity.

She turned her attention to the slope that rose towards the center of the island. Would it hold a lush forest like Atlantis did? “I'm Deluge, from Raider's Hollow, but I'm lookin' ter start my own band so I'm not 'ere fer them. It's gettin' darker, an' the ground goes up pretty sharply from 'ere. Were yer lookin' fer a climb?” Deluge had every intention of scaling the heights to see what was on the other side. Prickly as she was, the Fallen girl wasn't opposed to company.

“Speech”